"Take it easy at first," cautioned Nort to d.i.c.k, as he slid his hand along the lariat, intending to follow it up until he reached the peg, which he could pull out.
"Which way you going to ride?" asked d.i.c.k.
"North," was the answer, for Nort had sensed that point of the compa.s.s.
"After we get some distance away we can figure out which trail we ought to take."
"Anything to get away," murmured d.i.c.k.
Working quickly and silently, the boy ranchers soon released their ponies from the tethering ropes and managed to mount them, though it was not easy, owing to the lack of stirrups. But eventually they were on the backs of their mounts, and, looping a bight of the rope around the heads of Blaze and Blackie, made a sort of bridle.
Luckily the animals were not hard to guide, and a little later d.i.c.k and Nort were urging them along on the gra.s.s-covered ground, which provided so soft a cushion for their feet that scarcely a sound resulted.
"I think we"re going to make it!" whispered d.i.c.k to Nort as they moved along, the horses climbing up out of the swale in which the mysterious camp was located. The moonlight gleamed down on the white tents, including the one from which the boys had cut their way.
"Don"t be too sure--don"t crow--we"re not out on the open range yet,"
cautioned Nort, this time less inclined to haste than was d.i.c.k.
But their departure did not seem to be noticed. Any noise the horses made must have been covered by the lowing, snorting and occasional bellowing of the cattle in the corral.
And so it came about that d.i.c.k and Nort, by the exercise of their wits, with which our American youth are so richly endowed, had outwitted their enemies. Though why they should have been detained as prisoners they could not fathom.
"Guess we can take it a little faster now, can"t we?" asked d.i.c.k, as they came to a fairly level, open place. The mysterious camp was now out of sight, though not out of mind.
"Yes, we can chance it, though without a saddle and bridle we are taking a chance."
The boys were never so glad as now that they knew fairly well how to ride, and that their steeds were not like many of the wilder western horses. Blaze and Blackie seemed to know that their young masters were at a disadvantage, and they trotted along as though under full guidance.
"I wonder what it all means--back there?" voiced d.i.c.k, as he rode along beside his brother. Nort did not have to ask what d.i.c.k referred to--it was the mystery camp.
"I don"t know," Nort answered. "But I"m sure of one thing. As soon as we can get back to Diamond X we"ll organize a raid on that outfit.
It"s the headquarters of the rustlers--or one gang of "em--I"m positive."
"Looks so," agreed d.i.c.k.
They rode on at good speed now, though they were totally at a loss to know whether or not they were proceeding in the right direction to bring them to Diamond X ranch. Nort found himself regretting the capture of his gun, when d.i.c.k, who was a little ahead, suddenly pulled up his horse, as best he could with the improvised reins, and called:
"Hark!"
Nort stopped and listened. To the ears of the boy ranchers was borne the unmistakable sound of galloping horses.
"If they"re coming after us!" said d.i.c.k sharply, "I"m going to----"
"It can"t be that bunch," interrupted Nort, evidently referring to the professor"s camp. "They"re behind us. This sound comes from in front."
"Maybe it"s Bud looking for us!" exclaimed d.i.c.k, and before his brother could comment, they both saw riding toward them in the moonlight, up from a little valley, several cowboys. The form of more than one was familiar to d.i.c.k and Nort, but as they saw their cousin in the front rank they cried out:
"Bud!"
"There they are!" yelled Bud in answer, and a moment later our heroes were among their friends.
"Where have you been? What happened? Are you hurt?"
These were only a few questions fired at the escaped prisoners, and as they managed to tell their story there were ominous growls and comments from the cowboys with Bud.
"The scoundrels! Rustling our cattle!" cried Bud. "We"ll fix "em!"
"They"re doing something else besides rustling your cattle," declared Nort. "Let"s go back to Diamond X and organize a crowd to raid this camp! We haven"t enough men here, and d.i.c.k and I haven"t any guns," he added.
"All right," a.s.sented Bud, after a moment"s thought. "We can do better in daylight, anyhow. Back to the ranch it is!"
And as the rescue squad turned to go back Nort and d.i.c.k rode with them, their thoughts busy with many topics.
CHAPTER XXIII
CLOSING IN
"Now let"s have the whole yarn," urged Bud Merkel.
The rescue party of cowboys had returned to Diamond X ranch, after meeting Nort and d.i.c.k who were riding their saddleless horses on their way of escape from the mysterious camp.
Thereupon the two brothers told everything that had happened since they rode off together two days before, to haze back the bunch of wild steers.
"Hum! That"s quite a yarn," commented Bud"s father who, with Slim Degnan, Babe Milton and several of the cowboys, had listened to the lads" story.
"Did they harm you at all?" asked motherly Mrs. Merkel.
"No, they were very polite about it," answered Nort. "But of course we weren"t going to stay with them on that account."
"I should say not!" chuckled Bud. "So you put paregoric in the Greaser"s coffee! That was rich! Even Zip Poster couldn"t have done better!"
"Oh, Zip! He"d "a" drugged the whole camp, and brought "em away one at a time on his shoulder," said Slim, with a wink at the others.
"Hum! You know a lot--don"t you?" murmured Bud, but it was easy to see he did not like any fun poked at Zip Foster, a very mysterious personage, it appeared.
"How"d you come to find us?" asked Nort, when his own tale, and that of his brother, had been sufficiently told.
"Well, it was mainly luck, in a way," Bud answered. "After you two rode off that time, we didn"t pay much attention to you for a while, as we had our hands full with the cattle. Then we didn"t worry, even when it began to get dark, for we figured that the steers had given you more of a run than usual. We didn"t worry, for I told dad that you were getting to be real ranchers."
Nort and d.i.c.k smiled proudly at this tribute.
"But," resumed Bud, "when you fellows didn"t come back in the early hours of the morning, we did begin to get a little leery. And then we started off to look for you as soon as it was light. We needn"t say we didn"t find you. But we kept on hunting, and we were just about to give up again, and ride off in another direction, when we saw you heading for us."
"That camp of the professors" is pretty well hidden," spoke Nort. "I wonder if we can find it again?"
"Bet your boots!" cried Bud. "I could find it in the dark, but we won"t wait until then to close in on the rustlers!"