Under the urging of Del Pinzo, the Greasers, all of whom had been engaged by him, worked hard--harder than they would have done had Del Pinzo not been there to spur them on. Professor Wright admitted this, and said it was why he was willing to pay the half-breed to oversee the laborers.
And of all who labored none was more active than a certain young Greaser, in ragged garments and with a most dirty face, who seemed to be in all parts of the excavating camp at once. He leaped down into holes, he climbed mounds and delved there a while; he labored with pick and shovel. He was all over at all times, it seemed.
So active was he that he attracted the attention of Del Pinzo, who, strolling over to the youth remarked, in Mexican Spanish:
"I don"t seem to remember you. Where are you from?"
To which, in native dialect, he was answered:
"I come in my brother"s place. San Feliece he is much sick this day.
I take his place."
Del Pinzo thought back rapidly. One of his workers of this name was missing, and, well--all Greasers looked alike. He turned, and the youth, with a quiet chuckle, resumed his activities.
But, as the youth labored, his eyes seemed to follow Del Pinzo more than they kept to the matters immediately in hand. Though he struck hard with his pick, and took out heaping shovelfuls, this youth ever had his eyes on the half-breed, watching and watching as Del Pinzo strolled about the camp grounds.
It was the third day of this young Greaser"s appearance in the fossil excavations, and coming close to the end of the week, which period of grace had been allowed Mr. Merkel by the court. Unless the deeds were soon produced the sheep would scatter over the Spur Creek lands and this would mean the beginning of the end for the cattle men.
Suddenly the comparative quiet of the fossil camp was broken by loud yells, and there seemed much excitement in a place where Professor Wright had been examining earth and rocks as the debris was deposited from an excavation.
The ragged youth, who had said he came to take the place of his ill brother, raced over the ground toward the excited group. He found the professor gazing eagerly down into a sort of cave that had been discovered when the digging reached a certain depth.
"Look out there now! Be careful!" cautioned the scientist. "I think we have found it. Here, you look intelligent!" and he motioned to the Greaser youth whom Del Pinzo had questioned. "Get down in there and make the opening a little wider so I can see what we"ve come upon. But be very careful. If there are bones we don"t want to break them.
Perhaps you"d better tell him, Del Pinzo," suggested Professor Wright.
"He probably doesn"t understand my English."
Thereupon Del Pinzo loosed a string of Mexican Spanish, at which the youth nodded, and proceeded to enlarge the opening to the small underground cavern.
As the light of day was allowed to enter, Professor Wright leaped down into the hole and stood almost at the side of the youth. Then, suddenly, the scientist cried:
"I"ve found it! I have discovered it! The gigantic Brontotherium!
Success at last!"
And as the youth stepped aside to allow the scientist to enter and gaze upon the immense fossil bones which had just been laid bare, the youth looked at Del Pinzo, hastening across the camp ground, murmured:
"I, too, have found it! Success at last!"
CHAPTER XXV
THE END OF THE SHEEP
Court had convened. It was the day set for the decision in the Spur Creek open range matter--a decision which would say whether or not sheep could be pastured on land that the owner of Diamond X had long claimed as his own.
In the open West--where there is much hard work and little play--unless a man makes the latter for himself--the opening of court, even for small matters, was an occasion for the "gathering of the clans." From far and near, those who could get away to attend the sitting of the judge, and sometimes the trial of cases, were always on hand. It was the same sort of an occasion as in the East is the circus, the cattle show or the county fair.
At court, as at the circus and fair, friends who had long been separated met again, and, not infrequently, relatives found those of whom they had long lost trace.
And so, as there was a gathering of lawyers, a judge or two, some witnesses and any number of mere hangers-on in the city where court had been convened, there were heard on all sides such greetings as:
"Well, ef thar ain"t ole Bill! Put here there, Bill!"
"Horn-swoggle me ef "tain"t Nate! Well, gumsozzle me!"
Two hard and calloused hand would meet in a crack like that from a small gun and two bearded faces, seamed and wrinkled, would light up with pleasure.
Near them--all around them--similar scenes were being enacted, and, not infrequently, ancient enemies would thus come together, with none of the kindly greetings that I have indicated. Often as not there would be the drawing of guns and an exchange of shots, more or less dangerous under any circ.u.mstances, and particularly so where there was a throng as at the opening of court.
But on this occasion all grudges seemed to have been forgotten or buried, for there was no shooting. The feeling was of the friendliest, save that an important issue was to be fought out between the sheep men on one side and the cattle men on the other.
To both sides the issue meant much, for it meant success or failure in what they elected to gain their livings by means of. So it cannot be wondered at that there were more or less serious faces as men met and inquired one of the other:
"How do you think it"s going?"
"Well, you can"t tell much about it," the answer might be. "These lawyers and judges----"
"That"s right. They don"t seem to use common sense--some of "em."
"But what sort of a case do you s"pose Diamond X has got, anyhow?"
"Pretty good, I hear."
"Well, I hope they have. Gosh! If we"re goin" t" be overrun with them onery sheep jest as we"ve got things runnin" nicely fer cattle--wa"al, I don"t want t" live around here--that"s all I got to say!" exclaimed one grizzled cowman.
"Same here!" commented some of his hearers. "Sheep"s no good; never were any good; an" what"s more, never will be any good!"
"That"s right!" came a deep-voiced chorus.
To hear them tell it one would think that a sheep had no rights at all and that a sheep man was the worst being on earth, and yet, as a matter of fact, many a cowman, sick of the eternal beef that he had to eat, welcomes a tender bit of roast lamb.
But such is the world!
To the cattlemen the sheep owners and herders were despised and hated of men--not fit to live within the same thousand-mile area of cattle and horses.
Of course sheep was not the direct issue. As was said, the point turned on whether the Spur Creek land came under the provisions of the open range, as defined by Congress, and once this was settled a man could pasture elephants on the land he staked out, provided he could get elephants to stay there.
But the coming of the sheep meant the going of the cattle. And that is why the courtroom was so filled with spectators. d.i.c.k was there, his bullet-wounded hand almost better. Bud was there, as was his father and many cowboys from Diamond X.
Del Pinzo, with a grin on his evil, bearded face, was there also.
"We will take up first the matter of the open range land," said the Judge. "The matter was laid over until to-day to enable the defendant to produce certain papers in court substantiating his claim to pasturage along Spur Creek. Are you ready to proceed, Mr. Bonnett?"
and he looked at Mr. Merkel"s lawyer.
"Your Honor," began the attorney, "we hoped to be able to settle the matter definitely to-day. I expected to show the deeds proving our claim. But, unless a certain witness whom I depended on soon arrives, we shall have to proceed to trial. If this witness were here, and if he could prove what I hoped----"
"You will never be able to prove anything!" broke in the sneering voice of Del Pinzo.