CHAPTER III
DUKE ON A RAMPAGE
Before noon of the next day Harry, in the advance guiding Jenny and Duke, swung his hat and cheered.
"Did you ever see the like!" he cried. "The rush has begun, all right."
"I should say!" gasped Terry.
They had arrived in sight of the town of Manhattan, just above the mouth of the Big Blue, on the Kansas River emigrant trail from the east. The prairie for half a mile around was alive with campers; the smoke from a host of dinner fires drifted upon the clear air, and a great chorus arose--shouts of men, cries of children, bawling of cows and oxen, barking of dogs.
"And this is only one trail from the Missouri," said Harry. "Hurrah!
Gwan, Duke, Jenny! Gwan!"
As they proceeded down the valley road, for the town, presently they struck the overflow of the encampment, and began to be greeted from every side. Duke and Jenny apparently attracted much attention.
"Whar you think you"re goin", boys?"
"Why don"t you get astraddle an" ride?"
"Is that a genuyine buff"lo?"
"Who invented that rig?"
"I"ll trade you a cow for your mule, strangers."
"When do you give your show?"
And so forth, and so forth. Men laughed, women and children stared, dogs barked, and Shep, bristling, took refuge under the cart. To all the sallies Harry, and sometimes Terry, made good-natured reply, for this was a good-natured crowd.
Many wagons besides theirs bore signs. There were several with "Pike"s Peak or Bust," which evidently was popular. "To the Land of Gold" was another favorite scrawl. One wagon announced: "Mind Your Own Business."
Another proclaimed: "From Pike County for Pike"s Peak." And another: "We"re Going to See the Elephant--Are You?"
As they entered the main road they turned in just ahead of a rickety farm wagon with flimsy makeshift cotton hood, containing a strange medley of children, women, household furniture, what-not. It was drawn by a cow and a gaunt horse, a goat was led at the rear, a dusty, sallow man trudged alongside. The wagon-hood said: "Noah"s Ark."
"How"ll you swap outfits, strangers?" sung the man.
"Nary swap," laughed Harry.
"Whar you from?"
"Up the Blue."
"We"re from Injianny," quavered one of the women, on the front seat.
"It"s a powerful long way to the gold fields, isn"t it?"
"You"ve hardly started yet," replied Harry. "But just keep a-going."
And--"Whoa, Duke! Look out, there! Gee! Gee-up!" He thwacked Duke smartly on the shoulder with the willow pole, and ran to his head. The road before and behind was thronged with the travelers, and Duke, not accustomed to so much confusion, had been waxing restive. He snorted, his eyes bulged, his little tail jerked, and he made a side-ways jump at an annoying dog. Out flew Shep, rolled the dog over and over until he fled yelping, while with rapid commands Harry quieted Duke. Even Jenny the yellow mule was showing symptoms of rebellion.
"We"ll never get into town, this way," panted Harry. "Let"s drive around and on to the river and unspan for noon. Then you watch Duke, and I"ll ride Jenny back in for supplies."
So, picking their path, they began to circuit the little town. To do this was considerable of an undertaking, for the tents and wagons and people were scattered everywhere over the prairie, and Duke much resented the shouts and laughter and smoke and barking dogs and the incessant orders from Harry. His eyes bulged, he rumbled indignantly, he shook his head, the froth dripped from his lips.
On a sudden a mean little cur darted from one side and nipped him in his heel--and this was the last straw. With a lunge and a kick away he bolted, dragging the surprised Jenny until she also lost her temper, and together they dragged the cart.
Harry ran, shouting. Terry ran. Shep yapped excitedly.
"Stampede!"
"Look out for the buffalo!"
"Hi! Hi!"
"Head "em off!"
Women hastily clutched children, men waved their arms and hats.
"Duke! Jenny! Whoa! Whoa!" vainly yelled Harry and Terry, following at best speed in the wake of the lurching cart.
Through among the camps galloped Duke and Jenny--Duke cavorting, Jenny plunging, the cart bounding and skidding, the pails and cooking utensils rattling, people scampering from the path; and Harry and Terry, in their heavy boots, pursuing, wild with alarm. Something serious was likely to result.
There! A dinner group was shattered--away rolled the pot, and the fire flew. There--down collapsed a tent, as the cart struck the guy-ropes!
Into a clearing burst the two animals--but straight for a wagon and ox team facing them, beyond! The wagon had no hood, and its princ.i.p.al occupants were a black-bearded, black-hatted, red-shirted man on the seat and a large barrel in the box.
Duke must have been seeing red, by this time. His head down, he charged at the wagon, or oxen, or both. The man on the seat yelled; swung his arm at Duke; swung his whip at his own team--tried to turn them; and then, in a great panic, with a mighty leap landed asprawl and losing his hat, legged for safety, his boot-tags flopping and his s.h.a.ggy hair tossing.
"Ha, ha!" roared the spectators. And the man did indeed look funny.
The yoke of oxen suddenly awakened to the danger, and sharply veered.
Duke just missed them, at an angle--he and Jenny both, but the cart struck the rear of the wagon, tilted it, tilted the barrel, and there stayed, locking wheels with it, while Duke and Jenny were brought to a quick stand.
Up raced Harry and Terry, to investigate damages. At the same time back clumped the man, aglare with rage.
"Oh, crickity!" gasped Terry. "It"s Pine Knot Ike!"
"Hyar!" he bellowed. He searched for his precious hat and clapped it on his ragged locks. Now his hair and whiskers stood out all around his face. "Hyar! I want to ask what you mean by rampagin" through a peaceful collection o" citizens an" endangerin" the life an" property of a man in pursuit of his lawful okkipation? I air mild, strangers; I kin stan" a good deal, but now I air after blood. My name is Ike Chubbers, but most people call me Pine Knot Ike, "cause I air so plaguey hard to chaw. That thar air your buffler, air it? Waal, I will now perceed to eat him."
With that, Ike whipped a huge revolver from his belt--and instantly Harry sprang like a cat for him--grabbed the arm--"None of that, Pine Knot Ike!"--bang went the gun, and the bullet plinked somewhere, but not into Duke.
"None of that, Mr. Ike Chubbers!" repeated Harry, stoutly forcing the muzzle upward. "You can"t shoot any animal of ours. Besides, no damage had been done."
"Yes; you can"t go shooting promiscuous through a camp like this, friend," spoke somebody in the crowd that had gathered. "Those boys aren"t to blame for their stampede. Put your gun where it belongs."
"Why didn"t you stay with your wagon?" demanded somebody else.
Pine Knot Ike slowly relaxed. Harry released his grip on the revolver, and Ike glared around. His fierce black eyes came back to Harry, who stood breathless but ready.
"We have met before, stranger," he growled. "You air the schoolmaster who nigh murdered me in this hyar very town. You know me, I reckon?"