A little later the powerful heart stimulant, mixed with a little water, was being administered to the stranger, and when the fumes of it had done their work the fluttering of his eyelids became stronger.
"He"s comin" "round," observed Billee who, with his two older companions, had drawn nearer to observe what the boys were doing.
"Looks like you didn"t call the turn on him after all," said Yellin"
Kid, for once in his life at least lowering his voice.
"I hope I didn"t," said Billee. "I"d like him to pull through. Maybe he can tell us what"s wrong with Dot and Dash."
"Don"t look like there was anything wrong," commented Snake, letting his eyes rove away from the prostrate stranger to the wide reaches of the ranch and the valley in which it was so snugly located. "This seems to be a right proper place to raise cattle. I only wish it was mine. I"m tired of being just a puncher. I"d like to own this place.
I think it"s all bunk what you been tellin" us, Billee."
"You wait," was all Billee would reply. "You can"t tell by squintin"
at a toad how much wool there is on him, and you can"t give a ranch a good name just by lookin" it over. You wait!"
By this time the ammonia had completed its work and restored to consciousness the prostrate stranger. He was able to sit up now, without being supported by Bud and his cousins. And as he supported himself on one hand, while with the other he reached for his fallen gun, he murmured:
"Who are you and what happened?"
"Stranger," p.r.o.nounced Billee, who, by common consent seemed to be the spokesman, "we can answer the first part of your question but not the last. All we know is we arrived here to find you--er--stretched out like you was takin" a sleep." Billee had a certain delicacy about mentioning death, now that the man was so evidently alive.
"As for us, we"re from Mr. Merkel"s ranch--Diamond X--and we"re sent here to take charge of Dot and Dash. You may have heard of us and you may not."
"Oh, yes, I"ve heard of you," was the somewhat unexpected answer. "In fact I was waiting for you to come to take charge."
"Then you aren"t a stranger here?" asked Bud.
"Well, I been here a few days, that"s all. I was Mr. Barter"s foreman up to the time he quit, and sold out, so he told me. He asked me to stay here and turn the place over to the new owner. Merkel--yes, that"s the name. I was away when the deal went through."
"I have the papers here," said Bud, reaching for the doc.u.ments in his pocket.
""Tain"t necessary. I"ll take your word for it, my boy. And now that you"re in charge I"m going to vamoose. I"ve had full and plenty."
He struggled to his feet, plainly showing how weak he was, swayed unsteadily for a moment and then staggered to a bench on the shady side of the bunk house not far from the corral.
"If I could have another nip of whatever that was you gave me--" he murmured.
Bud gave him the remainder of the ammonia and it brought a tinge of color to the tanned and leathery cheeks of the puncher.
"I guess I can light out now," he went on. "Have you seen my pony--oh, I forgot--he"s dead. Well----"
He looked at the untenanted corral and then to the bunch of tethered animals the outfit from Diamond X had brought with them.
"Look here!" exclaimed Bud. "Do you mind telling us what happened? We have heard strange stories about this ranch and don"t know whether or not to believe them. We found you stretched out and----"
"Sort of took me for dead; didn"t you?" asked the man.
Now that he had given the opening Billee had no hesitation in replying:
"We sure thought you had cashed in."
"Well, I nearly did," said the man. "I believe I would have been dead in a short time if you hadn"t come along. My horse is dead, I"m sure of that. And how I managed to drag myself here after he collapsed under me is more than I know. But I did, hoping I might get some help.
Then I pa.s.sed out. That"s all I know until I found myself sitting up and drinking camphor water."
""Tisn"t camphor," said Bud. "It"s aromatic ammonia."
"Oh," murmured the man. "Well, sort of tasted like the old camphor bottle my mother used when she got faint. However, I"m much obliged.
And, now that you"re in possession I"ll be traveling on. Only--my horse----"
He was as lost without a steed as a sailor would be without a ship, and he was plainly at a loss how to proceed.
"Look here!" broke in Bud, who, as the representative of his father could speak with some authority, "we can"t let you go this way. In the first place you"re not fit to travel on, and, in the second place we want to hear your story. After that maybe we can fix you up with a pony if you want to leave."
"I"ll tell you my story all right," said the man, readily enough. "And thanks for the loan of a horse. As for staying here--after what happened--I guess I don"t feel much like it."
"What happened?" asked d.i.c.k, eagerly.
"Lots of things, but the main one was that I nearly pa.s.sed out on account of some deviltry. But I"d better begin at the beginning."
""Twould seem the most sensible way," said Old Billee. "In the first place what"s your name?"
"Sam Tarbell," was the answer.
In an instant Bud, d.i.c.k and Nort exchanged glances. Like a flash came to them the memory of the warning paper, signed with the initials S.T.
They would fit this man"s name--Sam Tarbell.
But if Billee, Snake and Yellin" Kid thought of this coincidence they did not remark upon it.
"Sam Tarbell; eh?" murmured Billee. "I used to know a feller of that name once. Only he was Bill Tarbell. I don"t reckon he could "a" been your brother; could he?"
Sam Tarbell shook his head.
"I never had a brother," he answered. "Well, as I was saying, I been acting as foreman for Mr. Barter a few days back, and when he sold out I agreed to stay and deliver the ranch to the new owners."
"What became of Tim Dolan, who was foreman, and all the other punchers?" asked Snake. "Takes more"n a foreman, which you say you are now, to run a shebang like this. What happened to them?"
"Well," said Sam slowly, "some died and the rest, including Dolan, lit out and that left me. Dolan was foreman, like you said, but he vamoosed in a hurry and I almost cashed in when----"
He suddenly interrupted his story to gaze off across the level plain.
The others, following his glance, saw riding along an old man on a somewhat ancient steed. He was an old man with a white beard and flowing, white locks, and as he glimpsed him Sam exclaimed:
"There"s the old man now!"
CHAPTER VIII
THE ROUND-UP