"Bottled and corked," was the way he expressed it to Coyote Pete, who fully shared his apprehensions.
Fortunately, behind the office of the mine, there was a small room well stocked with rifles and ammunition. This was wise precaution of Mr.
Merrill"s, who, knowing the Mexican character to a T, had insisted on this room being provided in case of strikes or other difficulties.
The store of arms was drawn upon freely, and each of the defenders had a spare rifle at his side. The weapons were piled by their respective holes while the besieged awaited the attack. But a hasty dinner was prepared on the coal-oil stove Of the office, and eaten and digested before there came any move on the part of Madero"s men.
Through the peep-holes a casual inspection showed nothing outside but the hillside sloping away from the mine, with here and there a clump of bushes or small, scrubby trees. But every once in a while the gra.s.s would stir, or a clump of bushes would be agitated strangely, as some concealed form crept up yet closer to the stockade. Evidently, as Buck had said, the intention of Madero was to "rush" the place.
The mining village now seemed deserted, except for a few forms of women and children which could be seen flitting about. Evidently most of the men had joined the insurrectos, hoping to have a share in the loot when the time came.
"Say, Geisler!" exclaimed Buck Bradley suddenly, "got any steam in the boiler?"
"Ches. Aboudt forty or fifty pounds. Der fires vos banked. Pud vy?"
"Oh, nothing. I"ve just got a little plan in my head. Now, Jack, suppose you and I take a little run to the boiler room and look about us a bit."
The boy was glad of anything to do to relieve the tension of waiting for the attack that didn"t come. He gladly accompanied the self-reliant Westerner to the boiler house. They found, as Geisler had said, that in one of the boilers steam was still up.
"Now let"s take a look around here, sonny," said Buck, glancing about the walls as if in search of something. "Ah! Here we are, that will do."
He pounced on a big reel of fire hose attached to the wall, as he spoke.
"Fine! Couldn"t be better," he continued, as he rapidly unwound it.
"Why, there must be fifty feet or more here. Now let"s see. Where is the blow-off valve of this boiler?"
"This is it, isn"t it?" asked Jack, indicating a valve, with wheel-controlled outlet near the base of the boiler.
"That"s it. Now then for a monkey wrench and then we are all ready to give those greasers the surprise of their lives in case they try an attack upon this side of the stockade."
"What are you going----"
That was as far as Jack got in his question. As the words left his lips, there came from without the sharp sound of a shot.
Bang!
"Phew!" whistled Buck. "That"s the overture. The performance is about ter begin."
In the meantime, the members of the party left at the peep-holes by Buck Bradley and Jack, had been trying their level best to obtain some inkling of which side the insurrectos meant to storm first. But, for all the sign the long, waving gra.s.s gave, or the bushes imparted, they might as well have gazed at the sky. Had they not known that the insurrectos were out there somewhere, they would have deemed the hillside barren of life.
Suddenly, however, as Coyote Pete"s keen eye was sweeping the open s.p.a.ce before the stockade, the gra.s.s quite near at hand parted, and a wiry little Mexican stepped out.
It was a good evidence of the control that Madero exercised over his men that this fellow, although he must have known he was placing his life in deadly peril, advanced to within a few feet of the stockade without a tremor.
Apparently, judging from his expression, he was astonished that no hostile demonstration came from within. But the defenders had no wish to sacrifice life needlessly, and refrained from firing upon him.
Suddenly he halted, and raising his voice, cried out in Spanish:
"Will you foolish gringoes surrender and give up the gold peaceably, or must we attack the mine?"
"Did Madero tell you to ask that?" shouted Pete through his peep-hole.
"Yes; the general demanded that I should offer you this chance for your lives."
"Then tell the general, with our compliments, that if he thinks he"ll get Mr. Merrill"s gold without a fight, he"s up against the toughest proposition he ever tackled."
"As you will, senors. Adios!"
With a wave of his hat, the Mexican ran speedily back down the hillside, and dived into some bushes. The watchers of the stockade were of the opinion that the wave of the hat was merely a bit of Latin extravagance. They soon found out, however, that it had the significance of a signal. For, as the fellow dropped into cover, the gra.s.s became alive with human forms. Coyote Pete"s finger, which had been trembling upon the trigger, pressed it.
Bang!
It was the first shot of the desperate battle for the defense of the mine, and the sound that had reached the two in the boiler house.
The report was followed by a series of appalling yells from without the stockade. Mexicans seemed to spring from every clump of gra.s.s and bit of brush. It was amazing how they could have crept so close without being detected.
"We can"t last five minutes!" gasped Walt, as he gazed out. The lad fired grimly into the advancing rush, however, and the others stood to their guns like veterans. Their cheeks were blanched under the tan, though, and the corners of their mouths tightened. Each one of those defenders realized the practical hopelessness of their positions.
Suddenly, amid the besiegers" onrushing forms, appeared a figure mounted upon a superb black horse. The animal curvetted and plunged as the reports of the rifles of both sides rattled away furiously, but his rider had him in perfect control.
"There"s Ramon, the scoundrel!" roared Pete, gazing at the defiant figure. "I"ll give him a shot for luck."
But for once the plainsman"s aim was at fault. The bullet evidently did not even ruffle the former cattle rustler.
"Ledt me try!" puffed the German ferociously.
He fared no better.
"Bah! Und I thought I vos a goodt shot!" he exploded.
"It ain"t that," rejoined Pete superst.i.tiously. "The Mexicans say that Ramon bears a charmed life, and that only a silver bullet will ever lay him low."
Before the professor could make any comment Ramon was heard issuing commands in a sharp voice. He seemed to have the direction of the attack. Of Madero there was no sign, unless a small figure on a s.h.a.ggy pony, far to the rear, was that of the insurrecto leader.
The result of Ramon"s command was soon evident. The attackers had not been prepared for so sharp a defense, and, anxious to lose as few men as possible, Ramon had ordered them to drop once more into the gra.s.s.
This was good strategy, as it was apparently only a matter of time before the mine defenders would have to surrender, and it was little use to sacrifice lives in a mad rush against their rifles.
The attack had splintered the stockade in a score of places, but, thanks to the toughness of the seasoned wood, the bullets that had penetrated had lost most of their strength. Beyond a few scratches from flying splinters, none of the defenders were injured.
"What can they be up to?" wondered Pete, as half an hour pa.s.sed and no further sign came from the besiegers.
Ramon"s figure had now vanished. Perhaps he realized that the fangs of their enemies were by no means drawn, and deemed it more prudent not to take chances on the strength of his "charmed life."
And so the time pa.s.sed. The sun was well on his march toward the western horizon before there came a move on the part of the enemy, and when it did come it was a startling one. Taking advantage of every bit of cover, the astute mestizos had crept around the stockade till they were in a position exactly behind the defenders. So that, in fact, for the last half hour, the alert rifles of Coyote Pete and his companions had been covering emptiness.
A yell as the attackers charged from the direction into which they had covertly worked themselves apprised the besieged of what had happened.
Bitterly blaming his stupidity in not foreseeing such a move, Pete, followed by the others, darted across the stockade. As they were halfway across, however, a dozen or more heads appeared upon the undefended top.
The insurrectos had determined on a bold rush, and unmolested they had succeeded in scaling the walls on each other"s shoulders.