"Well, let"s get on," called Bud, when appet.i.tes had been satisfied--that is all but those of the horses. There was no gra.s.s for them, though they did manage to drink some of the water from the boiling spring where it had collected in little pools, and had cooled. But this would never have sufficed for hundreds of cattle.
Once more they were on the way, and shortly afterward they left the grim and rocky defile for a more fertile region, where there was gra.s.s for the animals. But they were still down between a range of high hills which towered on either side.
The trail twisted and turned, this way and that, winding back and forth. But ever there was to be seen, here and there, signs that the herd of cattle had been driven this way. Faint the signs were, at times, and at last they disappeared altogether.
"Where have they gone?" asked Nort.
"Looks like they dropped down a hole, but there isn"t any hole here," said Yellin" Kid.
"Oh, we"ll pick the trail up later on," suggested Bud.
But even as they started off once more Bud, who had just consulted a compa.s.s he carried, uttered a cry of amazement.
"What"s the matter?" asked Slim.
"We"re going the wrong way," declared Bud. "We"re heading north instead of south. We"re all turned around! Something"s wrong!"
CHAPTER XX
A SURPRISE
Some of those in the rear, who had heard Bud"s exclamation, but who had not clearly heard what he said, came crowding up. Among them was Snake Purdee, and his eyes sparkled with hidden emotion as he inquired:
"Did you see any rattlers? This is just the place for "em!"
"Yes, we came acrost a nest of baby ones what had lost their mother, an" they"re countin" on you t" bring "em up on th"
bottle!" laughed Slim. The men, more or less, poked fun at Snake because of his great fear of reptiles, and Slim could not forego this chance.
But Snake understood the game, and realized that he had nothing to fear. He shot a look at Slim, however, which indicated that there would be an attempt, later, to get even.
"What"s wrong?" asked Slim, for in his endeavor to play a joke on Snake he had not paid much attention to what Bud was saying.
"We"re all turned around," spoke the western lad. "All in a maze.
We started out, heading south, and we"ve kept, generally, to that direction ever since. But now we"re heading back north. Looks like we"d lost the trail."
Slim and some of the more experienced cowboys studied the trail for several minutes. Surely it did seem to "peter out," as Yellin" Kid expressed it, though it had been fairly plain up to this point.
"They couldn"t get up on either side," declared Nort, looking at the steep, rocky walls which hemmed the trailers in right and left.
"And they haven"t gone on ahead, for there isn"t a sign," added d.i.c.k, who had ridden up the defile for some little distance, returning to make his report. "Nothing short of an air ship could have lifted up a bunch of cattle from this gorge and set "em down farther on."
"Unless they went through a hole in one of the side walls,"
suggested Slim, "like that underground river you fellows discovered in the tunnel."
"There are no side pa.s.sages here," declared Bud. And he seemed to hold the correct view of it, the others agreeing, after a careful inspection of the rocky and shale-covered walls on either hand.
"It looks just as if they came up to this point and--vanished!"
"Pretty slick work--I"ll give Del Pinzo credit for that," said Slim, as if it were already established that the wily Greaser halfbreed had made the descent on Happy Valley. "How he and his bunch could haze cattle this far into a rocky pa.s.s, an" then make "em disappear, gets me!"
"It sh.o.r.e do!" shouted Yellin" Kid.
"But that doesn"t change the fact that we"re all switched around," declared Bud. "We"re going north instead of south!"
"Not so hard to account for that," said Snake. "This vale just naturally twists and turns like a windin" river. I wouldn"t wonder but what we"d been going north other times, only you never noticed your compa.s.s, Bud."
"Well, maybe so," admitted the boy rancher, rather dubiously.
"But it looks as if we were back-trailing, instead of keeping on after those rascals."
"We"re keeping on all right!" a.s.serted Slim. "By some hook or crook they"ve fooled us, but we haven"t pa.s.sed "em, that"s certain, and they must be somewhere up ahead. It would take Rocky Mountain goats to scramble up there," he added, motioning toward the steep walls of the gorge. "Some trick ponies might do it, but no cattle ever could, unless they"re like some of them Swiss cheese brand I seen in pictures!"
"Then do you think we should keep on?" asked d.i.c.k.
"I sh.o.r.e do!" declared the foreman.
"Forward march!" cried Bud, with a little laugh. "We want to get our cattle back, and catch the rustlers who took "em!"
And so, though all signs of the trail seemed to have vanished, they kept on. Night saw them in even a wilder region, though there was a spring of water--not boiling this time--and some gra.s.s for the animals. So it was decided to camp there and take up the search in the morning.
They were in the enemy"s country in every sense of the word, and could afford to take no chances. So after a fire had been built, and coffee made, bacon and flapjacks being the other items on the bill of fare, the men and boys were told off into watches.
Bud and Slim, Nort and Snake, and d.i.c.k and Yellin" Kid were a.s.signed to divide the night among them working as partners in the order named. The others were to be allowed to roll up and get what sleep they could, Bud and Slim taking the first watch.
That pa.s.sed off uneventfully, as did the vigil of Nort and Snake, nothing more important occurring than the distant howls of the coyotes.
When it was the turn of d.i.c.k and Yellin" Kid they rolled out, albeit sleepy and tired, to stand guard until morning, when the trail would again be taken up.
"Zimmy! But it"s chilly!" said Kid in a low voice, as lie tossed some wood on the fire and wrapped his blanket more closely about him.
"Yes, it always is just before sunrise," added d.i.c.k. "I wonder what we"ll find after daylight?"
"I hope we find that ornery bunch!" murmured Yellin" Kid, keeping down his voice so as not to awaken the sleepers.
"So do I," said d.i.c.k.
Then they sat about the fire, occasionally strolling around the improvised camp, to make sure that none of their enemies were creeping up on them in the darkness.
The stars shone clear and bright in the sky above, and occasionally a little wind swept up the dismal defile. Now and then a loose stone rattled down the sides of shale and volcanic rock, and at such times d.i.c.k, and even Yellin" Kid started, and felt for their guns. But all the alarms were false ones.
That is, the watchers decided they were, for no sight was had of anyone until d.i.c.k, after a stroll about the fire, suddenly started back and whispered to Yellin" Kid:
"Isn"t that a head looking up over that rock?"
The Kid glanced to where d.i.c.k directed his gaze, and, in an instant, the cowboy had his weapon out and leveled. His finger was even pressing the trigger when he laughed silently and thrust the .45 back in its leather case. "Why didn"t you shoot?" asked d.i.c.k.