In a rough chair, by a table covered with the untidy remains of a meal, was seated an elderly Mexican, as shriveled and brown as a dried bean.
The regularity with which he was "sawing wood" showed that he was as sound asleep as it is possible for a man to be. Still Jack knew that there are men who sleep with one eye open, so he did not relax an iota of his vigilance as he crept around the corner of the house. On the opposite side he found a doorway, and, noiselessly gliding in, he had the pistol to the Mexican"s ear before whatever dreams the man might have been having were even disturbed.
"Caramba, sanctissima! Santa Maria!" yelled the man, springing to his feet as if propelled by springs. But the uncomfortable sensation of the little circle of steel pressed to the nape of his neck brought him back again into the chair in a second, trembling like a leaf, and gazing in terror at the determined young figure standing over him.
"Keep quiet and I"ll not hurt you," said Jack, adding as an afterthought: "Do you speak English?"
"Me spiggoty "Merican," sputtered the trembling old Mexican.
"All right, Jose, then listen: Are there any horses here?"
The old man"s eyes held a gleam of intelligence.
"Cavallo, senor. One, two, t"ree horse over heel."
"Oh, over the hill, are they?" said Jack to himself, then aloud: "You come and show them to me."
"Mocho easy to find," protested the Mexican.
Jack smiled to himself. He had been right, then. The old man was trying to trick him. a.s.suming a sterner air, he thundered out,
"Tell me where these horses are or I"ll kill you!"
The threat proved effectual, as Jack had hoped it would. Dropping all his attempts at subterfuge, the Mexican told the boy that the horses were in a gully not a hundred feet from the house. On the Mexican being escorted there, still with the pistol held close to his head, his words were found to be true.
Three horses, ready saddled and bridled, stood in the gulch, apparently reserved for the use of any one about the camp who should need them in a hurry.
This much ascertained, Jack marched the Mexican back to the hut, where, with a rope, he leisurely proceeded to bind him. Then, amid the fellow"s tears and supplications--for he evidently thought he was about to be killed--the boy marched him to the river bank. Walt and Ralph were naturally bubbling over with questions, but they said nothing as Jack sternly ordered the aged Mexican to board the boat.
There were more prayers and tears, but finally the shriveled old chap got on board, and the boys shoved him off. The current rapidly bore him off down the stream and presently he vanished between the two points of land through which the river made its way out of the basin.
"Well, he"s off for a good, long ride," said Jack, as with howls and yells from its pa.s.senger the boat vanished from view.
"Why didn"t you just bind him and leave him in the hut?" asked Ralph.
"Because Ramon may be along at any moment, and the old fellow might give him some information concerning us we wouldn"t like to have published," was the rejoinder. "In that boat he is in no danger and will simply take a long and pleasant ride, and won"t be in a position to do us any mischief when he is finally rescued."
The boys were full of admiration for Jack"s strategy, and openly expressed their congratulations on the skillful way he had carried things through, but the lad waved them aside impatiently. Rapidly he told them that their best course was to get on horseback as soon as possible, and head away from the valley.
Some five minutes later three youthful figures mounted on a trio of splendid specimens of horse flesh, loped easily up a trail leading from the natural basin in the hills. In Jack"s pocket, too, reposed a certain paper found on the table in the hut and signed with Ramon de Barros" name. With a vague idea that it might prove useful to him, the boy had appropriated it, and shoved it hastily in his pocket.
The summit of the basin reached, the boys found themselves not far from a broad, white road. The compa.s.s, which Jack still had on his wrist, showed the direction to be about due east and west. Crossing a stretch of gra.s.s, which separated them from the thoroughfare, the three young hors.e.m.e.n were soon standing on the ribbonlike stretch of white which wound its way through a country pleasantly green and fresh-looking after their sojourn in the desert.
"Looks like the promised land," cried Walt.
"I"ll bet we"re the first bunch to find the promised land via the underground railway," laughed Ralph, as they gazed about them, undecided in which direction to proceed.
CHAPTER XII.
MADERO"S FLYING COLUMN.
As they stood there, still undecided as to which direction to take, Jack"s keen eyes detected, above a clump of trees some distance down the road to the west, a cloud of yellow dust rising. Evidently somebody was coming their way. The question was, who was it?
