A solitary man sat by the fire, rolling and smoking a continuous stream of cigarettes. Dimly seen in the near-by shadows were the long figures of other men rolled in their blankets. Bud knew that not far off the hobbled horses grazed, or had lain down to rest.
"Kick up the boys, Bill," said the man who held the rope. "Got somethin"
queer to look into this time."
"Aw, let "em sleep, chief," drawled Bill without moving. "Some of "em ain"t closed their eyes in nigh on three days. What"s the matter?"
"Got a young captain here who "lows he"s some brave man, I reckon.
Leastways he come drivin" at us with fire a-poppin" out of his gun, an"
Shorty and me thinks we better investigate. So we nabs him when his gun"s empty and brings him in. A man that"ll shoot around reckless the way this feller did is plumb dangerous to have runnin" loose.
"But I guess you"re right about the boys, Bill. I"ll let "em sleep an"
we"ll talk to this maverick in the mornin". Keep him under your eye."
Things were clearing up for Larkin. These men evidently thought that he was some ambitious puncher on the lookout for rustlers. Up to this time he had kept silent, borrowing no trouble and trusting to his ability to identify himself. But now at the prospect of idling here all night and part of the day he protested.
"Turn my arms loose, will you?" he demanded. "They"re about broke off."
Joe, the chief, after carefully searching him for additional weapons, complied with his request, in so far that he bound his wrists together in front.
"Now, boys," said Bud, crisply, "I wish you"d tell me what this all means.
If you want to question me, do it now and let me go, for I"ve got mighty important business up the line a way."
"I allow yuh have," remarked Joe, dryly. "Yuh also got some mighty important business right here, if yuh only knowed it."
"What business."
"Fannin" yore gun at us that-a-way. Yore plumb careless, young feller. But look here, I"m not a-goin" to stay up all night talkin" to yuh. You"ll have to talk to all the boys in the mornin"."
"But I can"t wait till morning, I tell you," cried Bud, exasperated.
"Every minute I sit here I may be losing thousands of dollars. For Heaven"s sake let me go to-night, and I"ll come back any other time you say. I give you my word for it."
"Can"t wait till to-morrer! Stranger, you may wait till the crack o" doom before you ever get back to that business o" yourn."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Larkin, made strangely ill at ease by some veiled meaning in the other"s tone.
"Got to leave it to the boys," was Joe"s evasive reply. "Better lay down and git some sleep; likely to be busy all day to-morrer."
And Larkin, finding that all argument was as futile as trying to crack Gibraltar with a cold chisel, relapsed into silence, and prepared to get what rest he could until daylight.
Morning disclosed the fact that the group of men numbered about ten, each with a horse near by, and all fully supplied with arms. In fact, there was not a man among them who could not have "rolled a gun" with both hands if necessary, and at the same time carried a knife between his teeth. This matter of complete armament, together with Joe"s ambiguous speeches of the night before, wholly convinced Larkin that he had fallen in with a band of rustlers.
Breakfast was prepared for himself by each man, Joe attending to the wants of the prisoner, but no attempt was made to rope or saddle the horses.
They were evidently waiting for something. What this was became evident shortly when another group of five men appeared around a distant rise and loped to the rendezvous. Larkin reasoned that these must be the men who continued the cattle drive after Joe and Pike had captured him.
The sheepman could not but admire the natural advantages of the place chosen by his captors for the meeting. Rolling hills surrounded the little pocket on all sides, and here and there a red scoria b.u.t.te thrust its ugly height out of the plain. The chances of discovery were infinitesimal.
The evolution of the rustler was logical but rapid, and started with the general law that any ranch-owner was at liberty to brand with his mark any maverick found on his range. As it was the cowboy who discovered these strays, he was usually provided with a branding-iron and put the seal of his employer on the animal wherever found.
From this it was but a step for unscrupulous punchers, or those with a shrewd eye for business, to drive off unbranded cattle and ship them independently to market, or to mark them with a private brand of their own. All this was before the introduction of brand inspectors at the stockyards of Omaha, Kansas City, or Chicago.
Therefore, among the men at this rendezvous Larkin noted types of cowmen equal to any on the range for horsemanship and ability to handle cattle.
With his naturally quick eye, the sheepman observed them closely, but failed to recognize any of them.
His case came up quickly.
By various papers in his possession he proved his ident.i.ty.
"What were you doing out on the range last night?" asked Joe.
Bud hesitated for a minute and then, deciding that his safest and quickest course would be to make a clean breast of things, replied:
"I was driving two thousand head of sheep north on the Bar T."
"Then you"re not a cattleman?"
"No." Larkin produced his bills of sale for the sheep and these were handed gravely about from one to another, although it was certain that some of the men could not read them.
"How long are you going to stay in this country?"
"Just as long as it takes to get my sheep north. I come from Montana."
Joe beckoned a number of the men aside out of Larkin"s hearing.
"We"re plumb lucky," he announced. "If I know my book, old Bissell will forget all about a few missin" calves when he knows this feller has sent sheep up his range. Now we"ve got to run off about a hundred more head to that railroad camp north of here, and I think we can use this Larkin."
A dark, sullen-looking puncher shook his head slowly.
"It"s takin" chances," he growled. "String him up, I say. He knows us all now, and I"d sooner he"d look through a rope than me."
"You sh.o.r.e are ornery, Pete," said a third, "an" plumb set on stretchin"
yore neck. Cain"t yuh see that if yuh hang this feller we"ll have both the sheep and cattlemen ag"in us?"
"Sh.o.r.e, that"s sense," broke in another. "Less hear Joe"s scheme."
""Tain"t so blame much, boys," countered the chief modestly. "We"ll make this Larkin swear never to give word agin us if we don"t kill him. Then we"ll run him off into the hills for four or five days with a guard, finish our own drive, and clear out, lettin" him go. What d"ye think of that?"
"It"s a reg"lar hum-dinger, Joe," said one man, and the others concurred in the laudatory opinion.
But at the first sentence to Larkin, that young man upset their well-laid plans.
"Larkin," said Joe, "we allow as how we"d like to make a bargain with yuh?"
"If you are going to bargain with me to break the law, you had better not say anything about it," was the reply.
"I was jest about startin" one of them mutual protective, benefit and literary sa.s.sieties," suggested Joe tactfully as a feeler, while his comrades grinned.
"Don"t want to hear about it," retorted Bud, divining the intention. "You can do anything you like with me, but don"t tell me your bargains. I"ve got troubles enough with my sheep without signing on any more. Now, look here, men, I don"t want to interfere with you, and it only wastes your time to bother with me. Suppose you let me go about my business and you go about yours."