Ted Strongs Motor Car

by Taylor, Edward C

  "Oh, I'll bring him in, all right, if I get him."

  "So long!"

  "So long! Come on, Stella, we'll have to kick dust if we're going to connect with that old party."

  They dashed down the street, followed by an equal mingling of smiles and frowns. Smiles from the cow-punchers and townspeople whose champion he had been, and frowns from the gamblers.

  But they saw neither, for they were intent upon their business. They made a mighty handsome couple as they dashed along, for they were well mounted and both were perfect riders.

  Many a young girl walking along the street looked enviously after Stella, and wished she could ride as well and was as beautiful. And many a lad looked after his ideal of a hero of the West, dashing and brave Ted Strong, who had so lately vanquished the bully who had been feared of all men, and who could ride like a centaur, and shoot perfectly.

  It did not take long for them to clear the town, and dash out onto the prairie road which led into the Wichita Mountains.

  They did not spare their horses, for Ted knew that if Norris once succeeded in reaching the mountains it would be almost impossible to find him among the many fastnesses and deep and rough cañons which abound in those most picturesque hills and peaks.

  While Ted knew the Wichita Mountains well, he was also aware that even the most expert scout did not know all about them, and that there were places in them that had never been explored, unless, perhaps, by renegade Indians and white outlaws, with which the mountains had at times been infested.

  They had ridden an hour or more when Ted pulled in his pony.

  "No use riding our ponies to death the first heat," he said to Stella, with a smile.

  "My cayuse is good for another hour," said Stella; "I can tell by the way he's going under me."

  "Yours would last because you're such a light and easy rider. You take weight off a pony. But I'm a good deal heavier, and I can feel this fellow tiring, although he'd go until he dropped in his tracks if I'd let him."

  They walked their ponies over the springy sod beside the road, which was becoming fainter the farther they got from the town. In the distance they could see the mountains, a dark mass against the sky.

  "Some one on the road," said Stella, pointing ahead.

  "It is a little hazy. Dust, I guess," said Ted. "I think we better hit it up a bit. Perhaps it is Norris and his precious 'grandson,' and if it is we'll get to them before they get to the mountains."

  They put their ponies, at a lope, and seemed to be catching up with the dust cloud rapidly. Soon they were able to distinguish two riders.

  "By Jove, I believe we are on the right track," said Ted.

  Stella's bright eyes had been watching the riders in front of them for some time.

  "Ted, it's not Norris. There are two riders, one behind the other, and they are coming this way," she said.

  Ted reined in his pony, and took a long look.

  "You're right, Stella," he said. "But, perhaps, we can get some news of the fugitives from them."

  Again they spurred forward.

  "Ted, that's Kit, as sure as you live," cried Stella, "I'd know him anywhere."

  In a few minutes they were within hailing distance, and Ted gave the long yell, which was answered, and in a few minutes they were reining in beside Kit. Behind him, securely bound to the back of Magpie, was old man Norris, who looked very crestfallen.

  "Hello, Kit, you rascal, I see that you got him," said Ted.

  "You bet, and a merry chase I had after him," answered Kit.

  "Why, Kit, what's the matter with your arm?" cried Stella.

  Kit's arm was hanging by his side, and his coat sleeve near his shoulder was stained with blood.

  "Shot!" answered Kit laconically.

  "Bad?" asked Stella anxiously.

  "Not so very. Just touched the bone. But it has been bleeding like the deuce."

  "Ted, take charge of the prisoner. Kit, get off that horse and let me see that wound."

  Stella's commands were promptly obeyed, and Kit groaned slightly as Stella helped him off with his coat and cut away his sleeve. He had received a nasty flesh wound near the shoulder, made by a ball of large caliber, which had passed clear through.

  As soon as she had washed the wound with water from Ted's canteen, and had bound it up, Kit felt much more comfortable.

  "How did it happen?" asked Stella.

  "I heard that the old man and the jockey had made a sneak from the grounds when Ted was having his fun with the big fellow, and I got my bronc and followed them. I came up with them a ways back, and made the old duffer halt, but the jock potted me and got away. That's all."

