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CHAPTER XXI.
IN THE HANDS OF THE RUSTLERS.
As the night came on the spirits of the three scouts seemed to sinkconsiderably. Somehow the passing of the sun and coming of darknessbefore the rising of the moon brought with it a new sense of being atthe mercy of these rough men, who snapped their fingers at the law, anddid about as they pleased.
Ned at first wondered why they had been brought here to the camp, thelocation of which had long been a mystery to outsiders. He even fearedthat circumstance meant something terrible to himself and two chums,because now that they held the secret of the hide-out of the rustlers,it did not seem likely they would be allowed to depart, even if theyswore never to betray the fugitives from justice.
Then he noticed certain signs, being a most observant lad, as wealready know, that told him another story. The rustlers for some reasonor other were getting ready to make a change of base. Perhaps theybelieved that the vicinity of the Double Cross Ranch was likely tobecome too warm for them after what had happened, for Ally Sloper musthave brought considerable news when he joined the gang.
The boys were allowed to sit together on a blanket. They had beentersely warned by the hoarse-voiced giant that if they so much as triedto escape they were sure to be shot down like coyotes; and there wasthat in his ferocious manner that made Harry shiver with apprehension;while Jimmy was seen to clench his fists and grit his teeth, as thoughhis fighting blood had been aroused.
Ned had to smile, though, when he looked at the fearful differencebetween the two; one a giant and the other not far from being a dwarf.It reminded him of a little bantam defying a great barnyard rooster, orof David, armed only with his puny sling, facing Goliath, the mightyman of the Philistines.
Fortunately Jimmy had sense enough not to open his mouth, thanks to theshove Ned gave him with his elbow. Had he dared say anything bold andsaucy to the big bully, the chances were he would have rued the day,for Hy Adams could have easily seized him by the nape of the neck andswung him around his head six or seven times, just for a lark.
"I wonder now do we get any?" Jimmy was saying, rather plaintively, ashe sniffed the odors of supper cooking.
Jimmy could have stood for almost anything save starvation, or beingdeprived of his regular feed. If he had known that he had to run thegauntlet in the morning, or be toasted at the stake, the chances werethat he would have let out a howl to the effect that he hoped theywould at least fill him up with something to eat before making him liedown for the night.
"I wonder where he can be right now?" Harry was whispering, as hemanaged to cast his eyes around the bordering rocks, without doing itin such an open manner as to invite suspicion, in case any of therustlers were watching them.
"Of course you mean dear old Jack," the scout master went on to say;"and I'm hoping he's at the ranch by this time, telling his story tothe Colonel."
"I can shut my eyes and see the riot there'd be in that case," musedHarry, with a sigh; "every puncher would be wanting to join the rescuebunch, and the herds might go hang for one night. But Ned, perhaps hefollowed us up here?"
"Yes, that might be so," admitted the other scout.
"Meaning to try and get us loose all by himself," added Harry, huskily,as if the very thought of such a thing caused him to tremble witheagerness.
"It would be a great feat if Jack could manage it," admitted Ned,longingly, "and I've got a lot of faith in our chum; but somehow I hopehe's chosen to make for the ranch and get the boys started this way."
"Queer they didn't bother doing much hunting for Jack, did they?"pursued Harry.
"Oh! you heard what the leader said, that it was too smoky andunpleasant down in the canyon, and that they'd come back in the morningto look him up. Little do they care whether he's living or dead.They're a heartless bunch; and I'd like to see them caught in a net.You can see they've got some of their women folks along, and that thisis like a regular border village. There's a pack of dogs, and over inthat cabin I've counted as many as four children--all with hair thatlooks like it had never known a comb and clothes that would shame anIndian squaw. But the men are a tough lot, and all they seem to carefor is playing cards, drinking, smoking and stealing cattle."
The night had settled down by now. It was dark at first, because themoon would not rise until a little later, being now past its full.
