Ned, having picked himself out of the mesquite bush, was limping back.
"You hit him, Stacy Brown!" shouted Rector.
"I never touched him. What"s the matter with you?" protested Chunky indignantly.
"No quarreling, boys," warned the professor.
"Well, he doesn"t want to be poking my pony!"
"Well, he doesn"t want to be accusing me of poking his old bundle of bones."
"Pretty lively critter for a bundle of bones, I should say," answered the captain grimly.
"n.o.body trailing," announced the scouts returning a few minutes later.
The captain may have had a suspicion, but if so he kept it to himself, making no reply to the report of his two scouts.
For reasons best known to himself Stacy did not give his rattlesnake imitation again. But every little while a broad grin would grow on his countenance, which the fat boy would suppress as quickly as possible.
"This is too good a thing to be nipped in the bud," he muttered. "No, sir, I don"t give my secrets away yet awhile. Mebby I never shall."
Stacy well knew that swift punishment would be meted out to him if the others caught him at his new trick, so the fat boy kept silent, looking the picture of innocence.
CHAPTER XVIII
ONE HISS TOO MANY
The Ten-Mile cross trail was made about half past one o"clock in the afternoon. Walter Perkins entered the camp on his head, Tad Butler hanging to the mane of his bucking pony, both feet out of the stirrups, Stacy Brown making desperate efforts to quiet his own mount.
The ponies had heard the soft hiss of a rattlesnake, but the ears of Rangers and Pony Riders had failed to catch the sound. Perhaps it was the yell that the fat boy had uttered instantly after giving the imitation that had too suddenly attracted the attention of the party.
"What"s the matter with those fool cayuses?" shouted Dippy Orell.
"What---"
Dippy did not finish his remark. He landed on his back thoroughly shaken down. He was up with a roar, starting for the pony with blood in his eye.
"That"ll do, Dippy!" commanded the leader sternly. "If you"d been riding as you should have, you never would have fallen off. Now you"re off, stay off." The captain uttered a bird-call which was answered in kind. The boys understood at once that the Rangers were exchanging signals. A few moments later, a bronzed, weather-beaten Ranger rode into camp. He held a few moments" conversation with the captain, after which he rode away.
"Anything doing, Cap?" asked Morgan.
The leader shook his head.
"Something may turn our way to-night. Joe has been detained. I don"t know what is keeping him. But we"ll wait here till he comes in.
Professor, it is possible that we may have to make a hard night ride to-night. Do you wish to go along?"
"Of course we do!" shouted the boys. "We don"t want to miss a single thing."
"No, we don"t want to miss a thing," agreed Chunky solemnly. "I see I"ve been missing a great deal lately. I don"t propose to miss another thing as long as I"m out on this cruise."
"He thinks he"s on a ca.n.a.l boat," jeered Dippy.
"Maybe if I do it"s because we"ve got some mules to pull it," retorted Stacy.
"Ouch! But that one landed below the belt!" exclaimed Dippy.
"Our fat friend has a sharp tongue," observed Polly.
"I guess we"ll have to file it. Might hurt himself on it if he happened to stumble over a root and fall," added Cad Morgan.
"Chunky, are you going to get busy and help settle this camp?" demanded Tad.
"I don"t have to work. I"m a guest of the management," answered Stacy.
"The management disowns you. You"re out in the cold world," laughed Butler.
"All right. That"s good. Then I don"t have to work."
"No, he doesn"t have to work," agreed the professor. "Nor does he have to eat. No work, no eat, is the motto of this outfit."
Chunky got busy at once. Captain McKay had little to say. He was very thoughtful, evidently perplexed by some word that his scout had brought him. The other men made no further effort to learn what was disturbing their chief. They knew he would tell them if he wanted them to know. At McKay"s suggestion, nothing was unpacked save the stuff necessary for their meal. Of course all the packs were removed from the ponies to give the little animals a rest. The ponies apparently had ceased from their tantrums and were as docile as if they had never known what it was to buck off a rider.
Polly was getting the dinner while Tad and Ned were starting and keeping up the fire. The others occupied themselves with various duties about the camp, all save the captain who sat on a rock some little distance from the scene of operations.
Suddenly Captain McKay leaped from the rock, taking a long spring away from it, at the same time drawing a revolver and whirling. Chunky, who was pa.s.sing at the time, was bowled over by the captain"s sudden spring.
"Look out for the rattler!" commanded the Ranger sharply.
"Oh, wow!" howled Chunky springing back apparently in great terror.
"Snake, snake!" he cried waving his arms to the others near the campfire. "Look out for the snake!"
McKay saw no snake to shoot at. Deciding that the reptile must have squirmed away, the captain, his face wearing a sheepish smile, shoved his weapons back into their holsters and strode back to the camp, where Stacy had preceded him.
There were no further indications of the presence of rattlers, and in a few moments the adventure was wholly forgotten. Shortly after dinner the captain sent his men out on a long scouting expedition, himself riding from the camp, taking Tad Butler with him. Tad was proud to be thus singled out. While they were on their ride, some twelve miles to the southward, the Ranger captain taught the northern lad many things about trailing human beings. This was all new to Tad.
He listened with rapt attention, though he hoped it never might fall to his lot to have to trail men for a livelihood. The captain also told him many things about the bad men of the Texas border in the old days. Captain McKay was a lad then, but he was out with his father much of the time, the father also having been a Ranger, having been killed in a battle with a desperado whom he had been sent to capture. Captain McKay"s two brothers had shared a similar fate.
Now there remained only Captain Billy.
"And I expect one of them will get me one of these days," he concluded steadily.
"Why not stop then before they do get you?" questioned Tad.
"A fellow"s got to die some time, hasn"t he?"
"I suppose so."
"And he won"t die till his time comes, will he?"