The Boy Ranchers

Chapter 10

Bud, as well as Nort and d.i.c.k, found themselves wondering just what the professor"s "purpose" was. However he did not seem inclined to disclose it, for he pulled up his horse, which was idly cropping the gra.s.s, and said:

"Well, I must be going. Thank you, again, for your kindness. I hope we may meet again. Good-night!"

He urged his animal onward, and a moment later was lost in the darkness, as a thicker cloud than any that had yet obscured it, covered the moon.

For several seconds the three boy ranchers remained, looking off in the gloom which had swallowed up the mysterious scientist. For that he was mysterious none of the lads could deny.

"Wonder where he had been?" mused Bud in a low voice, for in that silent, dark open place voices carried almost as clearly as across water, and he was cautious.



"Search me!" declared Nort.

"Guess he didn"t expect to see us," added d.i.c.k.

"Say!" suddenly exclaimed Nort, urging his horse against Bud"s in his eagerness and excitement, "maybe he was one of the cattle rustlers, Bud! He circled around and rode back after he found he couldn"t get away with the steers, and that Babe was on his trail. That"s what it is!"

"No," spoke Bud, quietly. "There"s something queer about that man--Professor Wright as he calls himself--but he isn"t the kind that rustles cattle. Cattle thieves don"t make a permanent camp. They"re wanderers--mostly Greasers, Indians and half breeds, with a bad white man mixing in--and they don"t stay long in one place."

"Don"t you think he had anything to do with trying to drive off your cattle?" asked Nort.

"Well, you can"t be altogether sure of anything in this world," half drawled Bud, "but it doesn"t seem reasonable."

"But he came from the direction to where those men ran that were driving away the cattle," said d.i.c.k. "Wonder if he met Babe?"

"You can ask him," said Bud. "Here comes Babe now."

The two other lads were not aware of the approach of the a.s.sistant foreman of Diamond X, but Bud"s quick ears had caught the faint sound of the horse"s feet approaching, and in another moment Babe rode up from a little clump of greasewood shrubs, which growth, to the eastern lads, had resembled sumac at first.

"Find "em, Babe?" asked Bud in a low voice.

"Nope! They razzled off "fore I could get up to "em. All right here?"

he asked, though a look convinced him there had been no serious trouble, at least.

"All serene," answered Bud. "Did you meet the professor?" he inquired.

"The professor?" Babe"s tone of voice, indicating surprise, was answer enough. But Bud went into particulars, telling how the scientist had ridden up on them a little while before.

"No, he didn"t come nigh me!" declared Babe. "Mighty funny, too," he went on.

"Could he be one of the rustlers?" asked Nort, eagerly.

"Oh, he _could_, I reckon," admitted Babe. "But it doesn"t seem reasonable. Guess he wouldn"t head back this way if he"d tried to run off some Diamond X stock. I"d like to know where those fellows slipped to," he said, musingly.

"Well, they didn"t get anything, anyhow," declared Nort.

"Not much, that"s a fact, son," drawled Babe, as he eased himself down off his pony, for he wanted to stretch his legs. "Course I don"t know how many there ought to be in this bunch," and he looked over the small herd that had now settled quietly for the night. "But they didn"t get away with much. You fellows might as well ride on back, and send out some of the boys," he added. "Your ma"ll be wondering about you, Bud."

"Yes, I reckon she will, "specially as I have some tenderfeet with me,"

and he laughed good-naturedly.

"Don"t go back on our account!" exclaimed Nort. "We can camp out here all right."

"It"ll be pretty dry camping," chuckled Babe, "an" there"s no need of it. Slim will be wanting to know how we made out, and he may get a report on the rustlers, not knowing that we headed "em off. So it"s just as well for you lads to go back. You can send out some of the night men, and I"ll follow you as soon as I"m relieved," he added.

This seemed the best plan and back toward the ranch headquarters rode Bud, d.i.c.k and Nort, leaving Babe in charge of the small herd, a task easy to fulfill now, as the animals were quiet.

The weird howls of the coyotes followed the lads almost to the ranch houses, and the advent of the three, with the story they told, created no little excitement. Cattle rustling was not common enough to be a regular part of the day"s work.

"Zing zowie!" exclaimed Slim Degnan as he heard the particulars. "You fellows landed feet first right into some doin"s!" he added, looking at Nort and d.i.c.k.

"We sure did!" exclaimed the city lads, much pleased in spite of being weary.

A little later, while Bud and his cousins were eating what might be called a midnight lunch that Mrs. Merkel set out for them in the cozy living-room of the ranch house, two cowboys rode off to relieve Babe.

"And now it"s time for you tenderfeet to turn in," said Mrs. Merkel to Nort and d.i.c.k. "I told your mother I"d look after you as I would Bud, if she"d let you come out, and, now you"re here, I"m going to keep my word. Turn in, all three of you!"

And, for once in their lives, the boys were glad to go to bed without arguing, for the tenderfeet, at least, were dog tired.

No further trace of the cattle rustlers was discovered, if indeed there had been any. All the evidence there was lay in the sight Bud and the others had caught of a stray bunch of steers being hazed over toward the river, across which lay open range. The cowboys who relieved Babe reported nothing out of the ordinary as having happened during their night vigil.

Mr. Merkel came home that day, the second of the eastern boys" stay at Diamond X ranch, and the cattleman warmly welcomed his nephews.

"We"ll fit you out to be regular ranchers!" he declared, and in less than a week Nort and d.i.c.k felt that they were, indeed, on their way to this enviable goal.

They were provided with sheepskin chaps, such as Bud and the other cowboys wore--chaps being in the nature of overalls, and affording much needed protection to the legs when riding amid a bunch of milling steers.

The eastern lads were given complete outfits, from the rather awkward high-heeled boots to the broad-brimmed range hats, and they wore their handkerchiefs, or "neckerchiefs," most proudly.

These neckerchiefs were more than ornaments. In the choking dust, often strongly alkali, the squares, pulled up over nose and mouth, gave needed relief and protection.

"Suppose we ride over and see if there"s been any more trouble at the professor"s camp?" suggested Nort to Bud one day.

"Good idea!" declared d.i.c.k.

"All right, if you want to," a.s.sented Bud. "Dad was sort of mentioning that he"d like to hear how the shot men were getting on. We can make it easy before supper."

Together the boy ranchers trotted over the gently rolling land toward the foothills, in the midst of which the camp lay. As they drew near Bud scanned the horizon for a sign of smoke, such as he and Slim had observed once before. But there was no trace.

"Shouldn"t wonder but what they"d vamoosed," he said.

"Lit out, you mean?" asked Nort.

"Yeppie! There doesn"t seem to be any signs of life."

And as they rode into the site of the camp the reason for this became plain. The camp was deserted. The tents were down, and all that remained were emptied tin cans, broken boxes and the cold ashes of the fires. But over on the side of the hill, where there was an outcropping of red sandstone, curious marks showed. They were the marks of digging and excavating on rather a large scale, and as Bud caught sight of these mute evidences of operations he uttered a low whistle of surprise.

"What does it mean?" asked Nort.

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