Ned saw the Mexican"s figure going up and up, a dark blur against the stem of the tree, and it was hard to persuade himself that it was reality. He saw also the bright spark on the end of the stick that he carried with him. The tree rose to a height of nearly 150 feet, and when Urrea pa.s.sed above the others that surrounded it, the moon"s rays, un.o.bstructed, fell upon him. Then, although he became smaller and smaller, Ned saw him more clearly. The boy was so much absorbed now in the story that was unfolding before him that he did not have time to wonder.
Urrea went up as high as the stem would sustain him. Then he rested his feet on a bough, wrapped his left arm around the tree, and, with his right arm, began to whirl the burning stick rapidly. The spark leaped up, grew into a blaze, and Ned saw a wheel of fire. He had seen many strange things, but this, influenced by circ.u.mstances of time and place, was the most uncanny of them all.
Far above his head, and above the body of the forest revolved the wheel of fire. Urrea"s own body had melted away in the darkness, until it was fused with the tree. Ned now saw only the fiery signal, for such it must be, and his heart rose in fierce anger against Urrea. Once he lifted his rifle a little, and studied the possibilities of a shot at such range, but he put the rifle down again. He would watch and wait.
The wheel ceased presently to revolve, and Ned saw Urrea again, torch in hand, but motionless. He, too, was waiting. He did not stir for a full quarter of an hour, but all the while the torch burned steadily. Then he suddenly began to whirl it again, but in a direction opposite to that made by the first wheel of fire. Around and around went the burning brand for some minutes. When he stopped, he waited at least ten minutes longer. Then, as if he had received the answer that he wished, making the claim of communication complete, he dropped the torch. Ned saw it falling, a trail of light, until it struck among the bushes, where it went out. Then Urrea began to descend the tree, but he came down more slowly than he had gone up.
Ned slipped forward, seized Urrea"s rifle, and then slipped back among the bushes. He put the Mexican"s weapon at his feet, c.o.c.ked his own and waited.
Urrea, coming slowly down the tree, stopped and stood there for a few moments as if in contemplation. A shaft of moonlight piercing through the foliage fell upon his face illumining the olive complexion and the well-cut features. It was hard for Ned to believe what he had seen. What could it be but a signal? and that signal to the enemies of the Texans!
And yet Urrea did not look like a villain and traitor. There was certainly no malevolence in his face, which on the other hand had rather a melancholy cast, as he stood there on the bough before swinging to the ground.
Ned strengthened his will. He had seen what he had seen. Such things could not be pa.s.sed over in times when lives were the forfeit of weakness. Urrea let himself lightly to the earth, and stooped down for his rifle. It was not there, and when he straightened up again Ned saw that his face was ghastly pale in the moonlight. Urrea, with his quick perceptions, was bound to know from the absence of the rifle that he had been followed and was caught. His hand went down toward his belt where a pistol hung, but Ned instantly called from the bush:
"Hands up, Don Francisco, or I shoot!"
His tone was stern and menacing, and Urrea"s hands went up by the side of his head. But the paleness left his face, and his manner became careless and easy.
"Is that you, Ned?" he called in the most friendly tones. "Is it a joke that you play upon me? Ah, you Anglo-Saxons, you seem rough in your play to us Latins."
"It is no joke, Don Francisco. I was never more earnest in my life,"
said Ned, stepping from the bush, but still keeping Urrea covered with his rifle. "Your merits as a climber of trees are great, but you interested me more with your wheel of fire. I think I can account now for your absences, when any fighting with the Mexicans was to be done.
You are a spy and you were signaling with that torch to our enemies."
Urrea laughed lightly, musically, and he regarded Ned with a look of amus.e.m.e.nt. It seemed to say to him that he was only a boy, that one so young was bound to make mistakes, but that the Mexican was not offended because he was making one now at his cost. The laugh was irritating to the last degree, and yet it implanted in the boy"s mind a doubt, a fear that he might have been mistaken.
"Signaling to friends, not enemies, you mean," said Urrea. "This forest ends but a few hundred yards beyond, and I learned when I was scouting about San Antonio that some allies of ours in this region were waiting night and day for the news from us to come. I took this method to communicate with them, a successful method, too, I am happy to say, as they answered. In a wild region one must do strange things."
His tone was so light, so easy, and it rang so true that Ned hesitated.
But it was only for a moment. Manner could not change substance. He cleared away the mists and vapors made by Urrea"s light tone and easy a.s.surance, and came back to the core of the matter.
"Don Francisco," he said, "I have liked you, and I believed that you were a true Texan patriot, but I cannot believe the story that you tell me. It seems too improbable. If you wished to make these signals to friends, why did you not tell us that you were going to do so?"
"I did not know of the possibility of such a signal until I saw this tree and its great height. Then, as all of you were asleep, I concluded to make my signal, achieve the result and give you a pleasant surprise.
