"You mean comin" back here an" not findin" anybody? Gee, I don"t know, Bud! Might be any one of several reasons why this "J. D." bird skipped out. "Course I didn"t actually see him, but something tells me he couldn"t stand a close look-in to his ways and means of business.
""Course I shouldn"t run down a guy that I never saw. But there"s been a lot of funny work goin" on in these parts, and if anyone wanted to be crooked, this is the best place in the world for it. You know this ranch property is right on the border line between Mexico and U. S."
"Say, Kid, look how dark it"s getting all of a sudden," Bud interrupted as he looked up into the sky and tested with his hand the direction of the slight breeze blowing. "Wind"s in the east. Rain, I guess.
Getting hotter, too. Why yes, Kid, I guess you"re right about this ranch being a good place to pull shady work. But I don"t believe we"ll have any trouble."
The Kid whirled around. The next moment he was on his way inside.
"Get the others together!" he yelled. "There"s a cyclone comin"!"
Bud scarcely heard him. He stood still, fascinated by the tremendous spectacle.
CHAPTER IX
DELTON RETURNS
Cyclones are somewhat rare visitors on the prairies, but when they do come they make up for lost time. Bud, though he had lived the greater part of his life on the range, had never seen one. Now he stood with his face to the east, drinking in the awesome sight.
The eastern sky was covered with a blanket of black, ominous-looking clouds, which quickly expanded and filled the whole heavens with their darkness. The breeze had died away and a deathlike stillness hung in the air. Nature seemed to be hesitating, gathering up her forces for a tremendous onslaught. Suddenly the black clouds in the east were tinted to a coppery color, which slowly turned to a dark green. And still Bud stood, oblivious to all else save the grandeur of the scene before him.
Within the ranch house the men were scurrying about, shutting windows, glancing out now and then to see the progress of the approaching storm.
Billee Dobb ran to where the Kid was struggling with one of the sashes.
"How about the horses!" he yelled. Though there wasn"t a sound without, by a curious phenomena the men talked in shouts, as though they were trying to make themselves heard above a roaring.
"Isn"t Nort out there?" the Kid answered, also loudly. "Better make certain, Billee! They"ll be killed sure if the funnel takes them sideways!"
"If the funnel hits us we won"t care whether we ever saw a bronc or not!" answered the veteran rancher. "We"ll all be usin" wings then, not ponies. I"ll take a look outside."
"Take d.i.c.k with you! I"m finished here. We"ve only got about six minutes before she hits. What a fine welcome this is! We no sooner get settled, after havin" a time doin" that, when we"re all set to get blown away."
The Kid was hurrying to the back of the house. He hesitated as he reached the kitchen, and looked in.
"By the ghost of my aunt Lizzie"s cat!" he cried as he saw through the doorway. "If that crazy Mex ain"t still fryin" bacon just as calm as if he was on Fifth Avenoo! Hey, you locoed Greaser, big wind comin"!"
He gesticulated vigorously. "Whosh-whosh! Whee! Zip-zip-bang! All over! Savvy?" He stopped his dramatic explanation of the oncoming cyclone to see if the Mexican understood. To his surprise the cook nodded several times and pointed toward the sky, turning his other arm windmill fashion. His lips gave forth a whistling sound. After this demonstration he motioned to his bacon, rubbed his stomach, shrugged his shoulders, and went on with his cooking. No words could have said plainer:
"Sure! I know. Cyclone coming. What of it? Can"t stop it now. Must eat. Might as well stay here and cook. Hey?"
"Well, if you"re not a cool customer!" the Kid cried, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and tilting back on his heels. "Cook! Go ahead an" cook! You might just as well say h.e.l.lo to St. Peter with a fryin"
pan in your hand as not. How does she look, Nort?" he asked as the boy rancher came in the door.
"Not so good! Where"s Bud?"
"Bud? I thought he was with you. Maybe he"s helping with the broncoes. I"ll take a squint here in back--" as the Kid stepped into the yard he saw Bud--standing silent, widened eyes staring at the sky.
The Kid started back in surprise.
"Another guy that"s gone locoed! First the cook, and then you! Hey, Nort, take a look at Bud. He"s in a trance or something! Wake up, time to get up!"