Greatly to the relief of Jimmy one of the women brought them over somesupper, such as it was. They were hungry enough to forget itsshortcomings, though Jimmy did complain a little that they saw thebottom of the kettle too soon to suit him, and that he just knew he'dwake up feeling starved long before dawn. But then Ned and Harry wereso used to hearing their comrade let out this sort of a wail that theylet it pass by, without extending him any sympathy.
"Now for a night of it!" Harry said, later on, after they had beensitting there, watching the strange scene until they began to feelsleepy.
"But how are we goin' to sleep without our blankets?" Jimmy wanted toknow.
"We might ask for some," Ned told him, "but honest now, I'd feel alittle queer about snuggling down in some of the coverings I've noticedaround here."
"Same with me," added Harry, shuddering, "because I'm silly enough tobe a little particular about the blanket I get my face down in. Ifthey'd only let us crawl in out of the night air, that tumbledown cabinclose by would suit the bill. Suppose you beckon to that leader fellowand ask him, Ned?"
So when Ned managed to catch the eye of the party he believed to be themuch wanted Clem Parsons, he invited him to come over to where theysat, which the man did, though with a frown on his scarred face and anugly look in his eye that the boys did not like any too well.
"It gets pretty cool toward morning and as we haven't any blankets,would you mind if we crawled inside that deserted cabin there tosleep?" Ned asked.
"So you can get your heads together and try to skip out, is that whatyou're after?" the rustler demanded, harshly. "Well, this place is asgood as anything you'll get, so make the most of it. Tomorrow we'remeaning to fix you up, so as to let old Colonel Job know what we thinkof him. Perhaps he'll have a special cage built to keep his prize fowlsin when you get back to Double Cross Ranch. We owe him a long bill, andthink we see a chance to pay it before we quit this region for our newlocation down in Arizona. Now shut up and don't give us any bother, orI'll let Hy Adams loose on you. He wanted to have a quirt jubilee rightaway, with you boys tied to stakes, and every puncher being allowedthree cuts at your bare shoulders. But I said, 'Wait till morning forthe fun.'"
With that he turned on his heel and left them, Jimmy with wide-openmouth and trembling with indignation.
"D'ye think now he meant that, or was he playin' hocus-pocus with usboys?" was what Jimmy asked, as soon as he could catch his breath.
"I'd like to believe it was in the nature of a joke," Ned told him,"and that he was only trying to make us feel bad during the rest of thenight; but from all I've heard about Clem Parsons, he's a cold-bloodedscamp, and I'm afraid he means to do something to us, Harry, that willmake your Uncle Job furious. He said they meant to leave this part ofthe country, and on that account it's likely they'll go further than ifthey expected to stay around here right along."
"Gee! I'm sorry to hear that," Harry observed, and it could be seenthat the boy must be considerably worked up, for Harry seldom usedslang of any kind.
As for Jimmy, he ground those strong white teeth of his and muttered tohimself in a fashion that told how excited he was.
"There he is talking with that big rustler now," Harry remarked, aminute later; "the one you think must be Hy Adams, and who hurried overto join the leader after he saw him leave us. See the giant swinginghis arms, and hear him growl like thunder in the distance. Now, whatd'ye think he can be asking of Clem Parsons, Ned? D'ye expect he wantsto have that nice little practice whipping-bee right away, and not waitfor morning to come?"
"I don't know, but something's bothering him--that's s
ure--for he keepspointing this way and wagging that great big head of his, like he'dshake it off. Seems to me as though he's winning his point, too,because the other man isn't objecting as much as he did before."
"There, he shrugs his shoulders and turns away, just like he told himto do as he wanted and that as for him, he washed his hands of thewhole business. Oh! what if they do start in to use those cruel quirtson our backs, Ned?"
Ned Nestor turned a little white himself at the very thought; but heclenched his teeth in that determined way of his and said, slowly:
"That would be pretty tough, boys, and I hope it doesn't strike us; butif it should, remember that we're scouts, and supposed to be able tostand pain, like the Indians were taught, without wincing or cryingout."
All of them were watching Hy Adams with uneasy eyes. They seemed toknow from the triumphant glare with which the terror of the hillsobserved them that he must have carried his point with the leader, andwas now only figuring on how he had better proceed.
