"Bury it," advised one.
"Wagh! no. Burn it!" cried another.
"Ay, that"s best," said a third.
The latter suggestion was adopted.
The skeleton was brought down; the stains of the blood were carefully rubbed from the rocks; the skull was shivered with a tomahawk, and the joints were broken in pieces. The whole ma.s.s was then flung upon the fire, and pounded down among numerous bones of the buffalo, already simmering in the cinders. An anatomist only could have detected the presence of a human skeleton.
"Now, Rube; the arrows?"
"If "ee"ll leave that to me an" Bill Garey, I think them two niggurs kin fix "em so as to bamfoozle any Injuns thur is in these parts. We"ll hev to go three mile or tharabout; but we"ll git back by the time "ee hev filled yur gourds, an" got yur traps ready for skeetin"."
"Very well! take the arrows."
"Four"s gobs for us," said Rube, taking that number from the quiver.
"Keep the rest. "Ee"ll want more wolf-meat afore we start. Thur"s not a tail o" anythin" else till we git clur roun" the mountain yander.
Billee! throw your ugly props over that Navagh mustang. Putty hoss too; but I wudn"t giv my old mar for a hul cavayard o" him. Gi"s a sprig o"
the black feather."
Here the old trapper drew one of the ostrich feathers out of the helmet of the Navajo chief, and continued--
"Boyees! take care o" the ole mar till I k.u.m back, an don"t let her stampede, do "ee hear. I wants a blanket. Don"t all speak at oncest!"
"Here, Rube, here!" cried several, holding out their blankets.
"E"er a one "ll do. We needs three: Bill"s an" mine an" another"n.
Hyur, Billee! take these afore ye. Now ride down the "Pash trail three hunred yards, or tharabout, an" then pull up. Don"t take the beaten pad, but keep alongside, an" make big tracks. Gallop!"
The young hunter laid his quirt to the flanks of the mustang, and started at full gallop along the Apache trail.
When he had ridden a distance of three hundred yards or so, he halted to wait for further directions from his comrade.
Old Rube, at the same time, took an arrow; and, fastening a piece of ostrich feather to the barb, adjusted it on one of the upright poles which the Indians had left standing on the camp-ground. It was placed in such a manner that the head pointed southward in the direction of the Apache trail, and was so conspicuous with the black feather that no one coming in from the Llanos could fail to see it.
This done, he followed his companion on foot, keeping wide out from the trail, and making his tracks with great caution. On coming up with Garey, he stuck a second arrow in the ground: its point also inclined to the south, and so that it could be seen from the former one.
Garey then galloped forward, keeping on the trail, while Rube struck out again to the open prairie, and advanced in a line parallel to it.
Having ridden a distance of two or three miles, Garey slackened his pace, and put the mustang to a slow walk. A little farther on he again halted, and held his horse at rest, in the beaten path.
Rube now came up, and spread the three blankets lengthwise along the ground, and leading westward from the trail. Garey dismounted, and led the animal gently on the blankets.
As its feet rested on two at a time, each, as it became the rearmost, was taken up, and spread again in front; and this was repeated until they had got the mustang some fifty lengths of himself out into the prairie. The movement was executed with an adroitness equal to that which characterised the feat of Sir Walter Raleigh.
Garey now took up the blankets, and, remounting, commenced riding slowly back by the foot of the mountain; while Rube returned to the trail, and placed a third arrow at the point where the mustang had parted from it.
He then proceeded south as before. One more was yet needed to make doubly sure.
When he had gone about half a mile, we saw him stoop over the trail, rise up again, cross toward the mountain foot, and follow the path taken by his companion. The work was done; the finger-posts were set; the ruse was complete!
El Sol, meanwhile, had been busy. Several wolves were killed and skinned, and the meat was packed in their skins. The gourds were filled, our captive was tied on a mule, and we stood waiting the return of the trappers.
Seguin had resolved to leave two men at the spring as videttes. They were to keep their horses by the rocks, and supply them with the mule-bucket, so as to make no fresh tracks at the water. One was to remain constantly on an eminence, and watch the prairie with the gla.s.s.
They could thus descry the returning Navajoes in time to escape un.o.bserved themselves along the foot of the mountain. They were then to halt at a place ten miles to the north, where they could still have a view of the plain. There they were to remain until they had ascertained what direction the Indians should take after leaving the spring, when they were to hurry forward and join the band with their tidings.
All these arrangements having been completed as Rube and Garey came up, we mounted our horses and rode by a circuitous route for the mountain foot. When close in, we found the path strewed with loose cut-rock, upon which the hoofs of our animals left no track. Over this we rode forward, heading to the north, and keeping in a line nearly parallel to the "war-trail."
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
A BUFFALO "SURROUND."
A march of twenty miles brought us to the place where we expected to be joined by the band. We found a small stream heading in the Pinon Range, and running westward to the San Pedro. It was fringed with cotton-trees and willows, and with gra.s.s in abundance for our horses. Here we encamped, kindled a fire in the thicket, cooked our wolf-mutton, ate it, and went to sleep.
The band came up in the morning, having travelled all night. Their provisions were spent as well as ours, and instead of resting our wearied animals, we pushed on through a pa.s.s in the sierra in hopes of finding game on the other side.
About noon we debouched through the mountain pa.s.s into a country of openings--small prairies, bounded by jungly forests, and interspersed with timber islands. These prairies were covered with tall gra.s.s, and buffalo signs appeared as we rode into them. We saw their "roads,"
"chips," and "wallows."
We saw, moreover, the _bois de vache_ of the wild cattle. We would soon meet with one or the other.
We were still on the stream by which we had camped the night before, and we made a noon halt to refresh our animals.
The full-grown forms of the cacti were around us, bearing red and yellow fruit in abundance. We plucked the pears of the pitahaya, and ate them greedily; we found service-berries, yampo, and roots of the "pomme blanche." We dined on fruits and vegetables of various sorts, indigenous only to this wild region.
But the stomachs of the hunters longed for their favourite food, the hump ribs and boudins of the buffalo; and after a halt of two hours, we moved forward through the openings.
We had ridden about an hour among chapparal, when Rube, who was some paces in advance, acting as guide, turned in his saddle and pointed downward.
"What"s there, Rube?" asked Seguin, in a low voice.
"Fresh track, cap"n; buffler!"
"What number; can you guess?"
"A gang o" fifty or tharabout. They"ve tuk through the thicket yander-away. I kin sight the sky. Thur"s clur ground not fur from us; and I"d stak a plew thur in it. I think it"s a small parairia, cap."
"Halt here, men!" said Seguin; "halt and keep silent. Ride forward, Rube. Come, Monsieur Haller, you"re fond of hunting; come along with us!"
I followed the guide and Seguin through the bushes; like them, riding slowly and silently.
In a few minutes we reached the edge of a prairie covered with long gra.s.s. Peering cautiously through the leaves of the prosopis, we had a full view of the open ground. The buffaloes were on the plain!
It was, as Rube had rightly conjectured, a small prairie about a mile and a half in width, closed in on all sides by a thick chapparal. Near the centre was a motte of heavy timber, growing up from a leafy underwood. A spur of willows running out from the timber indicated the presence of water.
"Thur"s a spring yander," muttered Rube. "They"ve jest been a-coolin"
their noses at it."