CHAPTER IV
THE HIDDEN GUNMAN
"Who wants to know?" the Kid asked, staring hard at the mounted visitor, his hand firm on the b.u.t.t of his gun.
"Now, boys, take it easy--take it easy! I"ve got good reason"s for wantin" to know, which same I"ll explain if you give me a chance. If you don"t mind I think I"ll park here for the time bein"." And he dismounted and came closer.
By the light of the fire the ranchers saw a tall, rangy cowboy of about forty. Two deep-set eyes above a hooked nose gave him a hardened, desert look which his manner emphasized. He was, evidently, one to whom life had proved anything but a pink tea party. Yet, withal, he had something about him which seemed to inspire trust.
"Well, stranger, you"re welcome, but we haven"t much to offer," Bud said. "We weren"t expecting to camp to-night, and we"re somewhat shy on provisions. But I guess we can rustle up something for you."
"No need of that--no need of that at all," the stranger heartily a.s.sured them. "All I want is a little information. Guess I"d better introduce myself first. I"m Joe Hawkins, special deputy over at Roaring River."
The others exchanged glances in the dim light of the fire as the visitor continued:
"Here"s my badge. Don"t know whether you heard about the trouble we had, but if you didn"t, I"ll tell you. Roaring River is right on the Mexican border, you know, and there"s been a lot of c.h.i.n.k smugglin"
goin" on, with Roaring River as the key to the whole smugglin"
situation, so to speak. We don"t know who"s the boss of these smugglers, but we"d give a lot to find out. Two thousand dollars, to be exact.
"Well, anyway, two days ago we had a tip that a car-load of Chinese was about to be rushed over the border just outside of town limits. So we got all set. Sheriff Townley and me and three other deputies hid in the bushes where we thought the car was goin" to pa.s.s. But we lost out.
"The car came by all right--and we hopped into the roadway to stop them. They never stopped a-tall. Goin" like a crazy steer they flew by on two wheels, lettin" ride with every gun they had. Got poor Townley good. We buried him yesterday. So--now you know what it"s all about."
"And the car--did you see it again?" d.i.c.k; asked excitedly.
"No--but last night a c.h.i.n.k came to town and got oiled-up on pulque, and said a few things more than he meant to. When I jumped him he lit out for the open s.p.a.ces. This morning I thought I"d take a look around, and see if I could spot him. Sure enough I did, but the old yellow-skin got away before I could reach him. I don"t suppose you boys saw anything of him?"
"Well now, that"s mighty strange," drawled the Kid. "It so happens that I _did_ see your man--at least I"ll take odds that he was the one you"re after. This afternoon I was trapin" around for that water hole over yonder about three miles--you know the one," and the Kid told of his adventure with the "crazy c.h.i.n.k."
"That"s him, for all the money in the world!" the deputy exclaimed.
"Lookin" for a "chock gee" was he? I"ll chock gee him if I catch him."
"Say, what"s all this about a "chock gee"?" Nort wanted to know.
"Well, it"s a government immigration office paper every c.h.i.n.k in this country is supposed to have, showin" they"re here legitimately. Those that haven"t got "em try to get one from another c.h.i.n.k, and there"s unlawful trading goin" on all the time."
"Like a pa.s.sport, eh?" Billee Dobb suggested.
"Something like that. Where you men bound for--if you don"t mind me askin"?"
"To a ranch just outside of Roaring River," spoke up Bud. "My father, over at Diamond X, bought it, and we"re going to take charge."
"Your father Mr. Merkel?" Joe Hawkins asked suddenly, with new interest.
"Yes--do you know him?"
"Not exactly. But I know of him. When I heard that the Shootin" Star was changin" hands I wrote to Mack Caffery, the boy on the job over at Candelaria, askin" him to get in touch with the new owner. That"s how I got the name Merkel. Did your dad hear from him, do you know?"
"Yes, he did. So that"s what Dad meant when he said there might be trouble, eh? Well--we"re ready for whatever comes. What do you say, boys?"
"Right!" the others chorused.
"Say, mister, what was that there you said about two thousand dollars?"
Billee Dobb broke in.
"There"s two thousand dollars" reward, offered by the government, for the capture, dead or alive, of the head of the c.h.i.n.k smugglers," the deputy said impressively.
"Two thousand bucks! Say, boys, with that you could buy yourself a new herd of cattle, to make up somewhat for the bunch you lost!" cried Yellin" Kid.
"We sure could--and then some," Bud agreed. "But I guess there"s not much chance of us collecting the reward. We"ll be busy enough at the ranch without trying to round up any smugglers. Say, Mr.--what did you say your name was?"
"Hawkins--Joe Hawkins."
"Well, how about bunking with us to-night? We can all start out in the morning together, and perhaps we"ll come across your Chinese friend.
It"s pretty late now, and you can"t make Roaring River "til long after daylight."
"Well, now, men, that"s right kind of you to suggest that--but I don"t want to b.u.t.t in. I can just----"
"You"re not b.u.t.ting in at all!" insisted Bud. "We"ll be glad to have you. Got a blanket?"
"Oh, I got a blanket, thanks. Thought I might need it on this c.h.i.n.k hunt of mine. Well, since you boys don"t mind, I"ll put up my pony and flop down here by the fire. Feels good at a time like this.
Good-night, all!"
The remainder of the night was uneventful. The six slept soundly, tired out as they were, and with the morning they all awoke refreshed and eager to be on the way. After a meager breakfast they set out for the water hole the Kid knew of, as they wanted to let their steeds drink before starting for the Shooting Star, which was the name of their new ranch. Joe Hawkins went with them.
"What time do you calculate we"ll hit the ranch, Kid?" Bud asked.
"Be there in about three hours, Bud. It isn"t so far from the water hole. Why? You anxious to begin sheep herdin"?"
"Not exactly," Bud laughed. "But I do want to see what the place looks like. Hope we don"t have to do much repairing."
"No, the Shooting Star is in pretty fair shape," Joe Hawkins said.
"Your father got a good buy--if you can get hold of it all right."
"What do you mean, get hold of it all right?" asked Bud curiously.
"Well, the feller that"s got it now isn"t exactly a pleasant customer.
There"s something queer about him--we"ve been watchin" the Shooting Star for over a month now. I couldn"t say for sure that there"s anything wrong--but it looks suspicious. That"s the reason I wanted to have the government official find out who the new owner was going to be. I"m right glad I met up with you boys. You may be able to help me out some time."
"And collect that reward," Billee Dobb put in. His mind seemed set on the two thousand dollars the deputy had spoken of.
"You might," admitted Hawkins. "It"s waiting for the person who brings in the head of the smuggling system."
"Well, we"ll do our best," the Kid said, with a side glance at Bud.
"Say, Kid, we"re not down here to capture smugglers!" cried Bud.