"Oh! if only I had my Marlin here right now, mebbe I wouldn't put himon the blink in a hurry, though?" Jimmy was sighing; "I'd hold up thecamp and let you fellers find your own guns. Then we'd pick out theones we wanted to keep, and tell the others to clear out. But that'sall a dream, because here I am with only me two fists to back me up,and they wouldn't count against that hog!"
Hy Adams was now talking with several of the most dissipated looking ofthe men. Whatever he might be telling them it seemed to please theothers immensely, for they laughed harshly; and one fellow immediatelystepped over to take down his quirt from where it hung alongside thedoor of a shack.
"There, did you see that?" demanded Harry, "it means whips after all,Ned! Oh! to think of their cruel hearts. Just like we lived down inDelaware, where they have the whipping post going. Can we do anythingto get them to let up on the game?"
"I'm sorry to say not," responded Ned. "Seems as if they'd got to thepoint where they must see the blood flow to satisfy their desire forrevenge. We spoiled their little scheme for getting your uncle's bestherd of prize cattle that he means for exhibition purposes and thisAdams has it in for us on that account."
"Did you ever see such a terrible brute in your born days?" Harryasked, with a shiver of dread, for there were three punchers now whohad laid hold of quirts and amused themselves, cracking the lashes atthe ends of the whips as though desirous of inspiring additional fearin the hearts of the prisoners by making such suggestive sounds.
"Amos was right when he said his step-father was the biggest terroralong the border," Ned admitted. "I've seen some bad men, but never onethat struck you as the howling storm does, and that describes Hy Adams.I'm feeling sorry for Amos, who must get in the way of that ham of afist every once in so often. And that little woman who calls Hy Adamsher husband, just think of how she must suffer when he rages like abull in a china shop?"
"Now he's heading this way, Ned," Harry said half inaudibly, for he wastremendously excited.
"Well, try your level best to show a brave front, Harry, no matter whathappens. We've been in lots of tough places and, somehow, always seemto get out before the worst we've been expecting comes along. I'll tryand talk him out of doing this cowardly thing. Sometimes I seem to beable to swing people around to my way of thinking, you know, Harry."
"Yes, that's so, Ned, you nearly always can; but you're up against itthis time, I'm afraid. He's only a big brute, and chances are he'llstrike you in the mouth if you try and talk him out of doing a thing hewants to carry out. We certainly are in the worst fix of our livesright now."
"Talk to me about the silver linin' of the cloud," burst out Jimmy,"I'd like to see what that means. Here we're in a black hole and theladder's been took away. I'm feeling pretty punk myself; but c'n standit if the rest of you do."
"They always say it's darkest just before dawn, Jimmy," advised Ned,seeking to buoy up the spirits of his two chums more than that he couldhimself see any reason for hope.
The giant, accompanied by a crowd of men and women, advanced toward thespot where the three scouts stood awaiting their coming, for the boyshad scrambled to their feet, anxious to know the worst.
"Peel off!" roared the bulky leader, with some pretty strong additionsto the order that no doubt he fancied were apt to strike terror to thehearts of the trio of khaki-clad boys who had fallen into their hands."Strip them ere jackets oft in a hurry, 'case we's agwine tuh warm yuhup some. Fear'd ye'd git cold in the night, was yuh? We'll fix it so'tyou won't need tuh worry 'bout feelin' the chill o' the night air.Quick now, git bare down tuh the waist, er we'll hev tuh help ye strip!"
Ned did not say a word of protest. He realized then and there that sucha thing would be on the same principle as waving a red flag in front ofan enraged bull.
He looked at Harry and Jimmy and then began to unbutton his faded khakicoat, while the impatient giant started to snap his quirt viciouslyclose to their ears, as though he could hardly wait until the time cameto use it on their shrinking flesh.
They did not dare linger too long, and yet it was without any heartthat the chums began to disrobe. Who could blame them for theirhesitation and the beseeching looks they fastened on the red face ofthe big bully of the camp. But water falling on the rock would make asmuch impression as these looks seemed to do on Hy Adams.
