"I know it. Good-bye and good luck!"
The three lads swung their hands in parting salute, as they left the camp at an easy gallop, Tad and Stacy riding side by side, Ned Rector moving off alone. Ascending the rise of ground where the pajamas were drooping listlessly from the top of the signal pole, Tad and Stacy slipped down the opposite side of the hill and disappeared from view.
The two lads were destined to pa.s.s through some exciting experiences before they rejoined their companions.
"I hope we don"t get lost," said Stacy, apprehensively, as they glided across the desert.
"We mustn"t!"
"Yes; but what if we do?" insisted the fat boy.
"It will be because you disobeyed orders, Chunky. You and I have a task to perform, and we"re going to do it like men. The lives of our companions may depend upon our own efforts--yours and mine."
"I can"t see the Professor"s pajamas," insisted Chunky. "I believe we are lost already, Tad."
"Then we"ll stay lost," answered Tad shortly.
CHAPTER XXII
IN THE HERMIT"S CAVE
The conviction that they did not know where they were grew upon Stacy as they proceeded. Not that Stacy cared particularly whether they were lost or not, but it gave him something to talk about.
"Don"t talk so much, Chunky," begged Tad, after they had gone on some distance. "You should keep your eyes out for signs."
"What kind of signs?"
"Water signs. Come, be serious for a little while. You can have all the sport you want when we get back. I think, Chunky, that we can both work to better advantage if we separate----"
"What, you want to get rid of me so soon?"
"No, no! Listen! You ride off there to the right, say half a mile.
Keep within sight of me all the time, and watch carefully for what we are in search of. We shall be able to do twice as effective work in that way."
"I see. I guess that would be a good idea. Got anything to eat in your pocket?"
"Some dry bread. I"ll divide with you. You should have brought something."
The fat boy, well satisfied now, rode away to the north, munching the dry food that Tad had given him. So long as Chunky had plenty to eat, nothing else mattered.
Tad soon espied what appeared to him to be a cloud on the horizon ahead. After a time he discovered that it was a range of irregular b.u.t.tes. On some of them he eventually made out what looked like scattering trees. Tad increased the speed of his pony as much as he thought the animal would stand. If there were trees, there surely should be water as well, he reasoned. After a time he succeeded in attracting the attention of Stacy, whom he motioned to him.
The fat boy put spurs to his mount, racing along one side of the triangle, heading for the range, for which he observed that Tad was riding. It was now a test of speed to see which one should get there first. Tad having the shorter distance to travel, made the mark ahead of his companion, though with little to spare.
"You started before I knew what you were up to," laughed Stacy. "I can beat you on an even start."
"Haven"t any doubt of it, Chunky. But let"s see what"s to be found here. It looks promising. You hold the horses while I climb up among the rocks."
"There"s a man up there!" exclaimed Stacy. "What"s he doing? I wonder if he"s a hermit? Looks as if he might be."
"I"ll find out. If some one is living here, there"s water," cried Tad triumphantly, leaping from his saddle and tossing the bridle reins to his companion.
The lad ran lightly up the rocks toward the point where he saw the stranger standing, observing them suspiciously. As he drew nearer to the figure, Tad felt some apprehension. The man was thin and gaunt, a heavy growth of beard covering his face so completely as to hide everything except the nose and eyes.
"I believe he"s crazy," muttered the lad, when he got near enough to note the strange expression in the fellow"s eyes. As yet, the man had not spoken a word.
"How do you do, sir!" greeted the boy.
The hermit, for such he proved to be, grunted an unintelligible reply.
"We are looking for water. My friends are camped off yonder, a dozen miles or more, and our water is all gone. Please tell me where I can find some?"
"Got money?"
"Yes, yes, I"ve got money. I will pay you for your trouble if that is what you want. Let me have a drink first and take some to my companion; then I will do whatever you wish in the way of paying,"
begged the lad.
The hermit eyed him with a steady, disconcerting gaze that gave Tad a creepy feeling up and down his spine.
"You want water?"
"Yes, yes."
A moment"s hesitation, then the hermit grasped Tad by the arm and strode rapidly back among the rocks. Pushing aside a growth of tangled vines he stooped to enable him to enter the opening that was revealed, dragging Tad in after him.
[Ill.u.s.tration: The Hermit Grasped Tad by the Arm.]
"See here, where are you taking me?" demanded the lad, pulling back instinctively from the dark opening.
The hermit made no reply, but tightening his grip, which was of vise-like firmness, jerked the boy into the center of the chamber. Tad observed by the single ray of light that penetrated the place through the mat of vines at the entrance that they were in a cave.
"You want water?" snapped the hermit.
"Yes, I do want water more than anything else in the world at this minute, but there is no necessity for dragging me to it. I can walk."
"Water in there," answered the hermit, thrusting Tad into a dark recess. No sooner had he done so than the lad heard a heavy wooden door slammed shut and a bar thrown across it from the outside.
Tad, instantly realizing that he was being shut in, threw himself against the barrier with all his strength. But he might as well have tried to break through the rocks which walled him in on the other three sides. He shouted at the top of his voice, hoping that Chunky might, perchance, hear him and come to his rescue. Chunky could use the rifle that hung in the holster on Tad"s saddle and intimidate the hermit if he understood Tad"s predicament.
At that instant the lad"s ears caught the faint trickle of water. The sound stirred him to sudden action. "Where was it?" he asked himself, his hands groping over the rocks about him.
"Here it is!" he cried exultingly.
What he had found was a tiny stream that was creeping down the side of the rocks. Tad pressed his lips against the cool stones, enabling him to lick a few drops of the precious fluid into his parched mouth.
Never had anything tasted so refreshing to him.