"Shall we take him along for you? You have no horse?" asked Tad.
"My nag isn"t far from here," smiled the lieutenant. "I"ll load him on like a sack of meal. He"ll get a good shaking up, but it won"t hurt Dunk. He"s too tough to be bothered by a little thing like that.
We"ll land him in the calaboose in El Paso by the day after to-morrow.
Where are you folks going?"
"We planned to do the Guadalupes, then go on down to the Rio Grande,"
answered Professor Zepplin.
Withem reflected.
"I reckon the captain will be wanting to see you. There"s a reward out for Dunk. Captain Bill is on the square. He"ll "divvy" with you fairly."
"We are not looking for any rewards," spoke up Tad quickly. "You may tell him that whatever reward is paid, belongs to the Rangers. We are glad to have served you, but remember, we did so to save our own skins."
Withem extended his hand, grasping Tad"s hand within it.
"You"re the right sort, young man. I wish we had you with us."
"In the Rangers?"
"Yes, of course."
"I am afraid that would not be possible," smiled the Pony Rider Boy.
"Wholly impossible," affirmed Professor Zepplin with emphasis.
"I suppose so. However, I want you to see the captain. I"ll tell you what to do." The lieutenant lowered his voice. "We will be in camp to-morrow night about twenty-five miles to the southwest of here.
Know where Doble"s Spring is?"
"No, sir."
"You can find it. The water gushes out of the rocks pretty high up, falling in a sort of spray. You can"t miss the place. You"ll hear it if it"s after dark when you get there."
"And, further, you"ll probably see a campfire, but sing out before you come in too close. Some of our boys are rather sudden when they"re interrupted at night," grinned the Ranger.
"I should call it violent," declared Stacy. "The way you poked that pistol in my face back there was a caution. You nearly scared me out of a week"s growth."
No one paid any attention to Chunky"s interruption.
"Will your captain be there?" asked the professor.
"I reckon he will But I can"t tell for sure. McKay is a pretty busy man. You don"t know where to find him. He may be here to-night.
and to-morrow morning he may be sixty or seventy miles away. You can"t tell about Billy McKay."
"Is there any danger of our having difficulties with any of this fellow"s companions?" asked the professor apprehensively.
"I reckon not. At least there won"t be after you have come up with our party. We"ll see to that."
"Where are their headquarters---in these mountains?" questioned Tad.
"We don"t know. That"s what we"re trying to find out. We have reckoned they had their hang-out here, but we haven"t found it yet"
"How many are in this band of Border Bandits?" asked Butler.
"There are some that we don"t know. We do know a few of them, however.
For instance, there"s the Mexican, Espinoso, known as the "Yellow Kid."
Then there"s Greg. Gonzales, a half-breed Mex bandit, and Willie Jones."
"Willie Jones! That"s a funny name," laughed Stacy. "That doesn"t sound very savage. I shouldn"t be afraid of a fellow with a name like that."
"You would if you knew him. Willie is a dude. He dresses like a city fellow with all the frills he can pile on, and he has the manners of a city chap too. But you look out for Willie. There isn"t a colder blooded man in the state than Willie Jones. He"s quick as lightning on the gun and can hit a bull"s-eye with his own eyes shut."
"If he is any worse than our prisoner over there, I don"t think I care to make his acquaintance," replied Butler with a laugh.
"He is, young man. You"d know Dunk to be a bad man the first time you saw him. You wouldn"t think it of Willie and by the time you get him sized up, it"s too late to do you any good. I hope you don"t meet with Willie and try to land him. If you do you"ll be carried out on a litter, reduced to a pulp."
"Br---r----r---r!" shivered Chunky.
"Where---where is this bad man supposed to hide himself?" asked the professor.
"I wish I knew," sighed the Ranger. "It would be worth a cold thousand dollars to me and perhaps some more. There"s a price on Willie"s head.
But what"s the use speculating about it? We"ll get him some day, but he"ll be a dead one when we do. I"d a sight rather capture him alive."
The boys listened to all this with deep interest. They had never come in contact with such cold-blooded discussion over human lives.
They began to understand something of the things they had read concerning conditions in the Lone Star State in the early days when men"s pa.s.sions ran riot; when practically the only law of the land was the law of the gun. Now, conditions had changed. It was only in certain localities that lawlessness reigned in Texas, but these were bad spots, as evidenced by the presence of the Rangers, that intrepid body of men that for thirty years had been the terror of evildoers. The Rangers were pitted against a worthy foe in this instance, though it was a certainty that in time the Rangers would get their men, either dead or alive.
"And now I reckon I"ll be going," decided the lieutenant, after having partaken heartily of the appetizing meal. "I"ll be expecting you at the Spring when we get there to-morrow."
"Thank you; we will endeavor to be there. It will be a pleasure to meet your commander. We may get some useful advice from him."
"We"ll bring up your horse if you will tell us where he is," offered Tad.
"Thanks, pard. He"s on the other side of the creek about fifteen rods from here."
Accompanied by Ned, Tad hurried down, but found some difficulty in locating the horse, so carefully had the animal been secreted. Withem smiled when he saw them coming back.
"I guess you boys are all right," he nodded.
They helped him load the prisoner over the horse"s back, after which, giving each of the party a cordial shake of the hand, Lieutenant Withem rode away. They observed that his rifle was resting across the body of the prisoner, as if the lieutenant were looking for trouble.
The trouble came sooner than they expected. The Ranger had been gone less than twenty minutes when a volley of rifle shots crashed out.
"He"s attacked!" cried Tad.
"Quick! Put out the fire!" shouted the professor.
"Don"t wait for the fire. We must go to his a.s.sistance!" answered Tad, s.n.a.t.c.hing up his rifle and making a bolt for his pony. "Come on, boys, we"ve got something to do this time."
"Stop!" commanded the professor.