There, crossing the stream higher up, and seemingly at a place which the fire had only narrowly missed, were several hors.e.m.e.n. Their steeds appeared exhausted, as though they had had a hard race to escape.
"What outfit is that, fellows?" asked Baldy Johnson. "I don"t know of any punchers attached to a ranch that"s within this here fire range."
"There isn"t any," declared Necktie Harry.
"But where did those cowboys come from?" persisted Baldy.
"They"re not cowboys!" declared Necktie Harry, looking to see if his scarf had suffered any from the smoke and cinders. "Did you ever see real cow punchers ride the way they do--like sacks of meal. They"re fakes, that"s what they are!"
For an instant Baldy stared at the speaker, and then cried:
"That"s it! I couldn"t understand it before, but I do now. It"s all clear!"
"What is?" asked Mr. Pertell, who was still, rather wrought up by the danger into which he had thrown his players.
"Why, about this blaze. I couldn"t for the life of me understand how it was it could burn two ways at once. But now I do."
"You mean those fellows set another fire?" asked Bow Backus.
"That"s my plain identical meanin"," declared Baldy. "Them scoundrels started another fire after we did ours."
"Oh, how terrible!" exclaimed Ruth.
"Wait; hold on, Miss! I"m not goin" so far as to accuse "em of doin" it purposely," the cowboy went on, earnestly. "They may not have meant it.
The gra.s.s is pretty dry just now, and a little fire would burn a long way. It"s jest possible they may have made a blaze to bile their coffee, and the wind carried sparks into a bunch of gra.s.s. But I have my suspicions."
"Why, who could they be, to do such a dastardly thing as that?" demanded Mr. DeVere.
"That"s what I want to know," put in Mr. Pertell.
Baldy turned sharply to the manager.
"Who"s been followin" on your trail ever since you started out to make your big drama "East and West"?" he asked.
"Who--who!" repeated Mr. Pertell. "Why--why those sneaks from the International Picture Company--that"s who."
"That"s them," declared Baldy, laconically, as he pointed to the retreating hors.e.m.e.n. "That"s them, and they"re the fellows who sot this second fire that so nearly wrecked us."
"Is it possible!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. DeVere.
"I"m sure of it," declared Baldy. "I ain"t got no real proof; but I"ve seen a good many fires in my day, and they don"t start all by their ownselves--not two of "em, anyhow. You can bank on them bein" your enemies, if you"ll excuse my slang," he said in firm tones.
"Do you really mean it?" asked Mr. Pertell, in amazement.
"I sure do, friend. I"m not sayin" they started it to hurt any of you; but they wanted to spoil your picture, I"m sure of it."
There was a moment of silence, and then Bow Backus cried out in loud tones:
"Fellers, there"s only one thing to do: Let"s take after them scamps and get "em with the goods! Let"s prove that they did this mischief.
Come on, boys! Our horses are fresh enough now."
The tired cow ponies, almost worn out after their race to escape with their masters from the on-rushing flames, had been allowed to rest and now they were ready for hard work again.
In an instant, half a score of the st.u.r.dy cowboys were in the saddle, whooping and yelling in sheer delight at the prospective chase.
"I"ve got to get in on this!" cried Russ. "Wait a minute until I film the start, fellows, and then I"ll get on a horse and take my camera.
I"ll go with you, and get the finish of this, too."
A new roll of film was quickly slipped into the camera and Russ dashed on ahead to show the on-coming cowboys in their rush to overtake the suspected men.
Then the young operator jumped into the saddle of a steed that was ready and waiting for him, and galloped on with his friends to get, if possible, the finish of the affair.
"Oh, isn"t it just splendid!" cried Alice, clapping her hands.
"But it makes me so nervous!" protested Ruth.
"I just love to be nervous--this way," declared Alice, with a joyous laugh.
Away flew the eager cowboys, and those left behind proceeded to let their nerves quiet down after the strenuous times they had just pa.s.sed through. The cook had come up and he at once prepared a little meal.
On the other side of the wide creek the prairie fire burned itself out.
The blaze crept in the dry gra.s.s down to the very edge of the water, where it went out with puffs of steam, and vicious hisses.
"Oh, but I"m glad we"re not there," sighed Ruth as she looked across at the smoke-palled and blackened stretch.
"Yes, it was a narrow escape," said her father.
"What happened after we left?" asked Alice.
"The fire really got a little too much for us," said Mr. Pertell. "And, as I had pictures enough, we decided to leave. We let the cabin burn, as we had arranged, and then came riding on.
"But the flames were a little too quick for us, and we had to turn off to one side. That"s why we didn"t get up to you more quickly. We were really quite worried about you."
CHAPTER XXV
THE ROUND-UP
"What"s the matter?"
"Couldn"t you catch them?"
"Did they get away?"
All needless questions, evidently, yet they were anxiously asked, for all that, when the tired and disappointed cowboys, led by Baldy Johnson, returned after the chase. It was dusk, and the prairie fire was almost out. Only a faint glow showed where, here and there, a bunch of thick gra.s.s was still blazing.