Moreover, judging from the expressions on the faces of the people almost at Reade"s feet, they were all too deeply absorbed in their own business to have any eyes or ears for outside matters.
Through the scene below was one of armed truce that might, at any moment, break into hostilities, with human lives at stake, Tom glanced coolly downward for a few seconds after his first startled, unheard remark.
"I"m going, to duck out of this," whispered Alf Drew, whose slim little figure was shaking in a way suggestive of chills.
"Don"t be in a hurry," Tom murmured. "We may be of some use to some of these people."
"Tote those guns away, friends," spoke one of the revolver-armed men with the automobile party, "and march yourselves under the guns. Remember, we have women here."
"They can get away," returned one of the sullen-faced men with rifles.
"We won"t hinder "em. We"ll give "em two full minutes to get where it"s safe. Then we"re going to turn our talking machines loose."
From the top of the low cliff came Tom Meade"s drawling voice:
"Oh, I say, friends!"
Startled, all below glanced quickly upward.
"There seems to be trouble down there," Tom suggested.
"There sure is," nodded one of the armed men with the automobile party.
"Now, it"s too glorious a day to spoil it with fighting," Reade went on. "Can"t we arbitrate?"
"The first move for you, young man," warned one of the four men, raising his rifle, "is to face about and git outer here."
"Not while there are women and children present who might get hurt,"
Tom dissented, with a shake of his head.
"Git, I tell you!" shouted the man, now aiming his rifle full at Tom"s chest. Git---before I count five."
"Save your cartridge," proposed Tom. "I"m too poor game, and I"m not armed, either. Surely you wouldn"t shoot a harmless orphan like me." Saying which the young engineer, having found a path down the cliff nearby, started slowly to descend.
"Get back there! Another step, and I"ll put a ball through you!"
roared the man who had Reade covered with his rifle.
"That wouldn"t prove anything but your marksmanship," Suggested Tom, and coolly continued to descend.
"Going to get back?" howled the man behind the gun.
Without further answer Reade quickened his pace somewhat, reaching the flat bottom of the gully on a run.
Though he felt that the chances were eight out of ten that he would be shot at any second, Tom didn"t betray any outward fear. The truth was that even if he wanted to stop, he would have found it somewhat difficult on that steep incline.
Where he landed, on his feet, Tom stood between the hostile parties.
Had hostilities opened at that moment he would have been in a bad position between the two fires.
"Great Scott!" gasped the frightened Alf, peering down.
That youngster had thrown himself flat on his stomach his head behind a bush. He was trying to make himself as small as possible.
"Whew! But Reade has the real grit!"
First of all Tom gazed curiously at the four men, who glared back at him with looks full of hate.
"Who are you, anyway?" demanded the spokesman of the sullen four.
"I might be the sheriff," Tom replied placidly.
"Huh!" retorted the spokesman.
"But I"m not," Tom went on, rather genially. "I"m just an inquisitive tourist."
"Heard o" Bald k.n.o.b?" demanded the leader of the four.
"No," admitted Reade, opening his eyes with interest. "Who is he, and how did he become bald?"
"Bald k.n.o.b is a place," came the information. "It"s the place where inquisitive tourists are buried in these parts."
"I"ll look it up some day," Tom promised, good-humoredly.
"You"ll look it up before dark if we have time to pack you there,"
growled the leader of the men. "Now, are you going to stand aside?"
Tom shook his head.
"Let"s shake hands all around and then sit down for a nice little talk," the young engineer suggested.
"There"s been too much talk already," snarled Tom"s antagonist.
The men of the automobile party were silent. They had scented in Tom an ally who would help their cause materially.
"Then you won"t be sociable?" Reade demanded, as if half offended.
"Git out and go about your business," ordered the leader of the four men.
"It"s always my business when women and children appear to be in danger," returned Tom. He turned on his heel, presenting his broad back as a target to the rifles as he stepped over to automobile party.
Oddly the four men, though they had the look of being desperate, did not offer to shoot.
Tom"s audacity had almost cowed them for the moment.
"I hope I can be of some use to you," suggested Tom, raising his hat out of respect to the women.
"I reckon you can, if you"re a good hand with a gun," replied the older of the two armed men with the motor party. "Got any shooting irons about you?"
"Nothing in that line," Tom admitted.
"Then reach under the cushion, left-hand front seat of that car,"