It might be some one of whom they could inquire the direction to the Esmeralda mine--for Jack had determined to seek out his father, knowing the mine could not be very far distant. Again it might be a band of insurrectos, in which case they would have jumped out of the frying pan into the fire with a vengeance.
"Shall we ride forward?" asked Walt, as Jack"s lips tightened in deep thought.
The other boy pushed back his sombrero. Jack Merrill was only a lad, after all, and he found himself suddenly called upon to answer a question which might have stumped a grown man. The question, however, was decided for him, and by a means so utterly unexpected that it came near jolting the Border Boys out of their composure; for Jack, as they had ridden up from the river, had admonished his companions to keep cool minds and wits and stiff upper lips whatever happened. They were going into a country in which, from what they had been able to gather, the insurrectos were numerically and strategically strong. Their only safety, the lad argued with a wisdom beyond his years, was in facing emergencies as they came, without betraying by outward signs whatever of inward perturbation they might feel.
"I think we had better ride eastward, till we come to some village or town," Jack was beginning, in response to Walt"s question, when a voice from behind suddenly hailed them in unmistakably American accents.
"Ah, here you are, gentlemen. We"ve been expecting you."
The boys wheeled to find that a horseman stood beside them. He had ridden almost noiselessly over the soft gra.s.s, which accounted for their not having heard his approach. Jack took in the new arrival"s figure in a quick, comprehensive glance.
The man who now faced them was a stalwart-looking chap of about thirty.
His face was bronzed and his eyes keen. The face of one who has lived much out of doors. His manner seemed frank and open--even hearty--but any one skilled in reading faces would have noted in the rather receding chin and the eyes set close together that, in spite of his apparent heartiness, the newcomer was a man of limited reliability.
The sort of chap, in short, who, while fearless up to a certain point and adventurous to a degree, would yet in an extremity look out for "Number One."
As for his dress, it was much the same as the boys". Sombrero, leather chaps well worn, blue shirt, and red neck handkerchief. Jack"s keen eyes noted, too, that the pommel of his saddle bore some recent bullet scars, and that in two bearskin holsters reposed the formidable-looking b.u.t.ts of two heavy-caliber revolvers. The war-like note was further enhanced by the fact that across his saddle horn the new arrival carried a Remington rifle.
The boys" position was now an extraordinary one. Advancing toward them down the road, was, what they could now perceive to be, a considerable body of hors.e.m.e.n. As if this were not enough to raise a question of whether it was better to fly or remain where they were, here was this total stranger, perhaps an American, too, hailing them as if he knew them, or, at least, had expected to meet them there. Jack"s mind was made up in a flash, but, even in the brief instant he hesitated, the stranger"s keen, close-set eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"I"m not mistaken, am I? You expected to meet me here?"
"Yes, yes, of course," responded Jack quickly, and in as easy a tone as he could command; "I hope we"re not late?"
"No; there comes Madero"s flying column now. You couldn"t have kept the appointment better if you had arranged to meet us at some spot in New York."
"I"m glad we"re on time," said Jack, not knowing exactly what else to say.
The lad was thunderstruck, as well he might be, by the turn events were taking. He wished fervently, however, that they knew whom they were expected to be and why their coming had been awaited with such eagerness.
"I say, you know," rattled on the other, who seemed to be a pleasant natured enough chap, "that trip of yours through that hole in the ground has mussed you up a bit."
"It certainly has," agreed Jack, more and more mystified; "it"s a pretty rough voyage."
"That"s what, and going through that blamed trap in the Mesa, like a comedian in an extravaganza, isn"t the least unpleasant part of it. It was a pretty slick trick of Ramon"s to find that out, although, I guess, some old Indian gave him the tip."
"It"s a great scheme," put in Walt Phelps, finding his tongue at last.
"You chaps are a good deal younger than I expected to find you,"
rattled on the stranger, "but I suppose you"ve seen lots of service."
"Yes, lots of it," put in Ralph, throwing some fervor into his tone.
He felt that they had indeed, in the last few hours, seen service enough for a lifetime. Jack inwardly rejoiced as the others found their tongues. He had dreaded that the suddenness of the emergency might have proved too much for them. Both lads were rising to it gallantly, however. Now, if only he could find out who on earth they were supposed to be, they might yet escape from the predicament into which they had fallen.