"The Kid wants to handle a pony again," Nort said, when the Kid had left. "He hated to lose that one of his."
"Mighty fond of it," declared Bud. "While you"re gone, d.i.c.k, I think I"ll take a look around and see what I can find."
"Wouldn"t go too far," Hawkins cautioned. "Here"s your bronc, d.i.c.k.
Let"s be on our way. See you fellers later. So long."
The two--d.i.c.k and the deputy--rode toward the town. Billee Dobb resumed the smoking of his pipe. The effect of the exciting plan they had just heard seemed to have departed with the deputy, for the minds of those at the ranch turned again to the business of sheep farming.
Billee spoke of "washes," and "dips," and of buying a few "hurdles."
These terms were Greek to the boys, being experienced as they were only in cattle and not sheep raising, but Billee explained to them some of the peculiarities of the "woolies." He in a varied career had seen most of the life of the range, and it was no surprise to the boys to find he had once herded sheep.
As the morning wore on, the ranchers busied themselves in the doing of many tasks about the place. The Kid made a thorough inspection of the roofs and sides of the several shacks, to check up on the repairing needed. Nort investigated the state of their living quarters--the bunk and cook house. Bud decided to ride a bit through the surrounding country, to observe the extent of their range, and to see to the fences.
Bud was not exactly "fence riding." This means following the fence until a break is seen, repairing it, and going on to the next break.
It is difficult and tiresome work, no task to occupy an idle morning with. As Bud rode along, his mind was busy with the thoughts of all that had happened in the short time the boys had been on the Shooting Star. The plan that the deputy had outlined for the capture of the smugglers called for work, and it had only a fair chance of success.
Nevertheless there seemed no other way to achieve results, and the advantages of the control of the Shooting Star had to be realized early in the game.
"I"d like to run across Delton," thought Bud, feeling unconsciously for his gun. His hand encountered no holster, and he suddenly realized that he had not bothered to arm himself before starting out.
"Just as well that I don"t see Delton," he said to himself a trifle ruefully. "Wouldn"t do me a lot of good to meet him when I haven"t a ghost of a show of bringing him in. Yet I might take a chance on him if I saw him first." The pony he was riding stepped carefully so as to avoid prairie dog holes, which would throw him and his rider if he stepped in one suddenly.
"Might be a good idea to turn around," thought Bud aloud. "Don"t want to leave the work of the ranch to Nort and the Kid and Billee, though there isn"t an awful lot to do yet. When those sheep come in we"ll have our hands full. Oh, well, guess I"ll ride a bit farther. See how much more work this fence needs."
He was riding slowly now, looking carefully about him. The country appeared vaguely familiar. Certain bushes looked as though he had seen them before--there was a small tree that he had certainly pa.s.sed some time before. The cowboy"s sight is so trained by years on the prairie that even the shape of a bush will be remembered subconsciously. There is so much land in the west that it is necessary to have some means to guide oneself about, else a rider could very easily get lost along a trail that should be familiar.
"Seems to me I"ve been here before," Bud said. "Let"s see now--that bush. Know I saw that sometime. That little hill there--why--I"ll bet that is--" he spurred his mount to a faster gait and made for a small knoll that rose in front of him. As he reached it he gave a yell.
"I know now! This is where we got in that fight with the hidden gunman! And over there ought to be--sure enough! The water hole! I didn"t think we were so near it. I must have come further than I thought. Well--might as well take a look around. Right here is where the bird that did all the shooting must have lain. Come here, bronc!"
The boy dismounted and slipped his horse"s bridle rein on his wrist.
Then he threw himself down on the sand in the position their antagonist might have taken when he fired at them.
"Here I am with a view of the water hole, and in a good place to shoot from without being shot. Now I want to get away quick. What do I do?
If I roll to the left, I expose myself to fire. If I roll to the right, I--" there was a little clump of mesquite by his right elbow.
Bud pulled himself toward this. "That would afford protection, but once I get in here how can I get out? Now--" The boy was rolling to the center.
With a "Hold it, bronc!" he released the reins and his hand slid off the clump. Suddenly a queer thing happened. Bud felt the ground below him give way, and the next moment he found himself in a hole just large enough to admit his body, and about four feet deep. Above him the bushes had closed again, effectively screening him from the view of anyone above ground. He had accidentally solved the mystery of the gunman"s strange disappearance.
For a few seconds Bud lay still, so sudden was the shock of the fall.
