CHAPTER XV
THE ROUND UP
Some miles from the camp the searchers next morning came upon an abandoned camp where there had been a fire and where, from the bones found there, they decided some one had eaten a rabbit.
"We"re on the trail," said the leader. "We"ll get him yet."
An hour later one of the men reported that he had picked up a repeating rifle with the magazine empty. When Tad joined them later, he identified the weapon as having been the one used by Ned Rector.
The course he was taking, if followed, would eventually take him out of the mountains into the open country. Perhaps through some instinct, the boy understood this and was seeking to gain the open where he would soon get food and directions for continuing his journey.
They found no other trace of the one they were looking for, however.
All that day and the next they drew the net slowly over that portion of the Ozark range that cut through the southwestern part of the state.
"I guess we shall have to give it up," confided the leader to Tad.
"Oh, no, we can"t do that," objected the lad hastily. "We simply must find Ned and the Professor."
"If you can show me the way how or where, I wish you would then. We are only a few miles from the mining camp. I"ll wager a jack rabbit couldn"t have gotten through our lines, so we"d have been pretty likely to have rounded up a man on a pony or a boy on foot. Don"t you think so?"
Tad was forced to admit that this was true.
"It"s my idea that neither of them is in the range now, at all. If they are, they"re below the Red Star--gone by the place entirely."
"That may be, but I do not see how it is possible."
"You went by her, didn"t you?"
Tad colored.
"I guess so. But it was different in my case."
"Ah, that"s it. It"s different with them, too. If it wasn"t, we would have found them long before this."
"Then you are going to give it up? Is that what you mean?"
"Don"t see as there is anything else we can do. If we don"t come across them this afternoon, we won"t at all. See, there"s the Ruby Mountain already."
"The Ruby Mountain! I"ve heard of that. What a peculiar formation it is. Almost blood red in spots. What is it--isn"t there some superst.i.tion about the rock?"
"Well, you might call it that. There are those who declare they have seen strange lights appear on the face of the rock after dark."
"Have you?" queried Tad.
"Well, that"s another story," laughed the leader.
"What makes it look so red?"
"That"s the quality of the rock. It is red only when the sun or bright moonlight is shining on it. Isn"t really red, you see."
Tad did not see, but his mind was too full of his own troubles to permit him to interest it deeply in the subject of the Ruby Mountain.
Continuing on their journey, the searchers eventually rode into the Red Star camp. By this time the entire camp was interested in what it was pleased to call "the man hunt." Somehow they were unable to free their minds of the idea that the disappearance of the members of the Pony Rider party was due to the mysterious band that had been terrorizing that part of the country for a long time.
Tom Phipps, a.s.sistant superintendent of the mine, had awaited the return of his rescue party with an impatience that he made no effort to conceal. He met them, mounted on his pony, as they entered the mine property. At first he was inclined to make the men turn about and go over the ground again, but after learning from the leader of the party the precautions they had taken, he decided that further search to the north would be futile.
What to do next he did not know, and in the absence of Mr. Munson, who had not yet returned, he was considering sending another party out to cover the territory south of the mining camp.
Stacy Brown had come in with his guide and the mules, and having satisfied his appet.i.te, was in as good humor as usual. If he worried about the disappearance of his companions, he kept his trouble well to himself. Nevertheless he was waiting for Tad and the rescue party when they rode in.
"h.e.l.lo, Chunky, any news?" called Tad on espying him.
Stacy shook his head.
"Have you any?" asked Chunky.
"No. We found where Ned had been, but we didn"t see anything of him."
"That"s too bad."
"Yes, you do seem to feel sad over it. I believe they are all right, however. Mr. McCormick, who has charge of this party, thinks so too.
He believes they have succeeded in getting out of the mountains."
"So do I," cut in Tom Phipps. "Otherwise you could not have missed them."
"Yes, sir. But what would you advise doing now?"
"Should we hear nothing from them by morning I"ll start a party for the open country to the west, and send another through the mountains south of here. I do not believe there will be much use in doing so to-night. Come over to my shack, you and your friend Brown, and we will talk the matter over while we are having our supper."
"Thank you. I guess I am pretty hungry. Has Mr. Munson returned?"
"No. I cannot imagine what is keeping him."
Turning his pony over to Mr. McCormick, Tad and Chunky followed the young mining engineer to his one-roomed cabin where the host had prepared an appetizing meal.
It was Tad"s second meal in the place. This time, however, he found himself too much disturbed to eat heartily. His appet.i.te seemed to leave him all at once.
"As I was saying just after you arrived," began Mr. Phipps--
"Hark! What was that?"
Tad raised a hand for silence.
"I heard nothing."
"It was somebody shouting, I am sure," answered Tad in a voice of tense expectancy. "Yes, there it is again."