  CHAPTER XXX.

  KIT'S TROUBLESOME PRISONER.

  "Kit, you're the most reckless boy I ever knew," said Stella, as he climbed into his saddle with some effort, for his arm was stiff and swollen, and it was all he could do to keep from groaning with every jump of his pony.

  "What in the world made you start after them alone?" asked Ted.

  "Well, you were busy with the big bully, and, although I felt certain that you would get the best of him in the end, I thought it wouldn't be good policy to take any of the boys with me, in case there should be a general fight. I know you would need all the fellows."

  "Well, but, dog-gone you, you ought to have taken some one," said Ted. "How did you know but the old man and the jockey were not dangerous fellows? Men in their business are generally bad actors when it comes to a scrimmage."

  "Oh, I thought I could handle them," laughed Kit. "And I could, too, only I got careless, and let that jockey get the drop on me. The old man knuckled under gracefully when I presented my card."

  "Did you get the old man after you were shot?"

  "Yes. You see, this was how it was: I got sight of them a short ways ahead of me. They were evidently saving their horses, for they were traveling slowly."

  "Didn't they get next that they were being followed?"

  "I don't think so. They saw only one rider, and I suppose they thought that if they were pursued at all it would be by several men, and they were confident that with their horses they could run away from anything we had except Hatrack."

  "It's a wonder they didn't light out quick."

  "I think they figured to save their horses until they were sure they were being followed."

  "Then what happened?"

  "I saw them look back at me several times, but they did not hit up their speed any."

  "Were you fogging along pretty fast?"

  "Not so very. You see, I didn't want them to think that I was on their trail. I went just fast enough to overtake them gradually. If they had got on to me they would have been out of sight before I could gather up my reins."

  "Foxy Kit," said Stella.

  "And they let you come right up with them?" asked Ted.

  "Yep. I was right up on them before they got on to me."

  "They recognized you, eh?"

  "They did when I was about twenty feet away. Then I heard the old man holler, 'It's one o' them dern broncho boys.'"

  "And then what?"

  "Well, you see, I didn't have my gun out, and, as he says that, the jockey pulls and fires one shot, which landed in my arm. Then, before I can reach around and get my gun out with my left hand, he gets away. But the action was too quick for the old man, and he sat still until I had him covered, when I had sent a couple of balls after the jock to make him hit up the pace a bit."

  "The old man was easy, eh?"

  "Easiest kind. But he might have got away from me if he had the nerve."

  "Well, Kit, you did a great stunt. I'm mighty glad you landed the old coot. But I don't know what to do with him now that we have him."

  "Well, we better take him to town, anyway. He'd get lost if we turned him loose out here. Let his friends take care of him, when he gets there."

  "All right; let's move on."

  Not much was said as they made their way back to town. Old man Norris did not open his m
outh, but looked dejected and sad, as if he was brooding over what would happen to him when he arrived at his destination. He was plainly uneasy, and probably wished they would turn him loose.

  When they were within a mile of the town they saw a cloud of dust approaching them rapidly, and watched it curiously. It was a horseman, fogging along at a rapid pace.

  Finally out of the dust emerged Bud Morgan, and as he came abreast of them he pulled his horse down on its haunches.

  "Howdy?" he said.

  "How?" answered the others.

  "So yer got ther ole pelican, eh?" said Bud, with a grin.

  "Kit did," said Ted.

  "Bully for you, Kit," said Bud heartily. "I was in town, an' a feller from over to Running Water told me you and Stella had come out this way, an' I follered. What's the matter with your arm, Kit?"

  "Got a shot through it."

  "Sho! Did that old pirate give it to you?"

  "No, the jockey, and then he flew."

  "I've got a good mind to go after him, an' bring him in."

  "Wouldn't do any good. At the rate he was going when I sent a message after him, he's clear into the suburbs of Chicago by this time."

  They were soon on the outskirts of the town, and as they entered the main street they saw a crowd of men coming toward them.

