said the lad.
At first glowering glances were cast in Tad"s direction. They were of half a mind to punish him in their own way.
"You said it was to be a fair fight," spoke up the lad. "Has it been?"
There was a momentary silence.
"The kid"s right," exclaimed a cowman. "He cleaned up Bob fair and square. I reckon you kin go, now."
"Thank you."
"Hold on a minute. Not so fast, young fellow. I"m kinder curious like to know how ye put Bob over yer head like that!" asked another.
"It was a simple little j.a.panese wrestling trick," laughed the boy.
"Kin ye do that to me?"
"I don"t know."
"Well, yer going ter try and right here and now."
"All right, come over here on the gra.s.s where the ground isn"t so hard. If I succeed in doing it, though, you must agree not to get mad. I can"t fight you, you know. You are too big for me."
The cowman grinned significantly, and strode over to the place indicated by Tad Butler.
"Now what d"ye want me ter do?" he demanded, leering. "Yer see I"m willing?"
"Strike at me, if you wish. I don"t care how you go about it,"
replied Tad.
"Here goes!"
The cowman launched a terrific blow with his right. Tad sprang back laughing.
"If that had ever hit me, you never would have known how the other trick is worked," he said, while the cowboys laughed uproariously at the fellow"s surprise when he found that his fist had not landed.
"Guess the kid ain"t no slouch, eh, Jim?" jeered one.
Jim let go another, then a third one. The third blow proved his undoing. The next instant Jim"s boots were describing a half circle in the air over Tad Butler"s head. His revolvers slipping from their holsters in transit, dropped to the ground and Jim landed flat on his back with a mighty grunt.
He was up with a roar, his right hand dropping instinctively to his empty holster.
"Wh-o-o-o-e!" warned the fellow"s companions. "No fair, Jim. No fair. He said as he"d do it, and he did. Kid, you"d clean out the whole outfit, give you time, I reckon."
Jim pulled himself together, restored his weapons to their places, and walked over to Tad, extending his hand.
"That was a dizzy wallop ye give me, pardner," he said, with a sheepish grin. "If ye"ll show me how it"s did, I"ll call it square."
Tad laughingly did so.
"I guess I couldn"t get even with them any easier than by showing them the trick," he grinned, mounting his pony, and accompanied by Philip rode away. "They"ll try that trick till the whole bunch of them get into a battle royal."
They did, as Tad learned next day.
CHAPTER XVII
CHUNKY RIDES THE GOAT
"There"s the sheep," announced Tad, after they had ridden on for some time.
"I"m glad," said Phil, "do you know, Tad, I thought those men were going to kill you." Phil"s courage had returned, when he realized that they were in sight of friends once more.
Tad laughed.
"They aren"t half so bad as they would have us believe. The boy was the worst of the lot. He needed to be taught a lesson, but I wish I hadn"t hurt him," he mused.
"He did it himself; you didn"t."
"Yes, I know. I had to to save my own face." The lad laughed heartily at his own joke, which Philip, however, failed to catch. "Now we"ll find out where the camp is," said Tad, espying a herder off to the north of them.
Having been directed to the new camp, Phil galloped away, Tad remaining to chat with the sheepman a few minutes. Yet he made no mention of his experience at Groveland Corners, not being particularly proud of it, after all. After riding slowly about with, the herder for half an hour, the lad jogged off toward camp, which his companion had reached before him.
Philip had spread the story of Tad"s battle with the cowboy. Old Hicks, contrary to his usual practice, had listened with one ear, giving a grunt of satisfaction when the story had been told. As a result there were several persons eagerly awaiting him in the sheep camp when he rode up.
"Who"s getting into trouble now?" demanded Stacy, with mock seriousness. "You need a guardian, I guess. I presume Mr. Simms thinks so, too."
"Heard you had two black eyes," jeered Ned Rector.
"Say, Tad, we"ve agreed that you shall show us how you did it, using Chunky for your model," said Walter Perkins.
Tad smiled good-naturedly, dismounting from the saddle and tethering the pony with his usual care.
"Guess I"d better leave the saddle on. There may be something doing any minute," he mused.
"Mr. Simms wants ye over to his tent," Old Hicks informed Tad.
"Oh, all right," answered the lad, walking briskly to the little tent occupied by the owner of the herd.
The foreman was there awaiting Tad"s arrival as well.
"First I want to thank you for having taken Phil"s part so splendidly," glowed Mr. Simms. "It is a wonder they did not do you some harm after that."
"Oh, they were not half bad," laughed Tad. "They were ashamed of what they"d done after it was all over."
"No. There"s no shame in that crowd. I know them. Phil has told me about it. I know them all, and they shall suffer for roping that boy," went on the rancher angrily.