"But what if it rains like all get-out?" questioned Tubby, who did not altogether like the idea of getting his brand new khaki suit water-soaked the first thing.
"Oh! don"t bother about such a little thing as that," Merritt told him, with a snort of scorn. "What sort of scouts would we be if we couldn"t fix up some sort of shelter against rain? And even if we didn"t, none of us are made of salt, are we? Anyway, I don"t believe it rains much down there around Chihuahua, because a heap of the territory is only desert; and it wouldn"t be that if it had showers, you understand."
By degrees they settled upon what they should take along. Tubby was for loading himself down with such a raft of stuff,--all of which might come in very handy, but could never be carried without breaking the back of his horse,--that Rob finally made out a slip for him, and insisted that he should not pack up more than those essential things contained on the paper.
"I"m going to take my fountain pen along, anyhow," grumbled Tubby, as though determined to carry some article that was not on the list. "And I bet, Rob, you"ll be wanting to borrow it at every city where we stop for ten minutes, to address post cards to somebody in Hampton, like you did the time we went to Panama."
Of course that sly allusion caused a laugh on the part of Merritt and Andy, while Rob turned a bit red in the face.
"Oh! have your fun if you want to, fellows," the patrol leader said, as though he were proof against their prodding. "I acknowledge that I did send a few cards to Lucy Mainwaring that time; yes, and I calculate to do the same again. Just think up some nice girl, each of you, and invest a few dimes that way yourself. It"s lots of fun looking them over afterward, when she"s got them so neatly pasted in her post card alb.u.m."
"Well," Merritt proposed, "now that we know what"s what, hadn"t we better scatter and get busy? There"s an awful lot to be done between now and night, looking over our clothes, having this fixed, or that b.u.t.ton sewed on. Suppose we get together after supper and report progress. How would my house do?"
"I"ll be on deck, never fear," Tubby announced promptly.
"Look for me about half-past seven, Merritt," Andy told him.
"Sorry, fellows," Rob put in, with a shrug of his shoulders and a whimsical smile on his face; "I"ll have to plead a previous engagement."
"Oh! sure you do," jeered Andy; "and it"d be a shame to ask you to break it for such a little thing as this. But the rest of us"ll be around, Merritt. No need of worrying about Rob, anyhow, because we know he"ll have everything in ship-shape style long before our train leaves."
After that the meeting was dissolved, and three of the lads hurried away to start packing their duffel according to arrangements, getting it in as small a compa.s.s as possible.
They were frequently interrupted by other boy friends, calling to find out if this startling rumor had any truth back of it. The visitors asked unlimited questions, while they loudly bewailed their hard luck in not getting a chance to accompany the four fortunate ones.
Sim Jeffords and Hiram Nelson, indeed, went so far as to threaten jokingly to start a rival expedition, and clean out all the rebels and Regulars in the Mexican State of Chihuahua. While Fred Mainwaring, Lucy"s brother, who was at home at this time, boldly declared he had half a mind to buy a ticket through to El Paso and wait for the four scouts there, in hopes of thus forcing them to take him on.
In the town it became a subject of common talk, and all sorts of ideas were pa.s.sed around concerning this new and most extraordinary scheme of the scouts. Some people who were not in love with the organization, like old Hiram Applegate, the farmer who had caused the boys so much trouble in a previous story, openly scoffed at the idea of half-grown lads undertaking such a risky mission. He said their parents must be crazy to allow it; but when casual mention was made of his own wild son, Jared, who had gone rapidly to the bad, and had not been heard from since his misdeeds at Panama came near getting him into trouble with the United States Government, Hiram suddenly remembered he had an engagement elsewhere.
Even the old-time enemies of the Eagles, Max Ramsay, Hodge Berry, and a few of the members of the rival Hawk Patrol, investigated the exciting news, and tried to prove to their own satisfaction that the people of Hampton were prejudiced in favor of Rob Blake and his crowd, because all sorts of splendid things seemed to be continually coming their way. They were wilfully blind to the fact that the boys of the Eagle Patrol had surely deserved all the good fortune that had been showered upon them thus far. This was because they had set their standard high, and tried to conform to the rules that govern the scout movement.
That was a long night to four boys at least in Hampton. At noon on the following day a great crowd gathered at the station to see them leave for New York, where they expected to take the night train for the Far Southwest. Rob and his three chums felt their hearts beat a lively tattoo as they saw the faces of home folks and patrol comrades among those present.
As the train pulled out of the station amidst loud shouts and good wishes, and waving hats and handkerchiefs, the boys could distinguish one sound that thrilled them to the core, and made them remember the vows they had taken always to be true scouts.
This was the shrill "k-r-e-e-e" of the Eagles, given in concert by the other members of the patrol to which all of the travelers belonged; and the last thing they saw as they leaned from the windows was the swarm of campaign hats that went flying up into the air.
Then, as the scene was blotted out in the cloud of fine sand raised by the train, the four boys, thus boldly starting on a long and hazardous journey in quest of Uncle Mark"s last remnant of his fortune, sank back in their seats and just looked at each other, too overcome to say a single word. Behind lay home and all the dear ones; while beyond was the land of revolution and turmoil--Mexico!
CHAPTER XII.
ALONG THE RIO GRANDE.
"Here we are coming into El Paso at last!" called out Rob, as he started to get his various bundles together, so as to leave the train that had carried them over the last part of their long and tiresome journey across the whole of Texas.
"And I"m about as happy to hear that as if you"d told me I was made a first cla.s.s scout, and could hang the whole badge on my sleeve, where now I only sport the lower half, "Be Prepared!"" cried Tubby, also getting busy.