Come now, Senor Edward, hand me my rifle, and let us end this unpleasant joke."
Ned shook his head. It was hard to resist Urrea"s a.s.surance, but manner was not all. His logical mind rejected the story.
"I"m sorry, Don Francisco," he said, "but I must refer this to my comrades, Mr. Palmer and Mr. White. Meanwhile, I am compelled to hold you a prisoner. You will walk before me to the camp, keeping your hands up."
Urrea shrugged his shoulders and gave Ned a glance, which seemed to be a mixture of disgust and contempt.
"Very well, if you will have it so," he said. "There is nothing like the stubbornness of a boy."
"March!" said Ned, who felt his temper rising.
Urrea, hands up, walked toward the camp, and Ned came behind him, carrying the two rifles, one of them c.o.c.ked and ready for instant use.
The Mexican never looked back, but walked with unhesitating step straight to the camp. The Ring Tailed Panther and Obed were still sound asleep, but, when Ned called sharply to them, they sprang to their feet, gazing in astonishment at the spectacle of Urrea with his hands up, and the boy standing behind him with the two rifles.
"Things seem to have happened while I slept," said Obed.
"Looks as if there might have been some rippin" an" tearin"," said the Ring Tailed Panther. "What have you been up to, Urrea?"
Urrea gave the Ring Tailed Panther a malignant glance.
"I have not been up to anything, to use your own common language," he replied. "If you want any explanation, you can ask it of your suspicious young friend there. As for me, I am tired of holding my hands as high as my head, and I intend to light a cigarette. Three of you, I suppose, are sufficient to watch me."
There were still a few embers and touching his cigarette to one of them he sat down, leaned against the trunk of a tree and began to puff, as if the future of the case had no interest for him.
"Just hand me that pistol at your belt, will you?" said Obed. "There seems to be some kind of a difference of opinion between you and Ned, and, without knowing anything about it, I"m for Ned."
Urrea took the pistol and tossed it toward Obed. The Maine man caught it deftly and thrust it in his own belt. He did not seem to be at all offended by the young Mexican"s contemptuous manner.
"Besides being one of the best watch makers the State of Maine ever produced," he said, "I"m pretty good at sleight-of-hand. I could catch loaded pistols all day, Urrea, if you were to pitch them at me."
Urrea did not deign a reply and Obed and the Ring Tailed Panther looked at Ned, who told them all he had seen. Urrea did not deny a thing or say a word throughout the narrative. When Ned finished the Ring Tailed Panther roared in his accustomed fashion.
"Signalin" to the enemy from a tree top while we was asleep an" he was supposed to be on guard!" he exclaimed. "What have you got to say to this, Urrea?"
"Our young paragon of knowledge and wilderness lore has given you my statement," replied Urrea. "You can believe it or not as you choose. I shall not waste another word on thickheads."
The teeth of the Ring Tailed Panther came together with a click, and he looked ominously at Urrea.
"You may not say anything," he growled, "but I will. I didn"t trust you at first, Don Francisco, an" there have been times all along since then when I didn"t trust you. You"re a smooth talker, but your habit of disappearin" has been too much for me. I believe just as Ned does that you were signalin" to the enemy an" that you meant Texas harm, lots of harm. It was a lucky thing that the boy awoke. Now, what do you think, Obed?"
"Appearances are deceitful sometimes but not always. Don Francisco seems to have spun a likely yarn to Ned, but I"ve heard better and they were not so mighty much."
"You see the jury is clean ag"inst you, Don Francisco," said the Ring Tailed Panther, "an" it"s goin" to hold you to a higher court. Did you hear what I said?"
Urrea nodded.
"Yes, I heard you," he replied, "but I heard only foolishness."
The Ring Tailed Panther growled, but he had the spirit of a gentleman.
He would not upbraid a prisoner.
"The verdict of the jury bein" given," he said soberly, "we"ve got to hold the prisoner till we reach the higher court. We ain"t takin" no chances, Urrea, an" for that reason we"ve got to tie you. Ned, cut off a piece of that lariat."
Urrea leaped to his feet. He was stung at last.
"I will not be bound," he cried.
"Yes, you will," said the Ring Tailed Panther. "I ain"t goin" to hurt you, "cause I"m pretty handy at that sort of thing, but I"ll tie you so you won"t get loose in a hurry. Better set down an" take it easy."
Urrea, after the single flash of anger, sat down, and resuming his careless air, held out his hands.
"Since you intend to act like barbarians as well as fools," he said, "I will not seek to impede you."
None of the three replied. The Ring Tailed Panther handily tied his wrists together, and then his ankles, but in such fashion that he could still sit in comfort, leaning against the tree, although the pleasure of the cigarette was no longer for him.