Larue laughed.
"Guess they"d better not try it. Where did you hear that fairy story, young man?"
"It"s not a fairy tale--it is the fact."
Mr. Simms had risen from his chair and was now facing Tad. He saw in the lad"s face what convinced him that there was more to be told.
"Let me hear all about it, Master Tad," he said.
"Somebody"s been filling the boy up with tenderfoot yarns," smiled the foreman.
Tad did not appear to heed the foreman"s scoffing. Instead, he began in a low incisive voice the narration of his experiences of the previous night, beginning with the bear hunt and ending with his finding his way out of the forest that morning.
As he proceeded with the story, the lines on the face of the banker grew tense, his blue eyes appearing to fade to a misty gray.
At first indifferent, Larue soon p.r.i.c.ked up his ears, then became intensely interested in the story.
"And that"s about all I can think of to tell you," concluded Tad.
Ned uttered a low whistle of amazement.
"So you think this is a tenderfoot yarn, eh?" asked the banker, turning to his foreman.
"Not now," answered Larue. "I guess the boy did get it straight."
"Humph! You had no means of knowing--didn"t hear what his name was, did you?"
"No, sir. He was a big man with red hair and beard and he had a scar over his left temple. The men with him called him Bluff."
"Don"t know any such man, do you, Luke?"
Luke shook his head.
"n.o.body who would mix up in such a dirty deal as that. Oscar Stillwell who owns a cow ranch on the other side of the Rosebud, answers to that description, but he ain"t the man for that kind of a raw job. Known him five years now."
"Sure about him, are you?"
"Positive. He don"t approve of the hatred that the cowmen generally have for the sheep business. Says there"s free gra.s.s enough for all of us and that the sheepmen have just as much right to it as the cowmen. I"ll ride over to his ranch this afternoon and talk with him. I can tell him the story without his giving it away."
"Just as you think best. You know your man and I don"t."
"Yes. And if there"s any such plan on foot, he"ll be likely to know about it."
"This business has been getting altogether too common. All the way up and down the old Custer trail, there has been sheep killing, sheep stealing, stampeding and no end of trouble for the past year. We have seemed unable to fix the responsibility on anyone. But I"ll tell you that if they try to break into any of our herds this time, somebody is going to be shot," decided Mr. Simms, compressing his lips tightly together. "We"re forewarned this time."
"Have you any suggestions, Mr. Simms? I must be getting back to the ranch if this is in the wind?"
"Yes. Let no one outside of our own men, know that we suspect, unless it be Stillwell and you are sure you can trust him----"
"There"s no doubt of it."
"When the new herd gets here, put all the men on it save one who will watch the corral at night. They won"t be likely to attack the sheep that are in the enclosure. It"s the new ones that we have to herd on the open range that they will be likely to direct their efforts toward. Master Tad has heard as much."
"Will you be out?"
"Of course. I"ll ride out this afternoon and remain at the ranch or on the range until this thing has blown over. We had better begin grazing north at once. I want to get them up where the gra.s.s is better, as soon as possible. Then you can let them take their time until after shearing. We"re late with that as it is. See that the men are well armed, but make no plans until I have been out and looked the ground over."
"Very well. Suppose you have no idea where it was that these men found you, or where you found them?" asked the foreman.
"No, sir. I was too busy to take notice."
"I should say so," laughed Mr. Simms.
"I"d better be moving then, if there"s nothing else to be said,"
decided Luke.
"I think you had better spare the time to take these young men back to their camp."
"I helped myself to one of your horses, Mr. Simms. The roan."
"Help yourself to anything that belongs to me, young man," answered the banker. "You have done us a service that nothing we can do will repay."
"The roan--you say you rode the roan?" asked Lame.
"Yes. He"s a good one."
"Did he throw you?"
"He tried to," grinned Tad.
"Then I take back all I said about your being a tenderfoot. There aren"t three men on the ranch who can stick on his back when he takes a notion that he doesn"t want them to."
"Luke, I have asked these young men to join our outfit. When I did so, I didn"t know I was drawing a prize. They rather thought the sheep business wouldn"t suit them, having been out with a herd of cows----"
"We shall be glad to accept your kind offer, Mr. Simms," interrupted Tad. "I"ve changed my mind since I saw how the cattle men act toward sheep."
"That"s good."
"When do you wish us to join you?"
"Join to-day by all means, if you have no other plans. I am surprised that the guide failed you. You will not need a guide if you go with the outfit, and you can take as many side trips for hunting, as you wish."
"That will be fine," agreed Ned Rector.
"Another idea occurs to me. My boy Philip has not been well, and if you lads have no objection, I should like to send him along with the herd. If you will keep an eye on him to see that he doesn"t get into trouble, I shall be deeply grateful to you."
"Of course we shall," answered Tad brightening. "How old is he?"