"That"s the time Tad Butler got left," chuckled Ned Rector. "He"s always been around when there was any glory coming. But when it comes to finding water where there isn"t any, I guess they can"t beat Ned Rector."
"What"s that boy shooting so rapidly for?" asked Parry.
"He"s excited about something," answered Ned. "He"s dancing around as if he"s suddenly gone crazy. What"s that? He"s calling and motioning to us. Guess he wants you, Mr. Parry."
"What is it!" called the guide, making a megaphone of his hands.
Unable to make out what it was that Walter was shouting to him, Tom Parry deserted the camp-fire, where he was a.s.sisting to get the second supper, and hastened to the knoll.
"What"s the trouble, my lad?"
"Come and see. I want you to take a look at that pony. He"s tearing across the desert as if something were chasing him. But I can"t make out anyone on his back."
"The light is weak and he"s throwing a lot of dust. Of course there"s some one his back, and there must be two horses."
The guide shaded his hands, gazing off across the plain.
"What--what----" he stammered.
"Wasn"t I right, Mr. Parry?"
"That"s very strange. I don"t understand it at all."
"That"s what I thought."
"There"s only one pony and he"s riderless," exclaimed Tom Parry. "I"m afraid something has happened. It may not be one of our ponies, however. We"ll know in a few minutes."
The running animal was drawing steadily nearer the camp. Those over by the camp-fire were busy getting the meal ready for the two missing lads. The pony reached the foot of the knoll. Observing Parry and Walter there, the little animal shied, making a wide detour, and finally galloping up to the camp.
Walter and the guide hurried down.
"h.e.l.lo!" cried the Professor, as he saw the horse dash in. "What does this mean!"
"Why, it"s Tad"s pony!" exclaimed Ned in amazement.
"Is that Master Tad"s mount?" called the guide as he approached them on the run.
"Yes. Do you think there"s anything wrong?" questioned Ned.
"Looks that way. Don"t let him get away. I want to look the critter over. Perhaps we may learn something."
Ned caught the pony without difficulty, and led it to the guide. Parry went all over the animal, even going through the saddlebags.
"The rifle and the rope are missing. Everything else seems to be in order," he announced.
"Then I"ll guarantee that Tad"s all right," spoke up Ned.
"That"s what I think," agreed Walter. "He"s taken his gun and rope up into some mountain or other and while he was away the pony got away and started for home."
"Is that your opinion, Mr. Parry?" questioned the Professor.
"What"s the use in offering any opinions? I don"t know. But I"m going to find out. Let"s see. We have a new moon to-night. I"ve got about two hours before it goes down. I want you all to remain right here in camp until I return. Even if it"s until to-morrow. I"m going out to look for the boys."
With that Parry hastily filled his canteen, slung one of the bags of water over the back of his pony, and springing into the saddle dashed away, following the trail that the returning broncho had left.
CHAPTER XXIV
CONCLUSION
"No use trying to go any further to-night, Chunky."
"Where"ll we stay, then?"
"Right here, I guess," answered Tad. "It"s as good a place as we"ll find."
But to understand this, we must take up the fortunes of Tad and Stacy, whom we left imprisoned in the hermit"s cave.
After waiting for a full hour in the cave, following the hermit"s blow on the door, the lads not having heard anything further of him, had renewed their whittling. After long and arduous effort they had succeeded in making an opening in the wood sufficiently large to enable Tad to push his hand through.
Before doing so, however, he made reasonably sure that the hermit was not standing there with a club ready to bring it down with crushing force.
Being satisfied on this point, Tad thrust a hand through. His upturned hand had grasped the bar that held the door in place. Pushing upward with all his strength he felt the bar give.
Stacy, with ready resourcefulness, began forcing up on Tad"s elbow. In a moment more they had the satisfaction of hearing the bar clatter to the rocks. Yet one end of it had stuck in its socket, still holding the barrier in place.
They tried their former tactics. Backing off, both lads rushed at the heavy door. It gave way with a suddenness that they had not expected.
The boys tumbled out, each landing on his head and shoulders, then toppling over to his back.
There was a lively scramble. They were up in a twinkling, fully expecting to find the hermit standing over them. To their surprise, they found themselves entirely alone. To their further surprise, neither of their ponies was in sight when they stepped out on the rocks.
Upon examining the hoof prints a few minutes later they discovered that one animal had set off on the back trail, while the other had apparently gone in the opposite direction.
After a brief consultation they decided that they must start back on foot. Without a moment"s hesitation, the lads, laying their course by Tad"s watch, started pluckily toward camp, many miles away.
After a few hours night overtook them. They still had the moon, however, and by its light they trudged along for two more weary hours.
Then the moon"s light left them and Tad decided that it were worse than useless to continue.
Absolute darkness had settled over the Desert Maze as the boys dropped down, footsore and weary after their long tramp in the stifling heat.
"Got anything to eat?" asked Stacy.
"That I have, and a canteen of water besides. We have a lot to be thankful for yet, Chunky. Haven"t we?"
"I"ll tell you after I try the bread," answered the fat boy.