He paused; Buck regarded him curiously through the faintly luminous shadows.
"Well?" he prodded
Bud moved uneasily. "It ain"t anythin" special," he returned evasively.
"All this time they never left anybody down to Las Vegas till Rick was sent day before yesterday. I up an" told Tex straight out there"d oughta be another fellow with him, but all he done was to bawl me out an" tell me to mind my own business. It ain"t safe, an" now they"ve gone out--"
Again he broke off, his voice a trifle husky with emotion. He was evidently growing more and more worked up and alarmed for the safety of his friend. It was plain, too, that the recent departure of the punchers for the scene of action, instead of rea.s.suring Bud, had greatly increased his anxiety. Buck decided that the situation wasn"t as simple as it looked, and promptly determined on a little action.
"Would it ease your mind any if we saddled up an" followed the bunch?" he asked.
Jessup drew a quick breath and half rose from the bunk. "By cripes, yes!"
he exclaimed. "Yuh mean you"d--"
"Sure," said Stratton, reaching for his boots. "Why not? If there"s going to be any excitement I"d like to be on hand. Pile into your clothes, kid, and let"s go."
Jessup began to dress rapidly. "I don"t s"pose Tex"ll be awful pleased,"
he murmured, dragging on his shirt.
"I don"t see he"ll have any kick coming," returned Buck easily. "If he"s laying for rustlers, seems like he"d ought to have routed out the two of us in the beginning to have as big a crowd as possible. You never know what you"re up against with those slippery cusses."
Bud made no further comment, and a few minutes later they left the bunk-house and went up to the corral. The bright moonlight illumined everything clearly and made it easy to rope and saddle two of the three horses remaining in the enclosure. Then, swinging into the saddle, they rode down the slope, splashed through the creek, and entering the further pasture by a gate, headed south at a brisk lope.
The land comprising the Shoe-Bar ranch was a roughly rectangular strip, much longer than it was wide, which skirted the foothills of the Escalante Mountains. As the crow flies it was roughly seven miles from the ranch-house to Las Vegas camp, and for the better part of that distance there was little conversation between the two riders. Buck would have liked to question his companion about a number of things that puzzled him, but having sized up Jessup and come to the conclusion that the youngster was the sort whose confidence must be given uninvited or not at all, he held his peace. Apparently Bud had not yet made up his mind whether to cla.s.s Stratton as an enemy or a friend, and Buck felt he could not do better than endeavor un.o.btrusively to impress the latter fact upon him.
That done, he was sure the boy would open up freely.
The wisdom of this policy became evident sooner than he expected. From time to time as they rode, Stratton commented casually, as a new hand would be likely to do, on some feature or other connected with the ranch or their fellow-punchers. To these remarks Jessup replied readily enough, but in a preoccupied manner, until all at once, moved either by something Buck had said, or possibly by a mind burdened to the point where self-restraint was no longer possible, he burst into sudden surprising speech.
"That wasn"t no foolin" with that iron this afternoon. If yuh hadn"t come along jest then they"d of branded me on the back."
Astonished, Buck glanced at him sharply. They had traveled more than two-thirds of the distance to Las Vegas camp, and he had quite given up hope of Jessup"s opening up during the ride.
"Oh, say!" he protested. "Are you trying to throw a load into me? Why would they want to do that?"
Jessup gave a short brittle laugh.
"They want me to quit," he retorted curtly.
"Quit?" repeated Stratton, his eyes widening. "But--"
"Tex don"t want me here," broke in the youngster. "For the last three months he"s tried all kinds of ways to make me an" Rick take our time; but it won"t work." His lips pressed together firmly. "I promised Miss--"
His words clipped off abruptly, as a single shot, sharp and distinct, shattered the still serenity of the night. It came from the south, from the direction of Las Vegas. Buck flung up his head and pulled instinctively on the reins. Jessup caught his breath with an odd, whistling intake.
"There!" he gasped unevenly.
