CHAPTER V
STRATEGY AND A SURPRISE
"Gub pi-i-i-le!" yelled the cook at the top of his voice.
The weary herders with Sims and Larkin answered the cry as one man, for they were spent with the exertions of the night, and heavy-eyed from want of sleep. The meal of mutton, camp-bread, beans, and Spanish onions was dispatched with the speed that usually accompanied such ceremonies, and Sims told off the herders to watch the flock while the others slept.
A general commanding soldiers would have pressed forward, thus increasing the advantage gained in the enemy"s country, but when sheep compose the marching column, human desires are the last thing consulted. After their long thirst and forced drive it was necessary that the animals recover their strength for a day amid abundant feed and water.
Immediately after breakfast Larkin called a small, close-knit herder to him.
"Can you ride a horse?" he asked.
"_Si, senor_," replied the man, who came originally from the southern range.
"Then saddle that piebald mare and take provisions for four days. Travel day and night until you reach the Larkin ranch in Montana, and give this letter to the man who is in charge there."
Bud drew a penciled note from the pocket of his shirt and handed it to the other. Then he produced a rough map of the country he had drawn and added it to the letter, explaining a number of times the distances from point to point, and tracing the route with his pencil. At last the herder understood.
"Tell them to hurry," was Larkin"s parting injunction, as the other turned away to saddle the mare.
"_Si, senor_. Hurry like blazes, eh?" said Miguel, comprehending, with a flash of white teeth.
"Exactly."
Hardly had the man galloped away north, following the bank of the river for the better concealment past the Bar T range, when Sims languidly approached.
"I reckon we"re in for trouble, boss," he remarked, yawning sleepily, "an"
I"m plumb dyin" for rest, but I s"pose I better look over the country ahead if we"re goin" to get these muttons out o" here."
"I was just going to suggest it," said Larkin. "I am going to stay by the camp and meet some friends of mine that I expect very shortly. Come back _p.r.o.nto_, Hardy, for there"s no telling what we may have to do before night."
Larkin"s predictions of a visit were soon enough fulfilled. It was barely ten o"clock when several hors.e.m.e.n were seen riding toward the banks of the Big Horn. Bud mounted Pinte and advanced to meet them.
First came Beef Bissell, closely attended by Stelton, and after them, four or five of the Bar T punchers. The actual encounter took place half a mile from the camp. Looking back, Larkin could see his sheep feeding in plain sight amid the green of the river bottoms.
"Howdy," snapped Bissell, by way of greeting. And then, without waiting for a reply: "What does this mean?" He indicated the placid sheep.
"My flock was dying of thirst, and I brought them up last night," said Bud. "They crossed the river early this morning."
"Why didn"t you keep them on the other side? I warned you about this."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I warned you first, Mr. Bissell. My sheep have got to go North and the range West of the Big Horn is the only practicable way to drive them."]
"I warned you first, Mr. Bissell. My sheep have got to go north, and the range west of the Big Horn is the only practicable way to drive them. They would never come through if I started them through the mountains. You ought to know that."
"Never mind what I ought to know," cried Bissell angrily, his red face flaming with fury. "There"s one thing I do know, and that is, that those range-killers don"t go a step farther north on my side of the river."
"If you can show me clear t.i.tle to ownership of this part of the range I will risk them in the mountains; otherwise not," replied Bud, imperturbably. "This range is free, and as much mine as yours. There"s no use going into this question again."
"That"s the first true thing you"ve said," snarled the cowman. "Now, you listen here. I don"t go hunting trouble nowhere, but there ain"t a man between the Rio Grande and the Columbia that can say I don"t meet it half-way when I see it headed in my direction. Now, I"ve given you fair warnin" before. I"ll give it to you again, but this is the last time.
Either you have them sheep t"other side of the river by this time to-morrow, or you take the consequences."
"Is that your final word on the matter?"
"Yes. An" I"ve got witnesses to prove that you were given a chance to clear out."
"Then you give me only twenty-four hours?"
"Yes."
Bud"s face took on a look of discouragement and failure, and he sat for a time as though seeking a loophole of escape from his ultimatum. At last he lifted his head and looked at the cowman with a listless eye.
"All right," he said, hopelessly; "I"ll be gone by that time."
And, without further words, he wheeled his horse slowly and rode back to the camp. As he rode he maintained his dejected att.i.tude, but his mind was actively laying plans for the overthrow of Bissell. Under the mask of seeming defeat he sought to find means for an unexpected victory.
Though his whole being rose in revolt against the arbitrary claims of the cattle king, he had become so hardened to this injustice everywhere that he no longer wasted his time or strength in vain railings against it.
Instinctively he felt that this was to be a struggle of strength against cunning, for the very thought of physical resistance to thirty fighting cowboys by half a dozen herders was ridiculous.
Many similar skirmishes, both on his home ranch and on the trail, had sharpened Larkin"s wits for emergencies, and it was with really no spirit of humble complaisance that he faced the future. Much, however, depended on the result of Sim"s explorations.
By the time Larkin arrived at the camp the visiting cowmen had disappeared. But this did not mean for a moment that they had all returned to the Bar T ranch house. Merely to top the first hill would have been to see a horse with hanging bridle, and a cow-puncher near by camped on the trail that led to the north.
As fortune would have it, Sims slunk into camp just at the dinner hour.
"What"d they say to yuh?" he asked abruptly. "I seen the confab from over on that hogback yonder."
The herder"s respect for his employer sometimes diminished to the vanishing point.
"Got to clear out in twenty-four hours or take what"s comin"."
"What"d"ye tell "em?"
"I said we would."
The lank herder started back in amazement.
"Oh, blazes!" he grieved. "That I should"ve ever took on with a milksop boss. I"m plumb disgraced--" His voice trailed off into silence as he recognized the twinkle in Larkin"s eye. "Oh, I see what yuh mean," he apologized, with a wide grin. "We"ll clear out all right. Oh, yes! Sure!"
He sat down.
"Depends on you a good deal," remarked Bud, shoving the beans toward him.
"What did you find this morning?"
"Found a new way north," was the m.u.f.fled and laconic reply. "Yaas," he continued presently, after regarding his reflection in the bottom of a tin cup that had been full of coffee the moment before, "an" it"s over on that hogback."