He was not really stunned, however, and as soon as he recovered from his surprise he struggled to his feet and parted the brush above him.
His horse was near by, moving slowly and cropping gra.s.s.
Then he saw how easily it would be to escape observation by falling into the small pit. The bush was certainly not large enough to conceal a man, and for this reason no one would imagine it could serve to screen a hole. It afforded a perfect hiding place. On either side was flat prairie, and no one would suspect the presence of a hidden person in that country.
"So that"s how it all happened!" Bud gave a low whistle. "No wonder we missed the fellow. Say, this is one bird of a hiding place! All a man has to do is to roll in it, like I did. Anyone who can tell this hole is here without being in it is a better detective than I am.
"But what a crazy spot for a hiding place! Surely whoever dug it didn"t know he"d use it to fire on us and then escape. Must have been some other reason for making it, and then it came in handy when whoever shot at us wanted to get away. He must have just lain quiet while we looked around, then, when we left, he just came out and walked away.
Clever, all right. Now who"d think of a stunt like that?"
He looked more closely at the hole. It was well walled up, and had evidently been dug some time ago. By parting the bushes and kneeling on a mound of earth at the bottom, a perfect sight of the surrounding territory could be obtained. A gun could be poked through the bush and all the ground, except a very small part directly in front of the hill, would be covered. The person who dug it evidently had in mind the advantages of firing from a hidden spot.
"Well, no use in staying in here any longer. Hope that fool bronc of mine is still there. Don"t want to lose her like the Kid did his.
Won"t the rest be surprised when I tell them about this! The Kid will want to come right out and see it, and try it out. And Billee Dobb will say "I thought there was sumpin" like this!" Gosh, this thing is pretty deep." Bud put both hands on the sides and pulled himself toward the top.
He threw one leg over the edge and was just about to spring out when that unconscious something which often warns us of the presence of another caused him to look up. What he saw almost caused him to fall back into the pit again.
Looking down at him was a man. In his hand he held a gun, the muzzle pointed at Bud"s head. And as the boy saw the man"s face he uttered a cry.
"Delton!"
"The same! I see you decided to visit us. Well, buddy, you"re in for a good long visit!" Delton"s lips curled in a sardonic smile.
CHAPTER XIV
TO-MORROW NIGHT
Back of Delton Bud saw another man--and after a moment he recognized him as the cowboy with the saw-off shot-gun who had warned them away from the Shooting Star.
"Up out of that!" Delton commanded. "Keep your hands high. Don"t try no funny work or you"ll be eatin" breakfast with St. Peter."
Discretion was easily the better part of valor, and, realizing this, Bud made no hostile motion. He climbed meekly out of the pit.
"What do you think of our little hide-an"-seek hole, Merkel? Or perhaps you had some experience with it before. Hey?"
"So you"re the one who shot at us!" Bud cried hotly. "Well, let me tell you that it was a coward"s trick. If you----"
"Say, buddy, I want to tell _you_ something. The less you talk the better it will be for you." Delton"s eyes held a dangerous glint. "I don"t know what you"re talking about. No--never mind! Don"t answer me. Sam--" this to the puncher who stood behind Delton--"if this bird says another word shut him up--quick!" Sam nodded and stepped a little forward.
"Turn around," Delton ordered shortly. As Bud turned he felt his arms grabbed and forced back until his wrists were held firmly together. A neckerchief was wound around his wrists and tied tightly. Then Delton "frisked" him, or searched him, for weapons. Finding none he forced Bud at the point of his gun to walk ahead some fifteen yards, where the ponies stood--Bud"s and the two others.
"Upstairs, Merkel." Delton motioned toward Bud"s pony. "You"re goin"
for a little ride with us. Step on it, now."
With some difficulty Bud succeeded in mounting his bronco. The little pony was trembling, as though it realized something of what was going on.
"Well, sonny, how does it feel to be talked to and not be able to talk back? Something like that Mexican cook of yours, hey?"
"The Mexican cook!" Bud turned swiftly in his saddle.
"So he"s one of your men too! I thought--" he began hotly.
"You thought nothin"!" the one called Sam interrupted in a rough voice.
"You heard what the boss said. If you want to enjoy good health a while longer, keep your mouth shut!"
There was nothing for it but to obey. It would do no good to persist in questioning his captors, and not only would he learn nothing, but the questions would only serve to antagonize them more.