The boys had some time before been warned that they were nearing their objective point on the American side of the border stream known as the Rio Grande. Tubby loudly declared that he could not see anything so very grand about the river; that they had wider creeks up North than this seemed to be, away up here so far away from the Gulf.
When they alighted they stared around them, naturally, because strange sights at once began to meet their eyes, accustomed to other types of people. A great crowd stood around, in which were khaki-clad United States regulars off duty; cowboys; Mexicans with swarthy faces, both men and women; Indians with their curios for sale in the shape of finely-woven baskets and pottery of gaudy hues; and many other cla.s.ses of people besides.
Of course the four lads came in for return stares, and they could well understand that, for doubtless they were the very first Boy Scouts to drop in on El Paso. Many persons at once believed that they must be new recruits for the army. These observers remarked to one another that things had come to a pretty pa.s.s when Uncle Sam found it necessary to enlist half-grown boys in the service, now that it looked as though intervention in Mexico must come about sooner or later.
Rob, however, paid little attention to curious looks. He went about his business with the air of one who had all his plans well matured, and knew just what must be done first.
Asking a few questions, he was directed to a sort of hotel. When they had reached it, it did not strike Tubby as giving much promise of good "feeds"; and he did not hesitate to express that opinion when they were alone in the big room with its two beds that had been a.s.signed to them.
"We don"t expect to stay here more than the one night," Rob told him; "only to get rested up and be in shape to start across the bridge there after we"ve purchased horses and found a guide who can run off greaser talk. So I wouldn"t make any more row if I were you, Tubby."
"We"ll see that you get enough to eat if that is what worries you,"
Merritt went on to say consolingly; and at that the fat scout managed to smile a little.
"Well," he remarked with a sigh, "if the rest of you can stand for it, I guess I"ll just have to, that"s all. But, jiminy crickets, things look pretty shady after coming straight from a nice clean home!"
"You"ll have to put up with lots worse than that, Tubby; so cheer up,"
said Andy. "And now, what is the first thing on the program, Rob?"
"Clean up the best we can, and rest till after we"ve had our dinner,"
the other advised. "Then we"ll try to get an interview with the commander of the forces here, and see what he thinks we"d better do."
"Huh! like as not he"ll tell us we must not dream of venturing across to the other side, unless General Villa happens to be in Juarez right now, which I reckon would be too good luck," Tubby replied disconsolately.
"And I hope, Rob, that if he does talk that way he won"t influence you to call it all off. Think what silly guys we"d feel like, starting back home without even making a try to invade Mexico!"
"Don"t let that keep you on edge, Tubby," the patrol leader told him; "you ought to know me by this time, and that I never give up a thing I"ve set my mind on till the last horn blows. We"ve started on this business of your Uncle Mark"s; and we"ll see it through, or know the reason why!"
"Hurray! them"s my sentiments!" exclaimed Andy, and even Merritt waved his hand above his head, as though he fully agreed with the other comrades; so Tubby was able to appear at ease once more, as a great load had been removed from his heart.
When they had partaken of a wretched dinner that made Tubby look quite blue because there was hardly a thing that seemed to taste right, the four boys started out to look the border town over. They cast frequent glances across the guarded bridge connecting El Paso with the Mexican sh.o.r.e of the river, and finally asked of a pa.s.sing soldier the way to headquarters.
Already they had learned who was in command at El Paso at that time, and had even glimpsed the general at a distance. It happened that they found the commander at leisure, which was a wonder, for he had his hands full during these troublous times trying to keep the peace, when there were so many chances of Americans and Mexicans coming into armed conflict along the river for miles.
The officer looked them over as they were ushered into the room. Rob had been wise enough to send in a note telling who they were, and that they wished to consult him on a very important piece of business.
"So, you are the four Boy Scouts whose arrival created so much furor, are you?" the general asked, as he frankly held out his hand toward Rob, whom he immediately recognized as the leader. Perhaps this was due to Rob"s manner of carrying himself; or else to the fact that he wore his badge upon his left shoulder, showing that he was a scout master, and hence in command. Soldiers have quick eyes to catch these things that might slip past an ordinary citizen.
"We are Boy Scouts, General," Rob replied; "but we did not know that our coming to El Paso had made more than a ripple. My name is Rob Blake; this is Corporal Merritt Crawford; the one next him is Andy Bowles, our bugler; and this last member goes by the name of Tubby Hopkins!"
The officer in command at the border town shook hands warmly with each of the boys. He tried his best not to smile as he noted how well named Tubby seemed to be; for one could hardly look at him without being forcibly reminded of a b.u.t.ter firkin, or else of the most useful family utensil on wash days.
"Why, I understand that for a time, until they learned who you were,"
the general went on to remark, with a quizzical look, "there was considerable indignation going around that our great Government should send out boys to help patrol the Rio Grande, and to keep the fighting Mexicans on their own side of the river. But you say you wish to consult me about something; so, as my time may be limited, suppose you start in and give me the facts. I want to a.s.sure you in the start, though, that I"ve watched the growth of the scout movement from a small beginning; and that I"m heart and soul in favor of it as the finest thing that ever happened for uplifting the American youth. It"s going to make a great difference in the kind of _men_ we"ll be having ten and twenty years from now."
After hearing that, of course, Rob knew they would have the full sympathy of the general in the carrying out of their mission. However, he might fear that they were undertaking too great a task in risking the dangers of travel through so disturbed a country as Mexico at that time, since both Federals and rebels were feeling anything but friendly toward Americans.
So Rob started in to narrate the entire story, and he made such a fine thing of it that the interested listener only interrupted him a few times to ask further particulars concerning certain points.