AN ASTOUNDING DISCOVERY.
HERBERT noticed, as he went forward, that the fire was sinking so low
as to show that it had not been looked after for some time. Backed
against a bowlder near the spring, it was well protected from the wind,
but had been fanned into a blaze that must have diffused a good deal of
warmth in all directions.
The first mild surprise came to the youth when, on coming close to the
smouldering camp fire, he failed to see Nick. He expected to find him
resting comfortably near at hand, swathed in one of the thick blankets
capable of shutting out every kind of cold except that of a norther,
which will force its way through almost anything.
Stepping forward into the light of the fire, Herbert looked inquiringly
around in the gloom, and called the name of his friend, repeating it
several times with increasing loudness, but with no more result than
in the first instance. Then the youth started out to investigate for
himself.
The discovery that followed was startling. Not only Nick Ribsam, but
his horse, the two pack animals and the pony belonging to Herbert, were
missing! They were nowhere in the neighborhood.
The youth was knocked almost breathless. He came back beside the
smouldering fire and tried to reason connectedly over the situation.
“This is ahead of everything yet,” he said to himself; “it begins to
look as if all actions are tinged with mystery. Nick and I couldn’t
understand why Strubell and Lattin should act as they did this
afternoon, but I am not half as much mystified over that as over this.
Nick and all the horses gone. What can it mean?”
“All that is left me, besides my weapon,” he added with grim feeling,
“is my field glass, but I don’t need that to see what a fix I’m in, and
yet I am more worried about Nick than myself——”
He thought he heard a footfall from the direction of the fork of the
trails. Grasping his Winchester he moved silently back in the gloom,
where he could not be seen by any lurking Indian or white enemy.
“It is Nick returning,” was his thought, as he recognized the hoofs of
an animal.
The next minute his own pony, saddled and bridled, as when he last saw
him, walked forward in the firelight and uttered a faint whinny of
pleasure at sight of his master.
“Heaven bless you!” was the grateful exclamation of Herbert as he met
him and patted his neck; “I feared you were gone for good; but, Jill,
how I wish you could talk that you might tell me all about Nick and the
other horses.”
To say the least, the pony had behaved himself in a singular fashion. I
have told how he was driven along by the norther until he passed beyond
the fork in the trails, Nick Ribsam catching the faint footfalls as he
applied his ear to the ground, which told him the beast was receding.
No doubt there crept into the brain of this sagacious animal a
conviction that he was not doing precisely the right thing in wandering
away from the spot where his master had left him, and where, of course,
he expected to find him on his return.
In addition, the norther, that had brought about this breach of
confidence, subsided to that extent that it was no hardship to face
it. This subsidence, however, did not reach a degree that suited Jill
until he had drifted off for a considerable while. Then he began edging
backward, and, possibly because he divined the intentions of Herbert,
he followed the main trail until he joined his master at the camp fire.
Among the many extraordinary incidents which attended the tour of
Nick and Herbert through the Southwest, probably there was none more
remarkable than the action of the pony Jill and the consequences
flowing therefrom. He drifted away from the scene of several singular
events and remained absent until they were finished. Then he came back,
and had he been a little later or earlier, the whole face of history
might have been changed—that is, so far as it related to the youths I
have named.
Having regained his pony, Herbert was as much perplexed as ever. It
was an invaluable piece of good fortune thus securing his horse, for a
person on the plains without a good steed is in the situation of the
sailor without boat or ship on the ocean; but he was totally at a loss
how to proceed.
The most obvious course was to stay where he was until morning, or
until some kind of knowledge came to him. The Texans had promised to
join him and Nick by daylight and probably before, and it would not
require them long to decide upon the best line to follow. If Nick had
set out along the lower trail to search for him, he must have learned
of his mistake before this; and, though it was curious that the friends
had not met, the younger ought to return to his own camp fire whither
he had summoned Herbert hours before.
The disquieting factor in the situation was the absence of the animals,
and the return of his own; for Herbert could not be expected to know
all about the action of Jill in his encounter with the norther.
He soon became satisfied that a long wait was before him. Accordingly,
the saddle and bridle were removed from the pony, that he might be free
to crop the grass within reach, while his owner spent considerable time
in gathering wood with which to keep the fire going. There was only a
small supply of fuel on hand, and this work was necessary, therefore,
on his part.
The weather had moderated to the extent that it was much the same as
before the norther swept through the hills. The blaze was not needed,
except for its aid in dispelling the oppressive gloom.
Herbert was seated near the fire, and had just looked at his watch and
seen that it was past eleven o’clock, when he was alarmed by several
discharges of rifles. They were dull, but loud enough to prevent any
mistake as to their nature. The direction, too, was easily recognized
as being from the other side of the ridge.
“Nick and I were right,” he said, listening with a rapidly beating
heart; “Strubell and Lattin are having a fight with the horse
thieves—there they go again!”
Two reports in rapid succession were heard, and then came a third and
fourth, followed after an interval of several minutes by other dropping
shots. These were noticed, now and then, during the next hour, after
which, so far as Herbert could judge, everything remained still.
Beyond question, he was right in his belief that a lively scrimmage
had taken place between Bell Rickard, Jim-John the half-breed, and
their companion on one side, and the Texans on the other. As to the
result, no one could tell who was not present, until some one of the
participants was seen.
Though much disturbed by his fear that the cowboys had suffered, a
certain pleasure came to Herbert at this proof of the genuine hostility
between his friends and the rogues. It will be remembered that he had
had troublesome misgivings in this respect. He felt there had been
reason to doubt the honesty of Strubell and Lattin, and that, despite
appearances, an understanding existed between them and the criminals
who were following them so persistently.
The reports of the firearms disproved all this and showed beyond
question that the Texans were good men, ready to defend their property
and the youths with them, no matter how great the risks to themselves.
Herbert had decided to stay where he was until morning or some news
of his friends reached him, and wait he did through the almost
endless night. Toward daylight, he fell into a dreamful sleep, which
lasted until the sun was above the horizon. Then he started up and
stared around, a minute or two passing before he could recall all the
incidents of the preceding night.
His horse had risen from the ground and was cropping the grass; the
fire had smouldered to ashes, and the clear morning was as balmy and
pleasant as its predecessor. Neither Nick nor the Texans were in sight;
but, determined to find out something for himself, he hurriedly saddled
and bridled his pony and galloped down the trail.
[Illustration: “_He reined up, and raised his field-glass to his eye._”
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“They promised to be here before this,” he said, referring to Strubell
and Lattin; “and they would have kept their word, if they had the power
to do so. One, and perhaps both, have been killed, or so badly wounded
that they cannot leave the battle ground.”
At the forks, the plain was so open to the westward that he reined up
and raised his field glass to his eye. He had detected moving bodies in
the distance, and the first view through the telescope showed them with
great clearness.
A small party of horsemen were moving northward, their animals on a
walk. While studying them closely, Herbert’s attention was drawn to one
in particular. He was riding on the extreme right, so that he was the
nearest to him and was in plain sight.
A brief study of this figure left no doubt of the astounding fact that
he was no other than the missing Nick Ribsam himself!