They were down to the last garment when Harry uttered a little cry.
"Look, oh, look, Ned, who's coming into camp!" he whispered; but Jimmymust have also caught the words, for he immediately added:
"Sure, it's little Amos and his poor maw; mebbe they know the camp'sagoin' to be busted up and they got orders from the boss to come here,so's to travel along with the rest. But shucks! Little Amos and his mawcan't help us any. They just come in time to see the circus--that'sall!"
And yet, strange as it might seem, a tiny glow of hope struggled up inNed's heart; just as though the coming of those two helpless ones mightbe the straw that was meant to swing the balance again in their favor,he knew not how!
CHAPTER XXII.
THE REAL BOSS--CONCLUSION.
Ned saw Amos, who was leading a couple of burros loaded with stuffapparently from the cabin on the creek, stop and stare at them. Then hedropped the ropes by which he was leading the pack animals, andclutching his mother's dress pointed excitedly toward the spot wherethe drama was being conducted.
Just what he may have said Ned did not know, but to his astonishmentboth Amos and his "maw" started toward them, almost running in theireagerness to get there.
Some one among the rustlers must have seen them coming, for Neddiscovered that broad smiles were spreading over the faces of the mennearest him, and he wondered why this should be.
He knew very soon.
Hy Adams was bustling around and roaring as was his wont, because hesaw the boys ceasing their efforts to disrobe, as he had ordered.
"I done tole yuh what yuh'd git 'less yuh hurried, and take that!" heshouted at the top of his terrible voice, as he aimed a vicious cut atthe nearest scout, who happened to be Jimmy.
The quirt struck him squarely across his shoulders, and as there wasonly a thin garment to protect the skin, Jimmy gave utterance to aninvoluntary yell, though there may have possibly been more of anger inthe outcry than distress.
Then something unexpected happened. That stinging quirt was snatchedfrom the uplifted hand of the bully, and, as he whirled to see whodared interfere with his pleasure, he seemed rooted to the spot todiscover the blazing face of a wiry little woman thrust close up to his.
"What's all this mean, Hy Adams, you big hulking coward!" she shrilledin tones that could be heard all over the camp; "here you darin' towhip the brave boys that saved our Amos from bein' drawed down in aquicksand! I told 'em when they stopped in to see me that I'd doanything I could to pay 'em back, and seems like the time has comesooner'n we thought it would. Jest drap them whips--all of ye! Thereain't agoin' to be any fun like that to-night, you hear me, Hy Ada
ms?Tell the pack to clear out. Hurry up now, and do what I say, or I'llhumble you afore the hull crowd!"
There never was such a complete change in a man as had come over thegiant. In that apparently meek little woman he knew of old that he hadhis boss. Ned understood now plainly enough what Amos meant every timehe mentioned his step-father as being such a bully that men jumped todo his bidding; and, on each occasion, wound up with a few mysteriouswords that, at the time, had piqued his, Ned's, curiosity very much.
Hy Adams glared at his wife for a full minute; but if anything hersnapping eyes blazed with more fire than ever. Then he wilted, as astarched linen collar is likely to do on a hot summer day.
"Shore, it's all right, Belinda, if yuh sez so," he said weakly, "wewas jest agivin' 'em a little skeer tuh pay up fur them havin' knockedus out o' a bully lot o' prize steers. But I sure reckons as how theybeen punished enough. Turn around, boys, and let it go till mornin',when we'll kerry out our plans."
"Not if they mean any harm acomin' to these boys, just put that in yerpipe and smoke it, Hy Adams," his wife told him, as she shook her forefinger under his nose; then she suddenly thrust her whole hand againsthis face, and continued: "Now, make yerself skeerce, 'cause I wants totalk with these boys. But I'll be awatchin' you, Hy Adams, don't forgitthat. And I allers keep my word, you know."
Then Ned understood what Amos had meant when he said there were "highold times" at home every time this big step-father of his came around,and that his visits were getting less numerous.
