Sam Tarbell suddenly arose from the bench where he had been sitting.
But if he had any intention of starting after the old man on the distant horse his resolution was better than his performance. For he had to sink weakly back to his seat, and his face, that had a.s.sumed its natural color after the ammonia, now went white again.
"Take it easy!" advised Old Billee in soothing tones.
"Guess I"ll have to," and Sam gratefully accepted a dipper of water that Nort handed him, getting the fluid from a pail that sat on a shelf outside the bunkhouse.
"Do you want one of us to chase after that old man?" asked Bud, while d.i.c.k inquired:
"Did he have anything to do with knocking you out?"
"No, to both questions, boys," responded Sam. "You can chase that old man for all of me, but I don"t think you"ll catch him. He"s as slippery as an eel. As for his having anything to do with me being knocked out in such a queer way, I can"t honestly say he had anything to do with it. I just happened to see him "fore my horse crumpled under me, and he was riding away when I started to stagger back here as best I could. I hollered at him to give me a lift, but either he didn"t hear me or didn"t want to. It was just a coincidence that he happened along while I was telling you my story."
Wonderingly the outfit from Diamond X watched the old man slowly riding into the foothills, amid the woods of which he was soon lost to view.
And the same thought came to all of them--the memory of the old man who had aroused d.i.c.k that night, when, next morning, the mysterious warning was found.
"Do you know that old man"s name?" asked Bud.
Sam Tarbell shook his head.
"He"s a stranger to me," he answered. "But I"ve seen him around off and on what little time I been here. I"m beginning to wish I"d never taken the job of puncher or foreman here at Dot and Dash. I"ve had nothing but bad luck from the start."
"You mean being knocked out like you was dead?" asked Yellin" Kid who, now that there was no mourning to be done, had switched back to his loud tones.
"Lots of things besides that," answered Sam. "I lost one good gun, lamed a good pony and got shook up bad when my other horse, the one that died under me, stepped into a prairie dog"s hole and throwed me.
Nothing but bad luck. I"m through!"
"Don"t blame you for wanting to quit," remarked Bud. "But I hope you"ll stay a little longer. As I said you"re not fit to travel and----"
"You"re right there!" interrupted Sam. "I"m as weak as a new-born calf. But after I get my strength I"m going to vamoose. This ranch is no place for a healthy man--or a sick one either, if you come to that.
But I"ll tell you what I started to, and give you all the help I can in rounding things up here. Then you can decide for yourselves whether it"s worth your while."
"This is Death Valley all right; ain"t it?" asked Billee Dobb.
"You said it, stranger! There"s been a lot of deaths here, so I been told. I never would have come if I had known what I know now."
"Just what do you know?" asked d.i.c.k.
"Do you know what caused the deaths?" Bud inquired.
"No, I can"t say I do," was the somewhat hesitant answer. "And that"s the mysterious part of it. Only I know I came mighty near pa.s.sing out and I don"t want to do it again."
"Suppose you finish telling us all about it," suggested Bud, the while he looked in the direction taken by the old man who had disappeared.
But the picturesque figure was out of sight.
"Well, as I was mentioning, I"ve been knocking around the country quite a bit," resumed Sam. "I"d have a job first on one ranch and then on another. You fellows know how it is," he said, looking at Snake and Yellin" Kid.
"Sure!" they murmured.
"Well, finally I ended up here and I must say Mr. Barter treated me all right, as he did his other hands. But when cattle began to be found dead all over the place, and when some men and their horses began to pa.s.s out, I began to get worried. So did a lot of others and they left so fast it was hard work to run the place with the few hands left.
"I was just getting ready to light out and look for another job when a man came to look the Dot and Dash over with a view, so Mr. Barter said, to buying it. Right after that Dolan, who had agreed to stay, quit sudden like, so I promised to stick and help the boss out and I did.
The place was sold, and you say your dad bought it?" he asked, looking at Bud.
"Yes, this is now part of the Merkel holdings," was the answer.
"Though my father didn"t know anything about the queer deaths on the place when he agreed to buy it. He didn"t even know that this was called Death Valley."
"Not until he got back to Diamond X and I told him," put in Billee.
"Then he said he wasn"t going to back out, "specially after these boys begged for a chance to chase the jinx."
"Well, they"ll get all the chance they want," remarked Sam. "No, I don"t reckon Mr. Barter would tell the bad name his place had when he was trying to sell it. I don"t say it was right of him to hold back the news, but lots of men would have done what he did. For myself, I never had a chance to talk to your father, so I couldn"t have put him wise if I wanted to. Dolan might have, but he didn"t. And I guess even Mr. Barter thought the thing would pa.s.s over."
"What thing?" asked d.i.c.k. "You mean the series of deaths?"
"That"s it. They were mighty queer."
"I told "em that," said Billee. "I used to work here myself years ago," he added. "I thought maybe, after all these years, the bad luck might have pa.s.sed. But after what happened to you----"
"Just what did happen?" asked Bud. "We want to get down to bra.s.s tacks on this thing if we can."
""Twon"t take long to tell you," said Sam. "As I mentioned, I agreed with Mr. Barter to stay on here and look after what few cattle remained until the new owner--that"s your dad," and he looked at Bud--"could come along and take possession.
"Well, I was left pretty much alone here, but I didn"t mind that, for I"m used to rustling for myself. Mr. Barter left when he got his money, I s"pose, and the cattle wasn"t much trouble. There"s only a small herd left, and I didn"t bother much with "em--just rode out now and then to see they wasn"t being run off. Which they wasn"t. But this morning I thought I"d ride to the far end of the range to see if there was any fences needed fixing, so"s I could tell the new owner.
"I was riding along when, all of a sudden, my horse began acting queer.
Then, "fore I knew it, he just sort of crumpled up and I just had time to jump or he"d have fallen with me under him. And as I went down I began to feel sort of queer myself. One of the last things I remember seeing in the distance was that old man riding along. Then I went down and out.
"That"s all I remember, but I must have had sense enough to start either to walk or crawl back here, and evidently I arrived, for you found me. That"s all I know."
"But what knocked you out?" excitedly cried Bud. "And what killed your horse?"
"You can search me!" was the frank answer. "I didn"t look the horse over after he died, to see what bit him. As for me, I don"t know what ailed me."
"Maybe the old man shot you and the horse," suggested Nort.
"I wouldn"t swear the horse hasn"t a bullet in him, for I didn"t examine him," stated Sam. "But I didn"t hear any gun, and I know I got no holes in me."
"Then it was bad water!" said Snake.
"What"s that?" Sam inquired, not comprehending.
"You and your horse must "a" drunk from some poisoned spring," went on Snake, explaining how this theory had been advanced among his companions to account for the mysterious deaths at Dot and Dash.
"Bad water; eh?" murmured Sam. "Well, I certainly did take a drink at a spring, and so did the horse. But it"s a spring I always have patronized, so to speak, and it"s mighty queer if it would be all right yesterday and poison to-day. Mighty queer!"
"The old man----" began Nort.
"He wasn"t nowhere near the spring," interrupted Sam. "I don"t believe you got the right dope."
"Well, there"s something queer around here, that"s sure," declared Bud Merkel, "and we"re here to find out what it is! We"ll be glad to have you stay and help us solve the mystery. We need some ranch hands and I"d be glad to take you on."