As for shelter, each man, and by that term I also include the boy ranchers, had a pair of blankets and a tarpaulin to spread under him on the ground. The days were hot, but the nights were cool in spite of camp fires.
Of course each one "packed a gun," some of the cowboys two, and there was no lack of ammunition.
Old Billee felt badly at not being able to go. But his wound was giving him more pain than he liked to admit, and after vainly protesting that he simply must go, he agreed that perhaps it was best for him to remain behind.
In the "jitney," as Mr. Merkel dubbed his auto, several cowboys from Diamond X (including the veteran foreman Slim) reached Happy Valley in due season. They were fitted out with ponies, and after the situation had been talked over, and every precaution against failure taken, they were ready to start early on the morning following the big raid.
The outfit of the boy ranchers had been sadly depleted by the descent of the unscrupulous gang, and what cattle remained had been driven to the feeding grounds in the vicinity of the reservoir, where Buck Tooth, Old Billee and one man from Diamond X could watch over them.
"Are we all ready?" asked Bud, as he and his cousins, followed in example by the older cowboys vaulted to saddles.
"I reckon so," announced Slim, as he slewed around his holster with its newly-oiled .45.
"Let"s go!" said Bud, briefly, and away they started.
They made trail, first, to the scene of the raid. As Bud and the others had antic.i.p.ated, there were plenty of signs showing where the cattle had been driven off. A large herd was missing, and it must have taken a number of rustlers to have rounded them up and started them toward Double Z, or whatever place was to be used to change, or blur the brands, so the cattle could be sold to some innocent purchaser, perhaps. Though there were not wanting, in that country, not-so-innocent-purchasers of rustled cattle.
"They"ll have to keep near gra.s.s and water," said Slim, as he rode along with Bud and his cousins. "So we"ll do the same."
"Yes, they can"t make a dry drive very far," Bud agreed. "They followed this range, it seems."
On reaching the scene of the raid the trail led off to the left, along a tow mountain range or wild and rugged peaks, some, evidently, of volcanic origin. At the foot of this range was gra.s.s in plenty, and, occasionally, a water hole, made possible by the fact that End"s father had brought the waters of the Pocut River to the valley by means of the tunnel flume.
"The trail"s plain enough for a blind man to follow," said Yellin" Kid, who rode beside Snake.
"But it"s going to get harder in a little while," spoke Snake.
"We"re getting into wilder country, and rocks don"t take much of an impression. See, it"s peterin" out now."
He pointed to the surface of the ground over which they were then traveling. The gra.s.s and earth were more and more scanty, and in some places there were patches of shale and rock, on which even an iron-shod hoof would leave no mark.
"Yes, it"s a wild country," agreed Bud. "I"ve never been over as far as this, and I don"t believe our cattle ever get here. There isn"t enough feed," he added, as he looked around.
The cavalcade was now in a sort of narrow gorge, or gully, with rocky walls on either side, and only scant vegetation on the bottom, where some bunch gra.s.s grew. The water seemed to have disappeared.
"They can"t drive cattle on a trail like this very far," said Slim, looking about with critical eyes.
"And yet they did come in this gulch," said Bud, for the "signs"
were still plain.
"Oh, yes, they"ve been here," agreed Slim. "It sure is a queer trail they picked. I don"t see--"
He did not finish the sentence. Somewhere In that lonely and wild section of Happy Valley a single shot rang out, making the echoes vibrate loudly, and awakening a distant coyote, who sent up a mournful howl.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE BOILING SPRING
"What"s that?" asked Bud suddenly, his voice seeming almost as loud as that of Yellin" Kid"s. The horses had been reined to a halt as soon as the shot sounded, and there was stillness which made the boy rancher"s exclamation appear more vociferous than would otherwise have been the case. "What"s that?" asked Bud again.
"Some one fired," answered Nort.
"Brilliant!" chuckled d.i.c.k. "Bright answer!"
"Almost as bright as my question," conceded Bud, who was willing to admit when he had "pulled a bloomer," as some Englishmen might term it. "It was a shot, though," he added. "I wonder if we"ll hear any more?"
They all paused, in listening att.i.tudes; the boy ranchers, the cowboys a.s.sociated with them in the Happy Valley venture and the others sent with Slim to help run down the rustlers, on whose trail they now were.
But no further firing followed in the three or four minutes they waited there in that lonely gorge, the only sounds being those caused by the restless movements of the steeds.
"I wonder if some one shot at us, or if that was a signal!"
remarked Nort, as Bud gave the sign to advance.
"I didn"t hear any bullet singin" out this way," drawled Slim.
"Not that I"m hankerin" to," he quickly added.
"Then it might have been a signal," went on Nort.
"What makes you say that?" Bud questioned.
"Because it would seem that if the rustlers are ahead of us, trying their best to get far enough away, or to get to some secret hiding place, that they might leave some behind, on the trail, to give warning when we show up," went on Nort.
"Yes, that might be so," slowly admitted Bud. "In fact I think it was, probably, a signal, and it may have been given by the same one who gave signals before."
"What do you mean?" asked d.i.c.k.
"I mean Four Eyes, and the lantern flashes we saw from the watch tower that night we rode in," Bud answered. "I believe Four Eyes was and still is, in with the rustlers, and that he gave a signal to show that everything was ready for the raid."
"But the raid didn"t take place until some time after we saw those flashing lights," said d.i.c.k.
"It takes some time to get a cattle-rustling gang together,"
declared Bud. "I wish we could find Four Eyes."
His gaze roved the sides of the lonely gorge, and sought to pierce the maze of the trail ahead. But as it wound in and out, following the windings of the defile, he could not see far in that direction.
"If it was Four Eyes, he played his game mighty slick!" declared Yellin" Kid. "He fooled us all, includin" your paw, Bud!"
"Well, if we get on his trail, and can connect him with the rustlers, which it won"t be hard to do, I"m thinking, he won"t play any more tricks," declared the western lad vindictively and with righteous anger. "But if that was a warning shot, and that"s what it seems it must have been, we"d better take some precautions ourselves."
"Such as what-like?" asked Slim, willing to let Bud take the lead, as the search for the rustlers was distinctly an affair of the boy ranchers.
"We ought not to go ahead, all in a bunch," decided Bud. "We may run into a bunch of Greasers at some turn of the trail, and if we have scouts out we can handle the situation better."
"I was going to suggest it," said Slim, "but I thought you"d think of it yourself, Bud, being as you"re your paw"s son."
Bud was pleased at the implied compliment, and, a little later, as they advanced, they were divided into three small parties, with rear and vanguard, to insure against a surprise in back, which might easily happen.