After that the boys had it easier. Mrs. Adams even got out severalblankets of her own from the bundles on the pack animals and loanedthem to the scouts; but all of them wished she hadn't been so kind, forthey felt that now they must of necessity make use of the coverings,and it hurt some.
By degrees the camp quieted down. Jimmy was long since fast asleep, butthen Jimmy could get in that condition with only half a chance. Harryhad remained wakeful quite a while, but Ned believed he, too, must havecrossed over, for at times he was able to catch the regular breathingof his chum that seemed to tell of slumber and oblivion, so far asworries went.
Ned could not manage to forget himself. He turned from side to side andassumed all sorts of fresh attitudes, but his brain seemed too entirelyactive, for even when he closed his eyes he kept on thinking ofeverything under the sun.
So midnight came and went.
The small hours of the night had now arrived and, sure enough, acoolness began to spread about that made Ned draw that blanket upcloser to his face, much as he disliked doing so.
Once, as he was turning to avoid some small object that felt like aroot and bored into his ribs under the double blanket, he saw somethingmoving over among the bushes. Looking a second time, Ned was sure itmust be a handkerchief. Then it vanished and something else took itsplace, which he made out to be the face of a man.
Evidently the party must have been trying to catch his attention, forimmediately he looked in that direction he saw the other make a warninggesture and then drop down again out of sight.
Ned was thrilled, for he understood from this significant sign thathelp must be at hand. Who the man was he could not positively say. Itmay have been Colonel Job; then again he rather fancied that it wasChunky, the lanky puncher, for whom all the scouts had conceived such aliking.
Lying there Ned waited to see what was going to happen.
He could hear the pawing of ponies that were secured near by. A dogbayed the moon, as his kind have a weakness for doing at a certain timeof each month. Other sounds there were, too, such as might be expectedin a camp like that of the roaming cattle thieves.
Then Ned began to notice movements here and there. He fancied that thecamp was being surrounded, and how his heart thrilled with rapture atthe thought. Unable to keep the secret to himself, he kicked Harry inthe shins, and before that worthy could voice an indignant protest, Nedwas whispering the inspiring truth in his ear.
In turn Harry told Jimmy, so that presently the three chums were lyingthere trying to catch fugitive glimpses of what was going on withoutexciting the suspicion of the cattle poachers.
Then there was a sudden loud cry of alarm. A woman, it turned out, haddiscovered the lurking shadowy figures in the bushes, when she awokefeeling feverish in the night, and started for the spring close by inorder to quench her thirst.
After that it was like a volcano when the whole top blows out. Therewere loud shouts and yells and screams; there came the quick detonationof firearms and the shrieks of women and children.
The rustlers were taken quite by surprise, and besides a bunch of theDouble Cross punchers the sheriff and his big posse was on hand, benton wiping out the reproach that had so long existed in his territory,so that the camp was pretty well surrounded on every side.
In spite of all precautions, however, when the turmoil and excitementwere at their height, some of the men managed to break away and escape,at least for the time being.
Neither Hy Adams nor the leader, Clem Parsons, were among these luckyones. Ned himself had been quick to act. He had noticed so many thingssince coming to the rustlers' camp that he could put his finger on thespot where his rifle as also the weapons of his chums had been stowed.And his first act was to fling himself into that tent with all theeagerness of a hungry hawk.
He had met a man crawling out and collided with him in such a cleverway that the fellow was knocked senseless, while the only damage Nedsustained was a lump on the side of his head, which later on yielded totreatment and witch hazel.
No sooner had he found his rifle than Ned was off, in hopes of runningacross the leader of the rustlers, Clem Parsons, the man who had one ofthe most checkered careers back of him known to Secret Serviceofficials.
Once again luck was with Ned, for he came upon the tall man with thescar on his left cheek just as he was making headlong for theneighboring rocks. If he had once passed from the sight of those whowere busily engaged capturing the camp, there was every reason tosuspect that the foxy rascal would not be come up with in a hurry again.
"Halt! throw up your hand, Clem Parsons. I've got a warrant for yourarrest. The Government wants you at Washington, and I've been asked tofetch or send you there. This rifle shoots true, and my finger is onthe trigger, so go slow if you know what's good for you!"
