"I"m coming, kiddie!" roared Bud.
Tad made no reply.
Stooping as if for a spring, Butler launched himself straight at the pillar of brawn and muscle before him. Had he hesitated for the briefest part of a second--had he permitted those muscular arms to close about him, Tad Butler would have gone down to a quick and inglorious defeat.
But he did not wait.
The lad"s right arm was brought sharply against the neck of his adversary, while at the same time his left arm was slipped under the cowboy"s right leg. The result was that Stevens lurched to the left.
A quick jerk and Bud was fairly lifted from the ground.
Tad gave a quick, forceful tug.
Bud Stevens landed on his head in the pool of yellow water, his feet beating the air wildly.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Bud Stevens Landed on His Head in the Pool of Yellow Water]
"Grab hold of a foot, Chunky!" commanded Tad. "Quick! He"ll drown in a minute in there."
"Oh, let "im drown," drawled Stacy, blinking to get the sand out of his eyes.
"Get hold, I tell you! I"ll thrash you, Stacy Brown, if you don"t!"
Stacy reluctantly complied, Tad in the meantime having grasped the cowboy"s foot and began pulling.
"Not that way, Chunky. Do you want to pull him apart?"
The fat boy was trying to get Bud"s right leg out from the opposite side of the water hole.
The disturbance had by this time attracted the attention of the men over in the camp. They started on the run when they saw Bud turned head first into the water hole.
By the time they reached the scene Tad and Stacy had succeeded in hauling the victim from his perilous position. Bud was choking between roars of rage. His companions went off into shrieks of laughter when they understood what had happened. They rolled on the ground; they danced about their fallen companion, and then their revolvers began to add their vicious voices to the tumult.
Tad paid no attention to the uproar. He was too busy shaking the water out of his fallen antagonist, to whom he was giving first aid to the drowning.
Bud staggered to his feet, gasped for breath, while Tad stepped off a few paces, so as not to be within reach of those long, bony arms, should Bud decide to stretch them forth and take him in.
"Guess you got all that was coming to you that time, Bud Stevens,"
grinned Tom Parry. "Served you right. You"ll let those boys alone after this or you"ll have to reckon with me."
Stevens"s face was streaked with wet sand, his hair was disheveled and his clothes stuck to him as if they had been pasted on.
The cowboy"s sullen face slowly relaxed into a mirthless grin.
"Say, kiddie, you put it over me like a cactus plant. I owe you two."
"I"d cancel the debt if I were in your place," laughed the boy. "Come along and have a drink of coffee. It"ll warm you up after your swim."
CHAPTER XI
A PIECE OF HUMAN SANDPAPER
An appetizing meal had been spread for the visitors. But every time the men glanced at their companion they broke out into loud guffaws.
"You"re a sight, Bud," jeered one.
"Next time better take a man of your size," said another.
"Guess that"s right," grinned the vanquished one. "Ye can"t most always tell what a kid"s going to do."
"We know what this one did do to you, though," laughed another.
"Reckon I do myself," admitted Stevens. "Say, kiddie, you come along with us and try them tricks on the wild hosses we"re going to catch.
Mebby I"ll forgit to take it out of you. I"ll let the white stallion do that."
"Thank you; I"ll accept that invitation, with Professor Zepplin"s permission."
"We intended to drop in on your bunch, anyway," interposed Parry. "The boss has invited us to join a horse hunt with you."
"Better go along with us now, then," suggested Stevens. "We won"t have no more rough house, leastwise till we get to the San Antone Range, eh?"
"No," replied Parry. "We have a pack train to drag along. Besides, you fellows travel too fast for us. We"ll take our time and join you later."
The bath and the hot coffee had served to quiet Bud Stevens"s bubbling spirits. He was by this time a more rational being.
After they had finished the meal Bud drew Tad Butler aside confidentially.
"Say, kiddie, I like you," he said, slapping the lad a violent blow between the shoulders.
"Glad of it," laughed Tad. "But you have a queer way of showing your affection."
"Say, can you ride?"
"Some," admitted Tad.
"As well as you can fight and throw a rope?"
"I was not aware that I did either one very well."
"Go away! Go away! You"re a champeen. I"ve got a spavined, ring-boned cayuse over in the range that I"m going to put you up against when you join us. He"ll give you all the exercise you want----"
"Hey, Bud, ain"t it "bout time we were moseying?" called one of Stevens"s companions.
"I reckon. Can"t be any hotter than "tis now. When you going to join us, Parry?"
"We"ll be there in a few days. But come here; I want to talk with you?"