"He"s cold, I guess."
"You tell him to stay where he is, or he"ll be colder yet," Hawkins said in a grim voice. "We can"t afford to take any chances now. Bring that Mex over here. I want to talk to him."
"What"s that?" d.i.c.k suddenly asked.
They all listened tensely. In the distance they could hear a low rumble.
"Thunder," Nort said. "First night storm we"ve had in a long while."
"Where"s that Mexican?" inquired Hawkins again. "Bring him here, Kid."
Yellin" Kid led the cook to where Hawkins was intently watching the road. The agent turned to the Mexican and stared hard at him.
"You know Jose Salvo?" he asked suddenly.
The Mexican nodded vigorously. Then he pointed to himself and held up two fingers.
"His brother? Well, what do you know about that!" plainly the secret service agent was surprised. "No wonder you look like him! Bud, you remember that Mexican we saw in the restaurant the first day you hit town? The one I told you to watch out for? Well, this bird is his brother!"
"I thought it was the same one, when we first saw him! His brother, eh? And what"s he doin" at this ranch?"
The Mexican apparently heard the question, and endeavored to answer it.
In the gloom they could see his arms and hands motioning forcibly, but none of them were able to understand the message.
"Better wait," suggested Billee Dobb. "The poor critter is almost scared out of his wits. He may have a bad brother, but I think he"s O.
K. himself. I"ll watch him for you. Over here, Mex!" he ordered sharply.
The cook walked slowly over to Billee, and squatted down beside him.
He looked up at the old rancher as a calf might look for protection to a cow.
"I"ll depend on you to see that he doesn"t pull any funny work,"
Hawkins said to Billee. "When the show starts we"ll have our hands full, and we don"t want any slip-ups."
Yet they could not afford to give up now. If things worked out as the agent had hoped, they might succeed in arresting Delton and his gang.
"And that reward will come in right handy," Billee Dobb said.
"Will we really get a reward if we capture these smugglers?" Nort asked Hawkins.
"You certainly will! And the government will be glad to pay it, too."
"I don"t care so much about the reward as I do about getting Delton,"
declared Bud, as he remembered how he was mistreated at the hands of the smuggler.
"An" I"d like to get my bronc back," Yellin" Kid a.s.serted, as he moved his arms briskly about to warm himself.
The night wore on, minutes seeming like hours. Billee Dobb stood motionless, leaning against the side of the ranch house, and at his feet sat the Mexican, seemingly oblivious of the cold. Hawkins moved slowly about, glancing every now and then down the road. The others stood about, talking in low tones. The storm seemed to have been blown aside, as the rumble of thunder no longer reached the ears of the waiting men. Still the moon was covered with clouds, making the night almost pitch-black. A soft glow from the low-turned lamp within the ranch house was the only illumination.
"Say, I"m goin" to take a walk around to the corral," exclaimed the Kid suddenly. "This waitin" is gettin" me woozy. Just want to see if the ponies are all right."
"Watch your step," Bud cautioned. "It"s pretty dark. And don"t make too much noise."
"I ain"t goin" on any picnic," Yellin" Kid answered. "Be back soon."
He left the protection of the house and in a moment was lost sight of in the darkness. It wasn"t far to the corral, and as he approached the horses stirred uneasily.
"All right there, ponies," the Kid called softly. At the sound of a familiar voice the restless moving stopped, and the animals suffered the Kid to walk in among them.
"Lonesome, hey?" he said in a low tone. "So am I. Don"t like this hangin" around nohow! Wish we"d have some action." He stroked the nose of one of the steeds. The horse whinnied softly in response.
"Wish I had my own cayuse here," the Kid mused. "Hated to lose her.
Best bronc I ever had. Golly, it"s dark!"
As though to dispute him the moon suddenly slid from behind the clouds.
The Kid looked about him--at the ranch house, standing gaunt and silent, and at the little group of men waiting motionless--and at the moonlit road, stretching far out over the prairie. There"d be no smugglers to-night. Why, you could see for miles down that road, now.
Not a thing in--what was that? The Kid stared harder. There, about a mile away, lurching from side to side? It must be--a car! Coming fast, too!
For a moment the Kid stood quietly. Then with a leap he made for the ranch house. As he reached the men the moon disappeared again, and the scene was blotted out.
"Hey!" he called in a repressed yell. "They"re comin"!"
"What!" The group turned like a flash, as one man. "Who"s coming?
Where?"
"Down the road! An automobile!"
Excitement spread like a wave.
"Easy!" Hawkins cautioned. "Not so much noise! What did you see, Kid?"
"Saw an auto comin" down the road like a locoed steer! Just when the moon came out then, I happened to be lookin" that way, and I saw----"
"Listen!" Bud held up his hand, forgetting that they couldn"t see him in the darkness that had now settled down again. "Don"t you hear something?"
Through the air came the sounds of a car--the throttle wide open.
"Can"t see it, but I can hear it!" Hawkins exclaimed. "Must be driving without lights. They sure are coming! All set, you men?"
"One of us better get the ponies ready, in case we miss them!" the Kid declared. "Billee, will you do that?"
"Suppose so," the rancher grumbled. "I allers seem t" miss the fightin"!"
"You"ll get plenty of that," a.s.serted Hawkins. "But let"s not waste time talking. They"ll be here in two minutes. Listen, you fellows, and listen good! Billee, you get the horses ready for a quick start.
Nort, you and the Kid get around to the other side of the house, fast.
d.i.c.k, Bud and I will stay here.
"Now here"s what"s going to happen--the car will pull up right here, and the c.h.i.n.ks will be unloaded. We take them--don"t forget, we"re Delton"s men. As soon as they hand the c.h.i.n.ks over to us we cover the men in the car, and get them. Then when Delton comes we get him, too--if we can. He should be here now--must have been a slip-up in the time. All the better for us. Quick--do you understand?"
The roar of the approaching car could be heard plainly now. There was not much time left.