  "Here comes a reception committee," said Ted. "Wonder who they are, and what they want."

  "By Jove, there's that big fellow Shan Rhue," exclaimed Kit. "I wonder what he's after."

  "I thought he had enough o' our kind o' medicine not to want ter tackle us so soon again," said Bud.

  "I don't like the looks of that gang," said Ted.

  "Neither do I," said Stella. "I've a hunch that they mean mischief."

  "In what way?" asked Ted.

  "Well, I can't exactly define the feeling I have, but somehow I think they don't want us."

  "Eh? Whom do they want?"

  For reply Stella made a motion toward Norris. Ted looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then comprehended.

  "I see," he said seriously. "Well, they won't get him."

  "Bud, where are the other boys?" asked Stella.

  "Uptown som'er's. Why?" said Bud.

  "They ought to be here," said the girl seriously. "I think we'll be needing them soon."

  "I tumble, an' I'll jest fog on ahead an' gather them up."

  "Yes," said Ted. "and while you're about it see if you can't find that foreman of the Running Water Ranch, and have him round up his boys or a few good fellows who will back us up if it comes to trouble. I don't know what his name is, do you?"

  "Yes, his name is Andy Bowles, an' he's as good as three ordinary men."

  "Then fly. There's no telling what's coming off."

  Bud gave his pony the rowels, and in a moment was out of sight in a cloud of dust. Ted and the others rode steadily forward, the two parties approaching nearer every moment.

  The party headed by Shan Rhue had taken to the middle of the road, and soon they had come together, and both halted. For a moment nothing was said.

  Ted was in advance, holding the reins of the pony on which Norris was tied hand and foot, Stella was on one side of Norris, and Kit on the other.

  "Well?" said Ted inquiringly, as they came face to face.

  He looked directly at Shan Rhue as he said it, then allowed his eyes to wander over the crowd. In it he saw some of the toughest characters in that part of the country.

  They were men who bore the reputation of being cattle rustlers on provocation, and who had been suspected of horse stealing and other crimes.

  "We want that man," said Shan Rhue shortly and roughly.

  "Is that so?" said Ted, with feigned surprise.

  "Yes, that's so," was the surly reply.

  "Then why didn't you go out and get him?"

  "We left that to you," said Shan, with a nasty laugh.

  "Then you'll still leave him to me."

  "Well, we want him, and that's all there is to it."

  "What do you want with him?"

  "We'll show you when we get him."

  "It's a cinch you won't get him until you do show me."

  "Now, I don't want to have any trouble with you, young feller, but—"

  "I shouldn't think you would."

  At this retort a snicker went up in the crowd, and Shan turned upon his followers with a brow like a thundercloud. But he said nothing, as the snicker subsided as soon as it began.

  "And I don't want any of your lip, either. Give us the old man peaceable, an' you can go."

  "Say, that's real good of you. But I want to tell you one thing, Shan Rhue, before you lose any more breath in conversation, you don't get him unless you tell me what you propose doing with him, and perhaps not then. It's up to me to say who gets him, or what is done with him. You seem to forget that he's my prisoner, not yours."

  "Well, I'll tell you what we're going to do with him," said the bully, with a blustering air. "We're goin' to hang him as high as that telegraph pole out thar."

  "Bet you anything you've got you don't," said Ted, with a pleasant smile.

  There was a murmur of anger in the crowd.

  "Don't let them get me," wailed old Norris.

  "Dry up!" said Stella sternly. "Don't you see he's trying to save you."

  "Why do you want to hang this old man?" asked Ted.

  "Because he whipsawed us all. He's the only one who got any money out of that race. We gave him five hundred dollars to pull it off. He was broke, and couldn't have bet a cent on it, anyway. That's why. He said his horse would win in a walk, and every one of us went broke on it."

