"Well, almost anything might have happened," argued Nort. "But I wish we"d find him!"
The others heartily echoed the thought. They were nearing, now, the entrance to the defile, or Smugglers" Glen. The sun was just peeping up above the line of round hills which represented the horizon. A new day was being born, but to those from Dot and Dash ranch it was not a joyful day--or it would not be if the mystery over Bud remained unsolved.
"I wonder if, by any chance, he could be up in there," mused Nort.
"Where?" asked d.i.c.k, who was gazing off across the range, his eyes intently focused on a small, moving object that did not seem to be either a cow or a horse.
"Up there where we found old Tosh making the witches" broth," and Nort looked closely at his brother to see what was attracting his attention.
"I mean in Smugglers" Glen," went on Nort, for d.i.c.k had not turned.
"What you looking at?" suddenly demanded Nort.
"Why, I thought--I saw--" d.i.c.k was speaking in a preoccupied manner, his gaze still fixed on that small, dark object.
Then, so suddenly that it startled all of them, as they sat on their mounts, with back turned toward the defile, there came from the glen a noise. It was a noise of stones rattling one against the other.
Like a flash all turned from observing the object that had caught d.i.c.k"s eyes, and the reason for the stone-rattling noise was explained.
It was caused by some one walking unsteadily out of the defile, and the person who was walking was--Bud Merkel!
For a moment the searchers could scarcely believe that they really saw the missing youth. But as he came nearer it was only too evident.
"Bud!" cried Nort and d.i.c.k in a duet as they spurred their horses forward. "Bud!"
"By gosh! "Tis him!" roared Yellin" Kid.
"But he"s "bout done up!" commented Billee Dobb as he, with Kid, urged his pony forward. "What happened?"
It was obvious that something serious had taken place. Bud was hardly able to walk, and was supporting himself by leaning on a tree branch as a sort of cane or crutch. But his face brightened in the rising sun as he beheld his friends coming toward him.
"What happened?" called d.i.c.k, as he dismounted beside his cousin.
"It"s a strange story," said Bud in a weak voice. "I"ve been practically kidnaped and put under the spell of some sort of poison gas."
"Kidnaped!" cried Snake.
"Poison gas!" echoed Billee.
"Who did it?" demanded Nort.
"Rustlers, I reckon," said Bud as he sank down on a bowlder and drank greedily from the canteen d.i.c.k offered. "I was surprised by a crowd of men back there," and he nodded back up the gulch. "They shot some sort of vapor at me that knocked me out, and I"ve been a prisoner ever since. I just managed to get away."
"Tell us about it!" cried Nort.
"And we"ll go back there and clean those fellows out!" shouted Yellin"
Kid, reaching for his gun.
He would have put his threat into execution, too, but Bud restrained him with a gesture as he said:
"It"s no use!"
"Why not? Did you shoot "em up?" asked Snake, with the beginning of a delighted grin.
"No," Bud replied. "But they aren"t there now. They lit out. That"s how I could get away."
"Say, there"s more to this than you"re telling us!" said Nort.
"Go ahead. Spill the whole yarn--that is if you"re able," begged d.i.c.k.
"Oh, yes, I feel better now. Give me a little more water and I"ll tell you what happened to me."
CHAPTER XVII
THE AVENGERS
Bud Merkel took a long drink, shook his head several times as though to clear his brain of some benumbing influence and began his story.
"I guess you all know," he said, "how I started over here yesterday to size up our stock to get ready for the first shipment to go from Dot and Dash under the new ownership." His hearers nodded. By this time several other cowboys from the other searching parties had arrived to hear the good news of the finding of Bud.
"Well," went on the young rancher, "I got to the range all right, looked the herd over and found there were more steers ready to ship than we had counted on," and he looked toward his cousins. "Then I thought I"d spend the rest of the morning in exploring Smugglers" Glen.
I wanted to see if I could find out where the old Elixer man disappeared to that time he ran away from us," and again he looked at Nort and d.i.c.k. The story of the herb doctor was known to most of the cowboys.
"I rode on up into the gulch," continued Bud, "and when I got close to the cave I slid off my horse, for his feet made so much noise on the rocks that I thought if the old man was in the cavern he"d take warning and skip out before I could catch him at work. That"s what I wanted to do--see old Tosh at work brewing his stuff. And I wanted to find if there was another entrance or exit from the cavern. I didn"t know but what, in case of a big blizzard, we might not shelter some of our stock in the cave if we could open it up more."
"That wouldn"t be a bad idea," commented Nort.
"Well, anyhow," resumed Bud, "I got off my pony, tied him to a tree and went on up the glen afoot. I was almost at the cave when, all of a sudden, two or three men came out. They seemed quite surprised to see me, and I certainly was to see them. They weren"t any of our men, and they hadn"t any right on our range, any more than Old Tosh has, but I guess no one minds him.
"I thought, of course, that these fellows were rustlers--they were rough and tough enough looking to be almost anything. But before I could say or do anything, one of them set down what looked like a tank containing carbonic acid gas, like they use at drug store soda water fountains. I wondered whether these fellows were going into the game of putting pop in the Tosh Elixer, when, all at once I felt sort of queer. I tried to fight off the sensation, but I kept getting weaker until I just crumpled up in a heap.
"I thought of all sorts of things--the stories Billee had told about the sudden deaths here, how Sam Tarbell was overcome and his horse killed and then, just as if I was in a dream, I felt some of those men pick me up and carry me into the cave."
"The darned hijackers!" cried Yellin" Kid.
"Can"t we do something to "em?" demanded Snake angrily.
"Wait," cautioned Bud. "I haven"t finished. The men picked me up. I was so weak and knocked out by that peculiar smell, whatever it was, that I couldn"t do anything. It was, as I said, just like being in a dream. They laid me down on a pile of bags, or something. It was dark, but they had some lanterns. My eyes were half open so I could see a little. Then they tied me up and after that I don"t remember much. I have a hazy recollection, just as you"d have from trying to remember a half-forgotten dream, a recollection of seeing the men moving about the cave, digging out rocks, hammering and crushing them.
For a time I thought they might be going to wall up the entrance and bury me there alive.
"Then I must have gone to sleep, or lost consciousness, for everything faded away and the next thing I knew I woke up. It was dark and quiet around me and I began to move my arms and legs. I had been tied up pretty tight, but the knots seemed to be looser now and I managed to work some of them off so I could free myself.
"Then I got up, found a flashlight in my pocket--luckily the men hadn"t searched me--and I managed to make my way out of the cave. So here I am--that"s all there is to it."
"Well, that"s good and plenty!" cried Nort.
"Didn"t you stop to see if those men were still there, and what they were doing?" asked d.i.c.k.
"No, I didn"t feel able," Bud answered wearily. "All I wanted to do was get out, find my horse and ride back to the ranch. But where is Star?" the young rancher suddenly asked, looking around.