His companion eyed him thoughtfully.
"You"re almost human at times, Curley. I reckon you"ve said the only true words that"s been spoke by us this afternoon. We look for the gopher and don"t find him. You say he ain"t here, and he isn"t. Great head! But that don"t find him. The question is, where is he?"
"We"ll have to look outside," answered Curley.
"Right you are. Come on."
But their search outside was as fruitless as had been their quest within the old adobe church. Not a trace of Stacy Brown did they find.
"Ned, I think you had better take the young ladies home," said Tad finally.
"Want me to tell Professor Zepplin?"
"Not right away. You can tell him on the way out here. He will not have quite so long to worry, but I think he should know about it. The matter is serious. Where did you say Mr. Stallings was, Big-foot?"
"Out with the new herd. The cattle are pretty restless."
"Walt, you go in and tell the foreman the difficulty we are in. I"ll wait here and go on with the search. If he can get away I wish he would come."
"I"ll tell him," answered Walter, hurrying away.
"I am sorry we have spoiled your afternoon, Miss Brayton," said Tad.
"It"s too bad. But I"m afraid something serious has happened to our friend."
"Shall we see you again, Mr. Butler?"
"Of course. I don"t know when the herd will start on. We certainly shall not do so until we have found Stacy. Anyway, we will ride over some time to-morrow and bid you all good-bye."
a.s.sisting the young women into their saddles, Tad bade their friends good afternoon and turned sadly back to the church, while Ned Rector rode back to the Ox Bow ranch with the young women.
"Well, what do you think?" demanded the lad, as he faced the big cowboy.
"I don"t think. My thinker"s all twisted out of shape," answered Big-foot. "I can"t tell you what to do. Wait till the boss gets here."
"I guess that will be best," replied Tad. "We have done all we know how to do."
The two men and the boy wandered about the church aimlessly, saying little, but thinking a great deal, impatiently awaiting the arrival of Bob Stallings, to whom they now looked to show them the way out of their difficulty.
The foreman arrived, in the course of half an hour, with his pony on a sharp run. They had heard him approach, and were outside waiting for him.
"Well, this is a nice kettle of fish!" exclaimed Stallings, leaping to the ground, tossing his reins to Curley Adams. "Tell me about it."
Once more Tad Butler related all the facts in his possession regarding Stacy Brown"s mysterious disappearance.
"Big-foot thinks it"s spooks," added Tad.
"That"s all bosh," exploded the foreman. "It"s getting late in the afternoon, and I"ve no time to waste. I"ll find him for you. What ails you, Big-foot? Getting weak in the knees?"
"Not as I knows of. This funny business is kinder getting on my nerves, though."
"Humph!" grunted the foreman, starting for the church in long strides.
"Nerves in a cowboy! Humph!"
They watched the tall figure of Stallings charging through the adobe house, peering here and there, asking questions in short, snappy sentences, going down on his knees in search of footprints. Finally he rose from his task with a puzzled look in his eyes.
"Tell me that story again," he demanded.
Tad did so.
The foreman went outside and surveyed the building from all sides.
"There"s some secret room or pa.s.sage in there somewhere. The gopher has stumbled into it. We are going to discover the mystery of the church of San Miguel before we have done here--that is, we are if we"re lucky," he added.
Bob Stallings" words were prophetic, though he did not know it. The discovery was to be one that would give the big foreman the surprise of his life, and that would affect all his after life as well.
CHAPTER XXIII
SOLVING THE MYSTERY
"We can"t do much of anything more until daylight," announced the foreman finally. "You see, it"s getting dark now."
"You--you are going to leave him here?" asked Tad hesitatingly.
"That"s all we can do, so far as I see. But we"ll put one of the men on guard to watch the place. To-morrow morning we"ll take it upon ourselves to tear down that door that"s sealed up. It may lead into the place where the boy fell in. Yes; we"ll bring down the whole miserable shack if necessary."
"You--you think he is here, then?"
"Of course. Where else could he be? He walked away and disappeared right before your eyes. He could not get away if he had gone outside. So where is he? In the church, of course."
"Then I will remain here and watch the place," decided Tad firmly.
Stallings glanced at him hesitatingly.
"All right. I guess you have got the nerve to do it. I can"t say as much for the rest of the bunch. You come along with me, now, and get your supper. After that you may return if you want to. Big-foot, you and Curley stay here until the Pinto gets back. Better keep busy. You may stumble upon something before you know it."
The two cowboys did not appear to be any too well pleased with the task a.s.signed to them, but they obeyed orders without protest.
The evening had grown quite dark by the time the cowmen had finished their supper. All had been discussing the strange disappearance of Stacy Brown. It did not seem to surprise them. They had expected trouble when they reached the vicinity of the adobe church. They had had little else during the time they had been in the camp.
"Send Curley and Big-foot in," directed the foreman after Tad had announced his readiness to return to the church.
"We"ll all go," spoke up Ned Rector.
"It"s not at all necessary," answered Tad.