"Let"s try it," proposed Tom, and they all drank their fill, for there were many cocoanuts, though it was rather an isolated grove of them.
The monkeys became more numerous as they proceeded farther north toward the equator, for it must be remembered that they had landed south of it, and at times the little animals became a positive nuisance.
Several days pa.s.sed, and they crossed the Parana river and struck into the almost unpenetrated tract of land where Tom hoped to find the giants. As yet none of their escort dreamed of the object of the expedition, and though Tom had caused scouts to be sent back over their trail to learn if they were being followed there was no trace of any one.
One day, after a night camp on the edge of a rather high table land, they started across a fertile plain that was covered with a rich growth of gra.s.s.
"Good grazing ground here," commented Ned.
"Yes," put in San Pedro. "Plenty much horse here pretty soon."
"Do the natives graze their herds of horses here?" asked Tom.
"No natives--wild horses," explained Pedro. "Plenty much, sometimes too many they come. You see, maybe."
It was nearly noon, and Tom was considering stopping for dinner if they could come to a good watering place, when Ned, who had ridden slightly in advance, came galloping back as fast as his steed would carry him.
"Look out! Look out!" he cried. "There"s a stampede of "em, and they"re headed right this way!"
"Stampede of what? Who"s headed this way?" cried Tom. "A lot of monkeys?"
"No, wild horses! Thousands of "em! Hear "em coming?"
In the silence that followed Ned"s warning there could be heard a dull, roaring, thundering sound, and the earth seemed to tremble.
"The young senor speaks truth! Wild horses are coming!" cried San Pedro. "Get ready, senors! Have your weapons at hand, and perchance we can turn the stampede aside."
"The rifles! The electric rifles, Ned--Mr. Damon! We"ve got to stop them, or they"ll trample us to death!" cried Tom.
As he spoke the thundering became louder, and then, looking across the gra.s.sy plain, all saw a large troop of wild horses, with flying manes and tails, headed directly toward them!
CHAPTER XI
CAUGHT IN A LIVING ROPE
"Quick! Peg out the mules!" cried San Pedro, after one look at the onrushing horses. "Drive the stakes well down! Tie them fast and then get behind those rocks! Lively!"
He cried his orders to the natives in Spanish, at the same time motioning to Tom and Ned.
"Get off your mules!" he went on. "Peg them out. Peg out the others, and then run for it!"
"Run for it?" repeated Tom, "Do you think I"m going to leave my outfit in the midst of that stampede?" and he waved his hand toward the thundering, galloping wild horses which were coming nearer every moment. "Get out the electric rifles, and we"ll turn that stampede.
I"m not going to run."
"Bless my saddle!" cried Mr. Damon. "This is awful! There must be a thousand of them."
"Nearer two!" cried Ned, who was struggling to loosen the straps that bound his electric rifle to the side of his mule. Already the pack animals as well as those ridden by the members of the giant-hunting party were showing signs of excitement. They seemed to want to join the stampeding horses.
"Peg our animals out! Peg them out! Make them so they can"t join the others!" yelled San Pedro. "It"s our only chance!"
"I believe he"s right!" cried Mr. Damon. "Tom, if we wait until those maddened brutes are up to us they"ll fairly sweep ours along with them, and there"s no telling where we"ll end up. I think we"d better follow his advice and tie our mules as strongly as we can.
Then we can go over there by the rocks, and fire at the wild horses.
We may be able to turn them aside."
"Guess that"s right," agreed the young inventor after a moment"s thought. "Come on, Ned. Peg out!"
"Peg out! Peg out!" yelled the natives, and then began a lively scene. Pegging stakes were in readiness, and, attached to the bridle of each mule was a strong, rawhide rope for tying to the stake. The pegs were driven deeply into the ground and in a trice the animals were made fast to them, though they snorted, and tried to pull away as they heard the neighing of the stampeding animals and saw them coming on with an irresistible rush.
"Hurry!" begged San Pedro, and hurry Tom, Ned and the others did.
Animal after animal was made fast--that is all but one and that bore on its back two rather large but light boxes--the contents of the case which Tom had rescued from the fire in the hold.
"What are you going to do with mule?" asked Ned, as he saw Tom begin to lead the animal away, the others having been pegged out.
"I"m going to take him over to the rocks with me. I"m not going to take any chances on this mule getting away with those things in the boxes. Give me a hand here, and then we"ll see what the electric rifles will do against those horses."
But the one mule which Tom had elected to take with him seemed to resent being separated from his companions. Bracing his feet well apart, the animal stubbornly refused to move.
"Come on!" yelled Tom, pulling on the leading rope.
"Bless my porous plaster!" cried Mr. Damon. "You"d better hurry, Tom! Those wild horses are almost on us!"
"I"m trying to hurry!" replied the young inventor, "but this mule won"t come. Ned, get behind and shove, will you?"
"Not much! I don"t want to be kicked."
"Beat him! Strike him! Wait until I get a club!" yelled San Pedro.
"Come, Antonia, Selka, Balaka!" he cried, to several of the natives who had already started for the sheltering rocks a short distance away. "Beat the mule for Senor Swift!"
Ned joined Tom at the leading rope, and the two lads tried to pull the animal along. Mr. Damon rushed over to lend his aid, and San Pedro, catching up a long stick, was about to bring it down on the mule"s back. Meanwhile the stampeding animals were rushing nearer.
"Hold on dere, Ma.s.sa Tom!" suddenly called Eradicate. "Yo"-all done fl.u.s.tered dat mule, dat"s what yo" done. Yo"-all am too much excited "bout him. Be calm! Be calm!"
"Calm! With that bunch of wild animals bearing down on us?" shouted Tom. "Let"s see you be calm, Rad. Come on here, you obstinate brute!" he cried, straining on the rope.
"Let me do it, Ma.s.sa Tom. Let me do it," suggested the colored man hurrying to the balky beast.
Then, as gently as if he was talking to a nervous child, and totally oblivious to the danger of the approaching horses, Eradicate went up to the mule"s head, rubbed its ears until they pointed naturally once more, murmured something to it, and then, taking the rope from Ned and Tom, Eradicate led the mule along toward the rocks as easily as if there had never been any question about going there.
"For the love of tripe! How did you do it?" asked Tom.
"Bless my peck of oats!" gasped Mr. Damon. "It"s a good thing we had Rad along!"
"All mules am alike," said the colored man with a grin. "An dish yeah one ain"t much different from mah Boomerang. I guess he"s a sorter cousin."
"Come on!" yelled San Pedro. "No time to lose. Make for the rocks!"