  "Good! I'm glad to hear it," said Ted heartily. "You ought to have lost. But I'll tell you one thing, the old man really thought his horse would win. He didn't know that Bud's horse was the old Mexican racer, Chiquita; neither did any of us except Bud, who kept the matter to himself, and there you are. The old man is a professional skin, I'm free to confess, but he was out to skin us, not you. You've got nothing against him. You were beaten by gambler's luck, and now you're not game to stand by it. But there is one sure thing, you'll not get old Norris from me until you kill me. That's a cinch."

  "You're a game kid, all right," said Shan Rhue, "but you're committing suicide with that kind o' talk. I didn't lose so much myself, an' I ain't got nothin' agin' the ole man; it's you I'm after—"

  "Why didn't you come alone if you wanted me? Was it necessary for you to bring a whole posse with you?"

  "Now, the less I hear of that kind o' talk, the easier it will be for you. Hand over the old gaffer, an' go your way peaceful. You'll get that much chance."

  "Thank you for nothing. I stay by the old man."

  Farther up the street Ted saw a commotion out of which evolved a party of men moving in his direction. He had no doubt it was Bud and Andy Bowles, the foreman of the Running Water Ranch.

  "For the last time, give up that man!" commanded Shan Rhue.

  "No."

  "Then we'll take him."

  Kit had cut the old man's bonds, and thrust a revolver into his hand.

  "Fight for your life," he said.

  With a roar the mob was upon them. Revolvers were drawn, and as they rushed forward the dauntless three surrounded Norris—three against fifty.

  "Halt!" cried Ted. "The first man to lay a hand on any of us is a dead one."

  "Go on an' take him. I'll attend to the kid," shouted Shan Rhue.

  "Get him!" "String him up!" "Lynch the old thief!"

  These were the cries with which the mob advanced.

  Out of the mob came several shots. Ted heard a cry of pain behind him, and turned to see Stella reel in her saddle, pale to the lips, with her hand pressing her head, Then she fell.

  With a cry of horror and rage, Ted turned toward her, but just then he felt himself seized and dragged from his saddle. Something struck him on the back of the head, and all became black.

  But as he was going off into unconsciousness he heard a
shout. It was the old Moon Valley yell, and he knew that Norris would be safe.

  Bud was coming with reënforcements. Ted had dropped to the road under the feet of the terrified ponies, and it was a miracle that he was not trampled to death.

  All about him the fight was going on.

  Bud and Andy Bowles, and about twenty men whom they had hastily got together, had come to the rescue, and the gamblers' gang was soon on the run. They had not been able to get near Norris, for Kit had fought them off with his one good arm until, finding themselves attacked in the rear, the would-be lynchers ran for their lives.

  The fight was swift and decisive, and several men lay in the dust when it was over, for Andy Bowles and Bud and Ben had fought like tigers.

  When Ted recovered consciousness again he found himself lying in the road beside Shan Rhue, who had been knocked senseless by a blow from the butt of Bud's pistol.

  Ted staggered to his feet.

  "Where's Stella?" he cried.

  The other boys looked around. Just before the fight began they had seen her, Kit, and the old man, but now she was gone.

  "Stella was wounded," cried Ted. "Where is she? Scatter, men, and find her. She cannot be far away. If anything has happened to her, some one will suffer."

  CHAPTER XXXI.

  STELLA A CAPTIVE.

  We will leave Ted and the broncho boys, to follow the misadventures of Stella.

  After securing Magpie, which was taken back to the cow camp by Kit, who, much against his inclinations, was compelled to go into retirement until his arm healed, Ted released old man Norris, who secured a pony and rode rapidly out of town.

  When Stella fell from the back of her pony to the road she became insensible. A ball from the weapon of one of Shan Rhue's gang had clipped a lock of hair from her forehead, creasing the skull. By a miracle her life was saved, for the merest fraction of an inch lay between her and death.

  During the hurly-burly of the fight, and as Ted was grasped in the powerful arms of Shan Rhue, one of the gang rushed up to her as she lay in the dust and picked her up.

  He was a powerful man, and carried Stella's light body as if she had been a child. That he was not seen by some member of the Running Water outfit was due to the fact that they were too busily engaged in fighting to pay attention to anything else.