"I mean you aren"t getting up some stunts for the rodeo--oh, I forgot--that"s off," the veteran puncher hastened to add. "But none of you youngsters did this, I hope."
"Dropped that warning?" questioned d.i.c.k. "I should say not! I didn"t do it!"
"Nor I!" voiced Nort. "I picked it up, and I can see, Billee, you might naturally be suspicious of me as one who knew just where to locate this piece of paper. But I had nothing to do with it."
"Nor I!" said Bud. ""Tisn"t my idea of the right kind of a joke to play."
"You never can tell what young fellows will do," murmured Old Billee.
"But I"m glad to hear you three say you had nothing to do with it.
Sort of relieves me."
""Tisn"t my kind of writing," went on d.i.c.k as though he thought, because he had given the first alarm and had been, in fact, the only one to view the midnight intruder, that more suspicion might attach to him as the joker than to any one else.
"I"m not much on writin" myself," declared Yellin" Kid, "and while I might say I"d be proud if I could sling a pen the way this feller did, I want it distinctly understood I didn"t have nothin" to do with it."
"You needn"t tell the folks in the next county about it," gently chided Billee. Then he took the paper from Snake Purdee, who was curiously examining it, and subjected it to a close scrutiny.
"Make anything of it, Billee?" asked Yellin" Kid endeavoring to put the soft pedal on his voice.
"The writin" ain"t that of anybody I know," said the veteran, "and I can"t, offhand, recall anybody whose initials are S.T. But Tim Mellick, who keeps the store over at Palmo, has paper bags of the same kind of stuff as this."
"I don"t believe that will be much of a clew," said d.i.c.k. "Most paper bags are alike, and store keepers get their supply of them from a wholesale house that supplies a hundred customers."
"No, I don"t reckon we can do much toward pickin" up the trail of this fellow from that sc.r.a.p," admitted Billee. "So the next best thing to do is to get breakfust."
"That"s right--let"s eat!" exclaimed Snake.
"But you aren"t going to throw that away; are you?" asked d.i.c.k as he saw Billee folding the ragged piece of brown paper containing the sinister warning.
"Throw it away? Oh, no! Of course I"m not. I"m going to keep it until I can find out what it means."
"What it means is plain enough," said Bud. "Somebody doesn"t want us to go on to Death Valley and Dot and Dash ranch."
"All the more reason why we should go on there and see what it means!"
cried Nort.
"That"s the talk!" echoed his brother and cousin.
"If they"re trying to scare us away, they"ll find we don"t scare worth a cent," added Bud.
"It goes to prove, though," remarked d.i.c.k, "that Billee"s story is likely to be borne out. I mean that there"s something queer going on at Death Valley."
"Queer is right!" a.s.sented Bud. "Though whether this is a warning in our interests, sent by one who doesn"t want to see any of us get put out of business with the poisoned water, or whether it"s a warning to keep away so we won"t discover some crooked business--that"s something we can"t answer."
"Not yet," said Billee Dobb significantly. "But we"ll soon be able to.
I"ve got my mind made up, now. I"m going to see this thing through to the finish!" and he smote his right fist into his open left hand with a sound like the report of a small gun.
"That"s the way to talk!" cried Yellin" Kid. "I wish I"d had a sight of the fellow who dropped that warning," he went on. "He would be sitting down here now talking Turkey and tellin" what it was all about.
Why didn"t you call me first, d.i.c.k?"
"I raised the alarm as soon as I could wake myself up," was the answer.
"But I guess we were all sleeping pretty sound."
While Snake was frying the bacon and making the coffee, some of the others cast about the camp in a circle, seeking some clew to the midnight visitor. But nothing could be found that shed any light on the mystery. It was evident that the man, whoever he was, had ridden to the camp, had picketed his horse out some distance and then had sneaked in among the prostrate, sleeping figures. Evidently his object was merely to leave the warning, and not to rob or commit some more serious crime. And his touching the foot of d.i.c.k was an accident.
Then, seeing he had caused an alarm, the man slipped away, dropping his note.
Puzzle their heads as they did, none of the six could recall any one, either among their friends or enemies, whose initials were S.T. and d.i.c.k"s suggestion, that the symbols of a name were only a.s.sumed, seemed to be generally accepted.
Breakfast was eaten, camp was broken and once more, after another casual casting about for possible clews to the intruder, the cavalcade was under way. But one more night separated them from the vicinity of Death Valley and the new ranch.
"And the sooner we can get there and begin checking up on some of the things we"ve heard the better I"ll like it," remarked Bud.
"I guess we all will," echoed Nort.
"I only hope we"ll find something tangible, and not a lot more mysteries," spoke d.i.c.k.
"It"ll probably turn out to be poisoned springs or bad water,"
suggested Yellin" Kid. "That"s the most reasonable explanation."
"Um!" was all Billee Dobb would reply to that.
They made rather good time that day, as the trail was now downward for they had pa.s.sed the range of low hills outside of the valley. And when night came, and they were once more camped out, they knew that the following day would see them at Dot and Dash ranch.
"What about standing guard to-night?" asked Bud of his cousins when camp was established and a good supper had been eaten.
""Twon"t do any harm to have sentry-go," agreed d.i.c.k.
"But the chances are a hundred to one against anything happening to disturb us," said Nort. "That fellow isn"t likely to come back."
"I agree with you," said Bud. "But, all the same, I think we"ll all sleep sounder if we stand watch and watch."
"It"ll be our turn," declared Snake. "We three old gazaboes will take turns. You kids had last night. This is ours."
It was no more than fair and the boy ranchers were glad enough to let the men act as sentries. So Billee, Snake and Yellin" Kid arranged it among themselves, leaving the night to uninterrupted slumber for the three boys.
"That is, we"ll sleep if nothing wakes us," said Bud.
And nothing did. Nor did any of the cowboys, who took turns staying awake during the night, report any untoward occurrences. But in spite of that fact when Bud went to the grub box to get out some bacon he found, stuck in a pack, a folded brown paper, like the one on which the other warning was written. And this message was of like import with the other. It said:
DON"T GO TO DOT AND DASH.
However there was no signature to this. But none was needed to make it certain that it was from the same hand.
"Well, what do you know about that!" cried Nort when he saw what Bud had found.
"How"d he get in camp to leave that warning without being seen or heard?" asked d.i.c.k.
"Guess it"s up to us," admitted Billee with a sheepish smile. "We old geezers must "a" been asleep at the switch. No tellin" which one it was," he went on, ""ceptin" I"ll swear n.o.body slipped past when I was on guard."