The night pa.s.sed without any incidents of moment, though Nort nearly gave a needless alarm when he sprang up, declaring that he was being "roped" in the darkness.
But a light revealed that only a harmless snake was crawling over his neck, an unpleasant enough sensation as you doubtless will admit, but one not necessarily disastrous.
"Burr-r-r-r!" shuddered Nort, when he saw that it was a snake, and not a lariat that had rasped him. "I"d almost rather it was a la.s.so! I hate snakes!"
Then sleep was resumed.
The gray, cold and somewhat cheerless dawn was breaking over the temporary camp when, as Buck Tooth toddled over to replenish the fire for breakfast, there came sharp cracks of rifles from the surrounding rocks and scrub underbrush, and the old Indian fell.
"Yaquis!" yelled Nort, springing for his gun.
"Ambushed!" cried Bud.
"Steady, everybody!" shouted Yellin" Kid and his strenuous voice, rumbling and echoing through the silent morning, seemed to calm them all. "Get down on your faces! Drop!" commanded the cowboy, while puffs of smoke, flashes of fire and nerve-racking reports told that the attack from ambush was in some force.
CHAPTER XI
THE SURPRISE
Camp had been made by the boy ranchers and their friends in a little glade, amid rocks and stunted brush, a natural fortification as it were, with only one side open. And it was from this one side that the shots from the ambushers were pouring in.
Though Yellin" Kid and Snake Purdee had said nothing to the boys about it, the place had been purposely selected with an eye to its possible defense.
"You can"t tell what will happen in this country," Snake had said to Yellin" Kid, and the latter agreed, lowering his voice, for once at least, so Bud and his cousins could not hear.
"We"ve got to be on our guard," Snake had added, and so, while Bud, Nort and d.i.c.k would have been willing to slump down almost anywhere, and camp as soon as they found water, this secluded site was selected.
The wisdom of this was now apparent, since, had there been no natural shelter available, several casualties might have resulted from the opening of a fusillade at dawn.
As it was, however, so quickly had the cowboys (and with them I now include Buck Tooth) taken to shelter, that, aside from a few minor wounds on the part of two or three, no one was badly hit.
"What"s it all about?" called Bud from behind his sheltering stone to Snake. Bud"s gun was hot, for he had emptied the magazine, and with little effect, as was afterward learned.
"Who"s attacking us?" added Nort. He, as had d.i.c.k, had also fired rapidly and with equal non-effect.
"Search me," succinctly replied Snake. "All I know is that there"s somebody out there anxious to fill us full of lead--more anxious than I am to be filled," he added grimly. "Lay low everybody!" he shouted, as another burst of firing succeeded the calm that had followed the first attack.
Bullets "zinged" in amid the rocks, striking the hard stone with vicious "pings!" and leaving grim, gray marks on the boulders; marks that would have brought spots of vital redness had they found a human target.
Bud refilled the magazine of his gun, and started a return fire when Snake threw a piece of stone that fell near the boy rancher, thus attracting his attention. There was little use in shouting above the din. A voice could be heard only in the lulls of shooting.
"What"s the matter?" yelled Bud, scarcely making himself heard.
Snake motioned for him to cease firing, an example followed by Nort and d.i.c.k. As for the older cowboys they had wisely witheld their fire.
Explanation was made by Snake a moment later when he crawled over to Bud, keeping well hidden amid the rocks, and speaking in his ear, though yelling at the top of his voice as he did so, said:
"What"s the use of shootin" when you can"t see your mark? Save your powder and lead!"
It was good advice. Bud could not help but laugh at the conclusion of Snake"s advice. For the cowboy had started to give it in tones that Yellin" Kid might have been proud to own. This was necessary because those in ambush were firing in full force it seemed. But they stopped suddenly, in the midst of Snake"s remarks, so that the end of the cowboy"s advice fell amid a silence, and, being delivered at full power must have been heard by the enemy.
Bud"s laughter at this little incident was echoed by the others, and, for the moment, relieved the grim tension. But its grip tightened on all of them a moment later, as a bullet, viciously "zinging" its way amid the rocks, clipped a little from the lobe of the ear of one of the cowboys.
He uttered an exclamation, partly of disgust at his own carelessness in exposing himself, and Snake yelled:
"I told you to keep down, you tenderfoot!"
It was the harshest expression that could have been used.
Following that single shot, after the fusillade that had been in play during Snake"s advice to Bud, silence fell, and Snake and Yellin" Kid at once began to make preparations for what might be a prolonged fight. The two veteran cowboys in virtual charge of the relief expedition managed to crawl together to the shelter of a big rock, and there held a consultation, the while cautioning the others to remain behind the protection of boulders they had picked out after the first rush.
Fortunately the horses had all been well picketed in a glade back of the rocky fastness in which our friends had made fires and slept for the night, so the outfit from Diamond X was between its steeds and the enemy.
The horses, though at first startled by the firing, had soon settled down to a quiet cropping of such scanty herbage as grew in that desolate place. The animals were accustomed to the noise of guns, which formed an important part of every roundup, and, fortunately none had strayed.
I say fortunately with good reason, for in that wild country a man without a horse was worse off than one without a country, all patriotic reasons aside, of course. It was impossible for a man on foot to successfully make his way from water hole to water hole, and an automobile would have been worse than useless. Therefore it was with a feeling of thankfulness that Bud and his friends realized the horses were safe--at least for the time being.
"Fellows, listen to me," Snake said in a low, clear voice, after he and the Kid had talked in half whispers for a time. "We"ve got to do something, and maybe prepare for quite a fight. Now those whose names I call come with me. The others stay here with the Kid."
Thereupon Snake named half the force, including in it the three boy ranchers, to their great delight. For they rightly guessed this was to be a skirmish party, to sally out and see who were the attackers--perhaps to wipe them out.
"Crawl over to the left and wait for me," went on Snake. "Don"t move until you can have shelter all the way. The firing"s coming from only one direction as yet--guard against that. Get together and wait for me."
Sharp are the wits of those who live in the west, especially in the cattle country where snap judgment is often needed. Thus it took but a moment for Snake"s plan to make itself plain to Bud and the others.
One by one they crawled, or ran half crouched, from their original places of safety to the angle where a great rock, jutting out from the side of the glen in which they had camped, offered shelter for all. There they stood, with ready guns, waiting for the next move in the grim game.
Snake had remained in consultation with Yellin" Kid until now, and then, seeing his force waiting for him, the veteran cowboy made a dash to join them.
I call it a dash, but Snake was not foolhardy, and the advice he gave he took himself. Advantaging himself of every natural cover, the leader of the second party dodged this way and that, stooping over half double, until he was within ten feet of the shelter. Then since along the route where he came from, there was an open, unprotected s.p.a.ce, he tried to cross this in two jumps.
He succeeded, but as he landed, and half fell amid his comrades, a gun barked, somewhere out in the ambush, and by the convulsive movement of his body Snake gave evidence of having been hit.
"Are you hurt?" cried Bud, as he caught the reeling cowboy.
"Guess not--much!" grunted Snake, but his voice was labored.
"Where was it?" snapped out one of the cowboys. "Let"s have a look."
"Here!" Snake placed his hand over his heart. The boy ranchers gasped--they knew what it meant to lose one of their leaders at a time like this.
In an instant Snake"s coat was flung open, and his shirt half torn to expose his chest. And then there fell out, from next his skin on which it had made an ugly bruise, a partly flattened bullet.
"Whew!" whistled Nort.
"Close call, that!" added d.i.c.k.