"Let"s look at the absorber," said Roger, gloomily.
They plowed through a great billow of sand at the end of the engine house. Ernest groaned. Two of the four by fours at the end of the great trough had been undermined and had collapsed, carrying a great part of the trough with it. The exposed part of the trough was filled with an indiscriminate mixture of sand and asphaltum.
"My G.o.d! What a country!" cried Ernest.
"My G.o.d! What a pair of fools," returned Roger. "After all d.i.c.k"s warnings, why didn"t we build for sand storms! Lend me a hand here, Ern, with this four by four. My word! Where"s d.i.c.k going? Hey, d.i.c.k!
What"s your hurry?"
He might as well have hailed the setting sun. d.i.c.k driving his own team, Hackett"s. .h.i.tched to his wagon tail, whirled by at a gallop.
Roger and Ernest stood gaping, first at the receding puff of dust on the Archer"s Springs trail, then at each other.
"Something"s wrong at the ranch!" exclaimed Roger finally.
Ernest nodded and they both turned to stare toward the ranch house. As they stood scowling into the blinding desert light, a little gray burro rounded the corner of the cook tent, and a moment later Crazy Dutch appeared.
"We need a traffic policeman in this desert," said Ernest solemnly.
"There"s too much pa.s.sing at this corner."
"Get your gun, quick, Ern. It"s Von Minden," cried Roger.
Ernest obeyed hurriedly. But the visitor shot his arms even more hurriedly into the air.
"Don"t shoot!" he cried. "My gun"s strapped on Peter. I came to make apologies. Search Peter and me."
"I certainly will," said Roger, starting to suit action to word, as Ernest came running back with his shot gun. But he was interrupted. Mrs.
von Minden came slowly forth from her tent, the broom in her hand with which she had been sweeping the sand drifts from her bed and floor.
"Gott im Himmel!" roared Crazy Dutch.
"He cannot hear such as you." Madam"s tone was grim, as she advanced majestically.
She was a good foot taller than her husband, but he did not flinch, even at sight of the broom.
"What are you doing here?" he took a threatening step toward her.
"I was waiting for you, Otto."
"Well, I don"t want you. I finished with you a good many years ago.
There are just two things in my life now and they are my work and my emperor."
"Fudge!" exclaimed Mrs. von Minden, unexpectedly. "There"s just two things in your life, just as there"s always been, your work and your German cussedness. Otto, I want that strong box of yours. Give it to me and I"ll go back to Phoenix."
Crazy Dutch gave an ugly laugh. "I"m likely to do that! What do you want of it?"
"If you won"t let me take it, let me go through it. There is something in it I want."
"And what is that?" queried her husband.
"I don"t know," replied Madam, very simply.
"You don"t know?" roared Crazy Dutch.
"No, Otto, I don"t know. The Yogis told me to come up and they told me that when I went through the papers I would recognize some that I wanted."
Von Minden turned appealingly to Roger and Ernest. "Have you any idea what she"s talking about?"
Ernest shook his head.
"Wouldn"t you like to go into the engine house to talk this over?"
suggested Roger. "You"d have privacy there."
"Don"t leave me alone with him," exclaimed Mrs. von Minden. "He"s not safe."
"All right," said Roger. "I"ve searched him and now I"m going through his pack, and I shall confiscate any weapon I find."
"Don"t you dare to give her my strong box," shouted Crazy Dutch.
"I"ll put the box back where I find it," replied Roger. "Come on, Ern, begin."
It was a pitifully mean little pack, quite poverty stricken compared with Mrs. von Minden"s. A woolen quilt and a Navajo, a coffee pot, frying pan and a small sack of sugar, a canteen, a flannel shirt and a pair of ragged socks, a gun, a small strong box, with a geological hammer, a barometer and a compa.s.s, comprised Peter"s load.
Roger took the gun into the living tent and Ernest remade the pack.
During the search, Mrs. von Minden had not spoken, though she eyed the work with keenest interest.
"Now," said Roger, "I will tell you both frankly that I don"t care to have a family row carried on in this camp."
"I"m not trying to row, certainly," exclaimed von Minden. "It"s all this woman."
"The woman is your wife, isn"t she?" asked Ernest.
"In name only. I tell you I finished with women, years ago."
"But I haven"t finished with you yet," commented his wife.
"What can you do to me?" sneered Crazy Dutch.
"I can do what They tell me. And They tell me to hang on to you like grim death until They bid me stop. I shall follow you and that strong box to the end of the earth, Otto!"
"But why! But why! You"ve always been glad enough to be rid of me before."
Mrs. von Minden, her pink sunbonnet pushed back to her shoulders, her eyes gleaming, took a menacing step toward her husband, and her voice rose hysterically.
"I know you! I know you! With your sneaking ways and your secret letters. I know that you"re a dirty German spy. I know what that box holds. But what I want out of it is my marriage certificate and whatever else They tell me. I can"t read German and They can. I can"t throw fear into your black heart but They can. And if I told you the way They have interpreted some of your acts to me, you would crawl on your hands and knees to me."
Von Minden watched the woman with a stolid face. "Who are They?" he growled.
"They are the spirits of the dead. The great ones of the Universe are talking to me now, Otto von Minden! They directed me here. The hand of Fate is in it. Listen! You have not long to live, Otto. And all that you have lived for will be dust and ashes. All the work that you have done will be cast to the four winds of Heaven, while this man," pointing to Roger, "will found your empire for you. You have planted in intrigue and you will die in shame. Otto, let me go through the strong box."