"What are you on the track of now?" asked Nort.
"A Brontotherium," answered the professor.
"What did he say--a bronco?" asked Bud. "We"ve got some over at our place you can have for nothing," he added with a laugh. "They"re not dead yet, though some of the boys who tried to ride "em wish they were."
"A Brontotherium," explained Professor Wright, "is an extinct animal, something like the rhinoceros, but much larger--more than the size of an elephant, I hope to prove. There are indications that I may find the bones here."
"I hope you do," remarked d.i.c.k.
The boys wandered around the camp, and were about to leave the scene of the digging and excavating when Nort uttered an exclamation.
"What"s the matter?" asked his brother.
"Look! There"s Del Pinzo!" exclaimed Nort, and, surely enough, the figure of the wily Greaser or half-breed was seen moving among the men engaged by the professor to help him and his a.s.sistant in digging up fossil bones.
"You have that rascal again, I see, Professor," said Bud rather coldly.
"Well, he certainly is a great help," was the answer. "He has great influence over the Mexican laborers."
"Too much," grimly remarked Bud. They went away, paying no further attention to Del Pinzo though he smiled at them in what he doubtless intended for a genial manner.
"What do you make of it, Bud?" asked Nort.
"Of what?"
"Professor Wright having that rascal with him?"
"Well," remarked Bud, with as judicial an air as he could a.s.sume on short notice, "you can look at it in two ways."
"For instance?" suggested d.i.c.k, teasingly. "We"re in for something good, now," he whispered to his brother, though not so low but that Bud could not hear.
"Well, either Professor Wright knows Del Pinzo is a rascal, and takes to him in spite of that, or he doesn"t know it--though how he can be ignorant I can"t understand," declared Bud. "If he doesn"t--he"s the only one who knows the game who thinks Del is any better than a common, onery horse thief!"
"Maybe something will happen, soon, to open his eyes," suggested Nort, as they rode on.
When they reached the headquarters at Diamond X they found Sheriff Hank Fowler in earnest conversation with Mr. Merkel.
"Anything doing, Dad?" asked Bud.
"Yes. I"m summoned to court to prove my t.i.tle to the Spur Creek land,"
was the answer. "Hank has just served me with the papers."
"I"m tellin" him he don"t need to worry none," said Mr. Fowler, with a genial grin. "He can easy prove his t.i.tle."
"Perhaps not so easy as you think," remarked Mr. Merkel, "since my papers are missing. If I could only get them back!"
"And I think I have a plan that will get them back!" suddenly exclaimed Nort.
CHAPTER XXIII
IN DISGUISE
All eyes were turned on the lad, but he did not seem abashed.
"What"s the idea?" asked d.i.c.k, who thought perhaps his brother was "joshing."
"It just occurred to me, after I saw Del Pinzo at the professor"s camp," Nort said. "It may sound foolish, but it"s worth trying, I think."
And when, a little later, he had explained to Mr. Merkel and Sheriff, they clapped the lad on the back heartily and said:
"Go ahead! It"s worth trying!"
Nort needed several days to perfect his plans for a daring excursion into the enemy"s country, so to speak. But before he had completed his arrangements Del Pinzo, through some rascally lawyers, had gotten in the first blow of the legal battle.
As Mr. Merkel had said, he was summoned to court to defend his claim to the rich grazing lands of Spur Creek. If he had had his doc.u.ments this would have been comparatively easy, but with the stealing of the deeds and other papers, the task was harder.
Of course Mr. Merkel engaged a lawyer, but the first skirmish resulted in victory for the sheep men. As had been surmised, Del Pinzo did not directly appear in the matter, though he was in court consulting with the lawyers engaged by the herders. And, as might have been expected, some of the claimants to rights under the new open range law were legal citizens of the United States and, as such, ent.i.tled to take up a certain amount of land.
"But they have no right to take Mr. Merkel"s land!" said the ranchman"s lawyer. "We grant that they have a right to pasture sheep, or even elephants, for that matter, on land they can rightfully claim. But they can"t claim land already taken up and given over to the pasture of cattle. We recognize, Your Honor, that to the Court there is no difference between a sheep and a cow."
"You are right there," admitted the Judge, "and I suppose you are prepared, Mr. Bonnett, to substantiate your client"s legal claim to this land by deeds and other papers."
"Unfortunately my client"s deeds are missing," Mr. Bonnett had to admit, at which admission there was a grin from Del Pinzo, so Bud thought, at least. "But if we have time we can bring the necessary papers into court. Therefore we ask for delay."
"And we oppose delay, for the reason that our sheep are suffering from lack of fodder and we have a right to pasture them on the Spur Creek lands!" cried the opposing lawyer.
"I"ll grant a week"s postponement," decided the Judge. "If in that time, Mr. Bonnett, you can not file proof, I"m afraid----"
He did not finish, but they all knew what he meant. He would be obliged, in strict law, though perhaps not justice, to let the sheep men come in on land that Mr. Merkel claimed under rights of former laws, when he had taken them up after a government opening.
As has been said, legal matters in this spa.r.s.ely settled part of the United States were not as strictly enforced as in large cities. There the loss of deeds could be made up by other evidence. But in the west the papers were needed and without them, even though in possession, there would be trouble to prove a claim.
"But if the sheep come, even though the court says they may, there"ll be another fight!" declared the ranchman, in spite of his lawyer"s efforts to keep him quiet.
It was two days after that when Nort started out of the ranch house one early evening. There had been a consultation before he left, and when he was ready to go he almost collided with Yellin" Kid, who entered.
"What"s the matter with you, Greaser?" cried the Kid angrily. "What you doin" in here, anyhow?"
"Well, Kid, if you don"t recognize me I guess I"m safe!" chuckled Nort.
"Nort!" shouted the Yellin" Kid. "What the----"
"Not so loud!" cautioned Nort, laughing. "How do you like my disguise?" he asked. And then, changing his voice to a whine, he begged in slangy Spanish for a cigaret (which, of course, he did not smoke) though he muttered his "thanks, _Senor_," in a manner that caused Yellin" Kid to exclaim:
"They"ll never find you out! Good luck to you!"