"When they gits to the top an" could see over the basin there wa"n"t any doubt but there was a fire all right an" it was mighty plain that if Brown wa"n"t already out of there it was time he was startin".
"Hank"s wife were a-dyin" to go down with him, but the kid he ses, "This here"s my job, please," and bluffed her out.
""You look out you don"t get cut off on the trail," she warns him, "the way that fire"s a-eatin" along the side of the basin, it"s a-goin" to reach the trail inside of an hour, an" there ain"t no other way out "ceptin" a foot path what goes up the side of the basin back of the cabin, but it"s more like a ladder than a trail an" you can"t take your hoss there a-tall."
"Down into the basin goes the boy, while instead of goin" back to the outfit the woman stopped there on a little point of rock where she could look all over the basin an" waited to see what"d happen.
"Brown slep" out under a big ole oak-tree, an" as he gits near the cabin the kid he lets out a yell or two to wake him an" finds Brown settin" up in bed sort of half-dazed, what with the yellin" an" onnatural brightness of the skies all abouts.
"Inside of five minutes they was a-ridin" for the trail up the mountain with Brown a-settin" behind on the kid"s horse. But it were too late.
When they reached the foot of the trail they could see where "bout half way up the whole blamed mountain was afire. Nothin" could pa.s.s through it an" live, so there wa"n"t nothin" to do but go back an" try to get out on the foot trail.
"Brown he begs the kid to go an" leave him an" save hisself. "I"m only a worn-out sh.e.l.l, anyhow," he ses, "an" it"s jist a question of time till it"s all over for me an" I cash in, but you got something to live for ahead of you."
"But the kid wouldn"t stand for it.
""Don"t you talk to me "bout leavin" you here like a rat in a trap," ses he, "we"ll make it up that trail all right; jist you hang onto me and we"ll make the hoss pack us as far as he can go, an" then we"ll take it afoot. If it comes to a showdown I can carry you easy enough."
"So they rides the hoss up the trail till where it runs into a cliff "bout twenty feet high. Here thar was a ladder to git up the cliff, an"
the kid he strips off the saddle, takes his water bag, an" turns his hoss to shift fer hisself. Time they gits up that ladder pore Brown he were all in an" had to lie down on the ground a-coughin" fit to kill hisself.
"This trail was jist a foot trail cut through the chapparal, an" the smoke an" heat was already a-rollin" down onto "em where they was like a blast from a furnace. The kid he wets their handkerchiefs from his water bag an" they each tied "em about their faces to sort of protect "em a little.
"The boy, he looks mighty anxiouslike at them big high walls of flames a-comin" down toward "em, an" fairly forced Brown to git on his back "pick-a-back" like you"d take a little kid, an" started slowly up the trail.
"Foot by foot he climbed to"rd the top. Sometimes the smoke got so thick they had to lie down a minute clost to the ground to git their breath, sometimes the wind dropped big blazin" brands onto "em an" set their clothes afire, an" he"d have to stop an" rub it out with his hands.
"Every time he took a look up to"rds the top, he"d see the fire a-comin"
closter an" closter to the trail. Pore Brown he tried to help him some by walkin", but between the excitement an" the smoke gittin" into his lungs, it were too much for him, an" he dropped down helpless as a newborn baby.
"The kid, he takes a survey of things an", little as he knowed "bout fires in the chapparal, he seen mighty plain, that they were at the critical pint, an" if they didn"t git past the next hundred feet mighty soon, the fire would cut "em off, an" it would be good-bye gay world to "em both.
"Then he hears a moan from Brown an", lookin" round, sees him lyin" flat on the ground with one hand clapped over his mouth, an" tricklin"
between his fingers was a stream of blood. Didn"t take him but a second to know it were a hemorrhage; beats all what them fellers do learn at them colleges, don"t it?
"Brown were a-workin" away with one hand at the little pocket in his shirt an", in his eagerness an" excitement, the b.u.t.ton wouldn"t come open. The boy jumped to his side, tore the b.u.t.ton loose, an" pulled from the pocket a little tobacco sack with something in it. Brown he holds out one hand palm up, an" nodded to the boy to open the sack, which he did, an" then poured out into his hand a little pile of common table salt. You know them lunger-fellers most of "em carries a little sack of salt agin" jist such emergencies. Brown he throwed his head back an"
swallowed every grain of it an", bimeby, the blood stopped running so hard. He struggled to his feet, then waved his hand to"rd the top an", with a beseechin" look in his eyes, tried to git the kid to savvy that he was to go on an" leave him to die.
"But the boy he wa"n"t made of that sort of stuff. He"s jist about skeered to death at the sight of the blood, but he pulls hisself together, grabs Brown in his arms agin, an" grits his teeth for another fight for their lives.
"Finally, he comes to a place where, about ten feet ahead, the fire was clean acrost the trail. He puts Brown down for a minute, pulls off his coat, lays it on the ground, an" pours over it what water was left in his water bag. Then he wraps Brown"s head an" shoulders in the coat an", grabbing him up in his arms, agin makes a last dash through the smoke an" fire.
"Seems like he hears a woman"s voice above the roar of the fire an" he sort of wonders is he gittin" a little loco with it all. Next he knows he"s a-drawin" in big gulps of air that ain"t full of smoke, an" there"s a woman a-walkin" longside of him, steadyin" him as he staggers under his load an" a-rubbin" out, with a wet gunny sack, the places where his an" Brown"s clothes are a-smokin".
