"Simply hold you here for a few days--not more than a week at most,"
answered Professor Blair.
"Suppose we don"t stay?" asked Nort, sharply.
"Well, if you refuse to promise not to try to escape, we shall be forced to detain you as best we can," was the calm reply. "But we have no wish to use violence, and I think you will agree to submit quietly.
Be our guests, so to speak."
"What if our friends come to rescue us?" asked d.i.c.k.
"Well, we have thought of that," spoke Professor Wright. "If they come we shall have to do our best to--er--persuade them to go away again--that is unless we can bring our task to an end sooner than we expect, and that is possible. If we can bring that about--make the discovery we hope for--you will be at liberty to depart at that moment.
Otherwise you must stay here!"
"Well, we won"t promise not to try to escape," declared Nort, hotly.
"We"ll do our best, not only to get away, but to bring the police down on you, or bring whatever authority they have out here. If you"re going to act this way we"ll be justified in doing our worst!"
"Naturally," agreed Professor Wright, smoothly. "Now that we have been made aware of your intentions we shall act accordingly. We shall be obliged to keep you under guard, but I a.s.sure you that if you do not act roughly neither will our guards. I am sorry you would not agree to our plan, and see matters in our light. It would have been so much more comfortable. And when we have explained, as we hope to do soon, you would appreciate our att.i.tude."
"Well, all I can say now is that we _don"t_ appreciate it!" snapped Nort, "and we"ll leave at the first opportunity!"
"Then we"ll see that you get no opportunities!" sneered Silas. "Let"s take "em out, Del!"
As it was evident that the two professors meant what they said, and that the boys would be roughly handled if they did not submit quietly, they followed their captors out of the dining tent, in answer to signals from Silas and the half breed that this was what was wanted.
"Here"s going to be your stopping place," said Silas, with another sneer, as he stopped in front of a small tent. "And let me tell you it will be best for you to take it easy. You may get into trouble if you try to leave!"
To this Nort and d.i.c.k answered nothing. They were too angry to know what to say, but that they intended to submit quietly to this indignity was not in their natures. They cast quick glances about the camp before entering the tent, the flap of which Del Pinzo pulled back. The tent contained two cots and some small packing boxes for tables and chairs.
"All right!" said Nort, as he sized up the situation, and glanced back at the men who were his own and his brother"s guards for the time being. "You can do your best to keep us here, and we"ll do our best to get away. It"ll be a fifty-fifty proposition!"
Nort was startled by an exclamation from d.i.c.k. The latter was gazing at some commotion on the far side of the camp. Looking out from the opened tent Nort saw being driven, along the bank of a small brook that ran through the swale, several big steers. They were being hazed along by Greasers on horses, and as the cattle splashed into the water, stopping to drink thirstily, the boy ranchers caught sight of the brands on their flanks.
It was the mark of the Diamond X ranch!
CHAPTER XXI
THE ESCAPE
"Get inside, you fellows, now!" roughly commanded Silas Thorp. "If you"re going to act nasty we can do the same. You can make it easy or hard for yourselves, just as you choose."
"We"ll make it hard for you, before we finish!" threatened Nort.
At the sight of the steers bearing the Diamond X brand, Del Pinzo had stepped out of the tent, but his place as guard, if such he might be called, was taken by another Greaser, even less prepossessing in appearance, and apparently of less intelligence, but with as evil intentions. He scowled at the boys, and squatted down at the entrance to the canvas shelter.
"Here"s where you"re going to stay, though you can have the freedom of the camp if you promise not to try to leave," said Silas.
"We won"t promise!" declared Nort.
"Not on your life!" added d.i.c.k, warmly.
"Then stay here, and there"ll be trouble if you try to leave,"
threatened the man, who seemed to be a dried-up specimen of a museum attendant, which character, so Nort said afterward, he forcibly called to mind.
He spoke something, evidently in Spanish, or the Mexican variety of that language, to the fellow who had replaced Del Pinzo, and the man, who was making himself comfortable at the entrance of the tent, murmured:
"_Si, senor_!"
"Which means he"ll do as he was told," spoke Nort to d.i.c.k in a low voice as Silas pa.s.sed out. "Stick us with his knife or jab the business end of his gun in the small of our backs."
"We mustn"t give him the chance," spoke d.i.c.k.
"I should say not! We"ll get away before he knows it."
The brothers spoke together in low tones, but loudly enough for the guard to hear. However he showed no interest in what they said, from which they concluded he either understood no English, or pretended not to.
"But we won"t take a chance," decided Nort. "We won"t discuss anything we don"t want him to overhear. It"s likely they thought they could fool us by putting in a man we would evidently think couldn"t understand our talk."
"I get you," said d.i.c.k, briefly. "But what do you think of those cattle?" and he nodded toward where could be heard the noise made by camp attendants driving the Diamond X steers whither they were wanted to go.
"Just what I"ve been thinking all along," declared Nort. "This outfit is a bunch of high-cla.s.s cattle thieves!"
He shot the words out forcibly, and looked keenly at the Greaser guard to see if they made any impression on him. However, the Mexican was either a perfect actor, or he did not understand what was said, for he gave no sign, and appeared to be in a brown study as he sat hunched up on the ground at the flap of the tent.
"Wonder what"s going on?" mused d.i.c.k, as the noise increased, the shouts of men mingling with the snorting and bellowing of cattle. "I"m going to take a look."
He stepped forward to part the flaps of the tent, they having fallen together, but as he did so the Greaser ripped out something fiercely in his own tongue, and his hand went toward a sheathed knife at his belt.
"Oh, keep your shirt on!" burst out d.i.c.k. "I"m not going to run away--not just now," he added as a qualifying phrase.
Whether the man understood the words, or guessed that d.i.c.k had no intention of escaping, was not made clear, but he offered no further objection to the act of the boys in pulling aside the flaps of the tent and looking out.
They saw that the cattle which had been taken from the Diamond X ranch--stolen as d.i.c.k and Nort believed--were being driven into a small, and evidently hastily-constructed corral, where they could get to the stream to drink.
"They"ve got a regular system," remarked Nort, as he saw the cattle being quieted down, once they were inside the improvised pen.
"Making a business of it," agreed d.i.c.k. "But you wouldn"t think such men as these two professors would frame it up to be cattle rustlers; would you?"
"That isn"t all they are," said Nort. "That digging and blasting means something!"
He pointed to where, on the side hill at the scene of the first explosion, the two scientists were evidently directing operations looking to another blast. Professor Wright and his aide seemed to pay no attention to the cattle that had been brought in.
"This is a queer sort of game," said d.i.c.k to his brother, as they went back in the tent and sat down on boxes at the heads of their cots. "I can"t see to the bottom of it."
"Nor I, except that these fellows are doing something they don"t want known. Rustling cattle isn"t all of it, by any means, but if the other isn"t digging for gold, or something valuable, I give up."
"But if they were after gold, why would they deny it?" asked d.i.c.k.