For a moment or two they sat motionless, listening intently, Buck"s face a curious mixture of alertness and surprise. Up to this moment he had taken the whole business rather casually, with small expectation that anything would come of it, but the sound of that shot changed everything. Something was happening, then, after all--something sinister, perhaps, and certainly not far away. His eyes narrowed, and when no other sound followed that single report, he loosed his reins and urged the roan to a gallop.
For perhaps half a mile the two plunged forward amidst a silence that was broken only by the dull thudding of their horses" hoofs and their own rapid breathing. Then all at once Buck jerked his roan to a standstill.
"Some one"s coming," he warned briefly.
Straight ahead of them the moonlight lay across the flat, rolling prairie almost like a pathway of molten silver. On either side of the brilliant stretch the light merged gradually and imperceptibly into shadows--shadows which yet held a curious, half-luminous quality, giving a sense of shifting horizons and lending a touch of mystery to the vague distances which seemed to be revealed.
From somewhere in that illusive shadow land came the faint beat of a horse"s hoofs, growing steadily louder. Eyes narrowed to mere slits, Stratton stared ahead intently until of a sudden his gaze focused on a faintly visible moving shape.
He straightened, his right hand falling to the b.u.t.t of his Colt. But presently his grip relaxed and he reached out slowly for his rope.
"There"s no one on him," he murmured in surprise.
Without turning his head, Jessup made an odd, throaty sound of acquiescence.
"He"s saddled, though," he muttered a moment later, and also began taking down his rope.
Straight toward them along that moonlit pathway came the flying horse, head down, stirrups of the empty saddle flapping. Buck held his rope ready, and when the animal was about a hundred feet away he spurred suddenly to the right, whirling the widening loop above his head. As it fell accurately about the horse"s neck the animal stopped short with the mechanical abruptness of the well-trained range mount and stood still, panting.
Slipping to the ground, Bud ran toward him, with Stratton close behind.
The strange cayuse, a sorrel of medium size, was covered with foam and lather, and as Jessup came close to him he rolled his eyes in a frightened manner.
"It"s Rick"s saddle," said Bud in an agitated tone, after he had made a hasty examination. "I"d know it anywhere from--that--cut--in--"
His voice trailed off into silence and he gazed with wide-eyed, growing horror at the hand that had rested on the saddle-skirt. It was stained bright crimson, and Buck, staring over his shoulder, noticed that the leather surface glistened darkly ominous in the bright moonlight.
Slowly the boy turned his head and looked at Stratton. His face was lint-white, and the pupils of his eyes were curiously dilated.
"It"s Rick"s saddle," he repeated dully, and shuddered as he stared again at his blood-stained hand.
Buck"s own fingers caught the youngster"s shoulder in a rea.s.suring grip, and his lips parted. But before he had time to speak a sudden volley of shots rang out ahead of them, so crisp and distinct and clear that instinctively he stiffened, his ears attuned for the familiar, vibrant hum of flying bullets.
CHAPTER VII
RUSTLERS
Swiftly the echoes of the shots died away, leaving the still serenity of the night again unruffled. For a moment or two Stratton waited expectantly; then his shoulders squared decisively.
"I reckon it"s up to us to find out what"s going on down there," he said, turning toward his horse.
Jessup nodded curt agreement. "Better take the sorrel along, hadn"t we?"
he asked.
"Sure." Buck swung himself lightly into the saddle, shortening the lead rope and fastening it to the horn. "I was thinking of that."
Five minutes later they pulled up in front of a small adobe shack nestling against a background of cottonwoods that told of the near presence of the creek. The door stood open, framing a black rectangle which proclaimed the emptiness of the hut, and with scarcely a pause the two rode slowly on, searching the moonlit vistas with keen alertness.
On their right the country had grown noticeably rougher. Here and there low spurs from the near-by western hills thrust out into the flat prairie, and deep shadows which marked the opening of draw or gully loomed up frequently. It was from one of these, about half a mile south of the hut, that a voice issued suddenly, halting the two riders abruptly by the curtness of its snarling menace.