"It all appears as a horrible dream to him, an" fust thing he knows, he don"t know nothin", for he"s gone an" keeled over in a dead faint. Don"t laugh, you fool; didn"t you ever work at a fire till it seemed as if your lungs was a-goin" to bust an" your heart was a-beatin" like a c.o.c.k patridge on a log?
"Then he gits a quart or more of cold water slap in the face, opens his eyes, an" there"s Hank"s wife a-standin" over him. Clost by was Brown, alive an" apparently uninjured. She knowed if he got through a-tall he"s bound to come out right about there and was a-watchin" for him.
"When we comes along "bout three hours later, we finds the boy and the woman hard at work, back-firin" along the old stage road an" the fire pretty well under control on that side.
"Say, that kid were a sight to look at. He ain"t got no more eyebrows or lashes than a rabbit, an" that there curly mop of his was singed an"
scorched like the rats had been a chawin" onto it."
"And Brown?" asked Jack.
"Oh, Brown, why he come through all right. Saw a lot of his funny pictures in the Sunday supplement last week. "Peared like the fire done him good."
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DUMMY
By permission _National Wool Growers" Magazine_
"Take him, Bob; take him, boy." The woman pointed to a coyote skulking in the sage brush a hundred yards from the camp wagon beside which she stood. The dog raced toward the animal which turned and stopped, a nasty snarl coming from its lips, teeth bared, every hair of its mane erect.
Almost as large as a full grown wolf it outweighed the dog by many pounds.
Surprised at the coyote"s hostile att.i.tude the Airedale stopped for a moment, then advanced cautiously, realizing that this coyote differed somewhat from those he had met before.
Instantly the coyote flew at the dog, burying its keen teeth deep in his left leg, leaping quickly back to avoid a clinch, its jaws snapping like castanets. The dog, though taken by surprise, fought with all the fury of his breed, but being only a pup was manifestly overmatched. Realizing the dangerous character of the coyote, the woman seized the camp axe standing at the front wheel of the wagon and ran to the aid of her protector.
The coyote tore loose from the dog"s grip and jumped at her as she came nearer. She swung the axe as the animal raised in the air, missed its head by six inches, and, before she could gather herself for another blow, it sank its fangs deep into her bare arm. Encouraged by her presence the dog fastened himself to the animal"s hindquarters, but shaking him loose it lunged at her again. She stood her ground, thrusting the axe at the brute in an endeavor to keep it at bay.
Meantime the door to the camp wagon opened, a boy about fifteen jumped to the ground, in his hand a heavy automatic pistol. As the coyote sprang at the woman"s body he thrust the weapon under her arm almost in the animal"s face, and the shot that followed blew half its ugly head away.
As the beast sank to the ground the woman dropped the axe, ran to the wagon, picked up a rope hobble that lay on the tongue, tied it around her arm above the wound and, with a short piece of stick, twisted the improvised tourniquet until it sank deep into the white flesh. The boy, the while uttering those strange inarticulate sounds of the deaf and dumb, wrote a few words upon the slate that hung from his neck by a leather thong and handed it to the woman. "The signal--shoot the signal," she read.
She seized the automatic the boy had used, raised it above her head, fired two quick shots, waited a moment, and fired two more. As she listened there came through the still cold air an answer, sharp and staccato as the spark from a wireless.
Then, and not until then, did the woman relax and sink to the ground as if dead.
The physical disabilities of the boy had given him a keenness and comprehension far beyond his years. He clambered into the wagon, drew from its scabbard a heavy rifle, jumped to the ground and repeated the signal three times. Could his ears have served him he would have heard the answering shots, this time much nearer.
No rider in a Wild West relay race ever quit his pony with greater speed than did Jim Stanley as he reached his camp, where with one quick glance he realized what had happened. As he dropped beside his wife she opened her eyes, grasped his hand and struggled to rise. The boy ran to the wagon returning quickly with a small box, the well known red cross on its black shining side proving it to be a "first aid kit." The woman smiled faintly. Away back in the mountains the forest ranger"s wife had once showed her the box the government furnished all its rangers, and when the lambs were shipped in August she coaxed Stanley to bring one back. He rather laughed at the idea, but to please her, bought one and, with a woman"s foresight, it had always been kept in the camp wagon.
The prevalence of rabies among the coyotes was the one live topic in every sheep and cattle camp all over the range country and, realizing the serious nature of the wound, the man took the box from the boy, opened it and seized the booklet which told briefly what to do in such an emergency.
The pressure of the tourniquet was lessened, causing the wound to bleed freely, a most valuable aid to its cleansing, and in a few minutes it had been well washed with hot water, flooded with a strong solution of carbolic acid and bound tightly with one of the bandages from the box.
In the meantime, the man had decided on his course. At a sign from him the boy mounted the horse Stanley had ridden into camp and rode rapidly off across the range. While he was gone, Stanley outlined his plans to his wife. With good luck they could intercept the auto stage, that pa.s.sed down the road every day, at a point some thirty miles distant.
From there it was seventy-five miles to town which they would reach that night in time to catch the midnight train to the nearest Pasteur inst.i.tute.