"Wonderful!" murmured Bud, without turning his head. "Isn"t that wonderful, Kid? See those colors! The most marvelous thing I ever saw. If I could only paint that! It would be a sensation!"
"Sensation ain"t all you"ll be if you don"t start movin" quick!" the Kid declared. "Nort, take Bud with you and see if everything is all O.
K. We"ve got about three minutes before the show starts. I think we"ll be able to tell if the funnel is goin" to hit us, and if it does, we"ve got to let things ride and head for the cellar."
He stopped suddenly. The five leaned forward, tense, still.
A low moaning filled the air. First like the drone of a huge b.u.mble-bee, it gradually increased in intensity. The ranchers strained their eyes toward the east, where the copper tint had merged to a sickly green. A light breeze sprang up, hot, suffocating.
"Here she comes, boys! Heads up! Get ready to make a dive for the cellar!"
All looked around to make sure that the door of the cyclone cellar--a dugout ten feet from the house--was within easy reach. They moved a bit closer.
Then it happened. From out of the greenish clouds tore a huge black funnel, tip down, capped with a wreath of lightning. With a roar it beat its way across the prairie. As it rushed along it took with it all movable things. Lined with brushes, trees and dust, it seemed to head straight for the ranch.
The five waited no longer. With a leap they reached the cyclone cellar. The Kid was the last in, and just before he disappeared below ground he looked again at the roaring funnel of wind. It was almost upon them. In another moment, unless a near-miracle occurred, there would be nothing left of the Shooting Star but a few timbers. The ranch lay directly in the path.
Cyclones are freaks of nature. Even as the Kid watched, hoping that the terrible funnel might be diverted, nature gave a demonstration of one of its most startling feats. The funnel lifted.
Within three hundred yards of the ranch the tip raised above the ground. As though a giant hand had pulled it up into the heavens, the whirling, twisting cyclone merged into the blackness overhead. A tremendous pressure beat against the Kid"s body. The air about was tingling with electricity. And there, directly above the Kid"s head, sailed the terrible funnel, Its tip held harmlessly aloft from contact with the ground, thundering and screaming in disappointed rage. For several seconds the "twister" remained suspended. Then two hundred yards past the ranch it dipped to earth again, and went smashing along on its mission of destruction and death.
The ranch was saved.
The Kid silently led the way out of the cellar. As the five stood once more above ground, they looked about at the surroundings. Off in the distance the cyclone could be seen whirling along, gradually growing smaller and smaller as it departed. As they watched the terror disappear, a prayer of thankfulness was in the heart of each. It was indeed a near-miracle that had saved the ranch from complete annihilation.
Bud was the first to speak. His utterance was not exactly fraught with elegancy, but it expressed the feelings of all.
"Whew!" he said with a long, drawn-out sigh.
"And then some!" cried d.i.c.k. "What a show that was!"
"Boy!" Billee Dobb breathed. "I"m sure glad we got missed! When I saw that ole baby comin", I says "raise yore sights, buster, raise yore sights! You got the wrong range!" An" blamed if she didn"t raise, too!"
A laugh started--the kind that relieves the soul after a tense and dangerous moment. Bud broke out in a loud guffaw. Then the Kid let loose--and for two minutes the air re-echoed with the shouts of glee of the five ranchers. Nothing really to laugh at; this laughter was not exactly in appreciation of Billee"s remark. It was more in the nature of a celebration.
"Whusch!" cried Bud weakly, when he could get his breath. "You crazy coot! So you"re the one that lifted the cyclone, hey? Well, you sure did a good job of it!"
The ranchers made their way over to where the horses had been tied.
"O. K.!" d.i.c.k yelled as he came up. "They"re all there. Not a hair on "em touched. Bet they thought it was the end of the world, though!"
"Sure!" a.s.sented Nort.
"Now, now, old hoss!" d.i.c.k said soothingly as he stroked the nose of his pony. "Scared, eh? Well, I don"t blame you a bit. Look at this one shake! Take it easy, boy--it"s all over. Easy, there! Feel better now? That"s the stuff--walk around a bit. Do you good.
Steady! Steady!"