The rascal saw that he was in a trap and that so long as that gun boreon him he would be next door to crazy to attempt any hostile move. SoNed called to Jack, whom he saw close by, to come and tie the hands ofClem Parsons behind his back until he could borrow a pair of steelhandcuffs from the sheriff.
Hy Adams was also in limbo. He had fought like a tiger, for he waspossessed of a spirit of ferocity that could stand up before anythingbut the will of his little meek-looking wife; but a glancing blow froma clubbed gun knocked him out, and the sheriff had him fastened up soall his enormous strength was of no avail by the time his wits cameback to him again.
Some of the rustlers managed to escape, but the gang was broken up forgood as both leaders had fallen into the grip of the law. To finishwith Clem Parsons it might be said that the scouts found a chance tosend him on to where he was wanted and that in due time he received along sentence.
Hy Adams is still in a Nevada penitentiary, and will be considerablyolder if he lives to complete the sentence he received, as a stealer ofcattle and horses. Amos and his mother removed to a town, where the boycould attend school. Colonel Job and his wife interested themselves inMrs. Adams and saw that she was placed in a position where she couldearn a good living doing sewing for the people of the neighboringranches. Amos expects to soon take his place as a regular puncher onthe pay roll of the Double Cross, for boy that he is he has proven tobe as expert at rounding up and branding cattle as any veteran might be.
Of course, having carried out his mission, Ned could enjoy all thatfollowed with a free heart. And Harry, too, soon came to the conclusionthat it would be a very good and profitable investment; so that hisaccounts of what the ranch was capable of p
roducing soon convinced hisfather, who had every faith in the boy's judgment. Of course, ColonelJob and Mr. Henshaw were delighted with the glowing prospect thatopened out before them.
What glorious times Ned and his three scout chums did have during theperiod of their stay on the plains. They explored every nook withinthree days' journey, and even took a run over to the famous ColoradoCanyon, where Harry was able to feast his eyes to his heart's contenton the strange rock homes of those cliff dwellers, the Moqui Indians;and Jack took myriads of pictures of what they saw while in thegigantic cleft that is reckoned one of the seven wonders of the world.
The vacation was all too short, and in the joy of the present theycould even, for the time being, forget the terrible suffering they hadendured while making their way across country from Los Angeles, firstby automobile and then with pack mules purchased from a prospectingparty that was starting back home disgusted with the hard luck that hadpursued them.
When the time came to say good-bye to the Double Cross Ranch and thepunchers who had come to think so highly of the scouts, Ned and histhree chums felt almost broken hearted. They would never forget allthey had gone through with on this wonderful trip; and what with thecopious notes taken on the way, while the stirring incidents were stillfresh in their memories, and the abundance of fine pictures Jackcarried back with him, it would seem as though less fortunate membersof the troop might get a pretty good idea of what had happened to theirfour comrades.
Of course, Ned and his chums were bound to see other stirringadventures, and we only trust that it may be our privilege to writesome of them up for the pleasure of those boys who delight to read ofbrave hearts and intrepid souls among the wearers of the khaki.
THE END.
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2. The Bird Boys on the Wing; or, Aeroplane Chums in the Tropics.
3. The Bird Boys Among the Clouds; or, Young Aviators in a Wreck.
4. Bird Boys' Flight; or, A Hydroplane Round-up.
5. Bird Boys' Aeroplane Wonder; or, Young Aviators on a Cattle Ranch.
CANOE AND CAMPFIRE SERIES By St. George Rathborne
1. Canoe Mates in Canada; or, Three Boys Afloat on the Saskatchewan.
2. Young Fur Takers; or, Traps and Trails in the Wilderness.
3. The House Boat Boys; or, Drifting Down to the Sunny South.
4. Chums in Dixie; or, The Strange Cruise in the Motor Boat.
5. Camp Mates in Michigan; or, With Pack and Paddle in the Pine Woods.
6. Rocky Mountain Boys; or, Camping in the Big Game Country.
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