THROUGH THE LINES AGAIN.
THERE could be no doubt of the truth of the startling declaration
of Bell Rickard. He had no object in deceiving the trapper, for his
failure to produce Nick Ribsam deprived him of the liberal ransom
agreed upon by the representative of Herbert Watrous.
He stated that he had told his prisoner of the plan he had in view, so
that the youth might be relieved of all dread of violence or harm, and
could be content to abandon whatever plans he had in mind of escape. He
assured him that, even if he succeeded in getting away, he would be in
greater danger than ever, since the chances were against his finding
his friends, while the Apaches were quite sure to find him.
Nick seemed to be impressed with this view, and Rickard and Slidham
concluded that he meant to wait patiently for his release by the
method explained to him. It now looked as if Nick had succeeded in
outwitting his captors, after all, and that his apparent resignation
was meant to deceive them into relaxing their watchfulness.
Although the two men and boy were observed by Kimmaho and his warriors
as they rode up to the adobe structure, they were able to enter and
secure the massive door before the Apaches could interfere. Rickard
assured Nick that it was a fortunate thing for them, since they would
have been badly caught but for the refuge, where they could laugh at
the enmity of ten times that number of warriors.
If the criminal had felt any misgivings as to the intentions of Nick,
they were removed by this time; for, after having refused all the
chances offered him, who would suppose that he would place himself
in the most imminent peril possible from the Apaches, when he had no
knowledge that his friends were within a hundred miles?
Nevertheless he was gone. When Rickard found the trapper at the door,
he asked Nick to remain in another part of the building until the
interview was over. It struck him that it was better that he should not
listen to the negotiations, though he was willing to bring him forward
when asked to do so.
The criminal indicated no particular one of the dozen apartments
opening on the courtyard, several of which were intended for the use of
horses. The front of the building consisted of two stories, with four
large rooms, but the other portion was only a single story in height.
When Eph asked for a few words with the boy, Rickard sent Slidham out
to bring him in. The man expected to find him at once, but as he moved
from one apartment to another, calling to him in a suppressed voice
and hearing nothing in reply, he began to fear something was amiss.
However, he completed the circuit, including the four large apartments
in front and the room where they had placed their ponies.
Since he carried no light, it was easy for the youth to keep out of
sight; but Slidham could think of no reason for his doing this, and
he returned to his chief with the word that he believed the prisoner
had “vamosed the ranch.” Deeming it incredible, Rickard set out to
make the search thorough. He carried no light, but was fully supplied
with matches, and he burned several in each apartment, until he had
scrutinized the entire interior, and made sure the youth had not fallen
asleep or was hiding.
It so happened that the stables were the last place visited. Rickard
was holding the tiny match above his head, anxiously awaiting the
moment when its light should reveal the whole interior, when Slidham
touched his arm, and, pointing at the ponies, whispered:
“There’s only _two_ of them!”
“You’re right,” replied the leader; “it’s his horse too that is gone.”
It was true: the faithful Jack that had stood by his master so long was
not in sight. All doubt was removed, and Rickard hastened to where he
had left Eph Bozeman and told the astounding news.
The criminal proved his earnestness by asking the trapper to help him
in repeating the search, and he did so, visiting every room in the
building, but without gaining sight of the missing youth.
“Great guns!” exclaimed Eph, “how did we come to forgit it?”
He started on a run for the main door. The others were at his heels,
for they knew what the action meant. If Nick had stolen out and
galloped off, he must have left the entrance open for anyone to enter.
The instant the Apaches discovered it they would swarm through, for, as
has been shown, the presence of the few white men within rendered them
furiously eager to enter when otherwise they would have cared not at
all.
Even such a veteran as Eph Bozeman shuddered on reaching the heavy
doors to find them unfastened, so that a small child could have passed
through from the outside with no trouble.
“If the varmints had only knowed that!” he said, after helping to
secure it again.
This of course changed all the conditions and brought the men in front
of a new and alarming problem. Since they were assured that Nick
Ribsam, in spite of the danger from the Apaches, had ridden out of the
front of the building, and his present whereabouts were unknown, beyond
the simple fact that he was not present, Eph Bozeman felt that he could
not get back to his friends too soon with the news, and decide upon an
immediate line of action to help the rash youth.
Rickard renewed his proposal that the others should dash into the
building and stay there until all danger passed. The Apaches would be
certain to discover them in the morning if not before, and the three
hunters and single youth could not maintain themselves against Kimmaho
and his band.
This offer would have been accepted without hesitation, but for the
desertion it forced of Nick Ribsam. The entire course of his friends
for days past was with the single view of helping him, and it would not
do to leave him now when his peril had been increased a hundredfold.
But admitting all this, the question rose, as to what possible way
there was of aiding the young man, who had done that which Eph Bozeman
could not understand, after hearing so much of his brightness.
Indeed, he more than half suspected that he had already fallen into the
hands of the Apaches. His own passing of their lines was of the most
difficult nature, as the reader has learned, and it looked impossible
for it to be done a second time, and by one who knew so little of those
subtle red men.
The fact that Nick was mounted ought to have been of great help in the
event of discovery, for his pony was as fleet as the fleetest of the
Apache steeds, but those ferocious raiders would find little trouble in
entrapping the boldest white man who ventured within sight of them on
so dark a night.
Be the conclusion what it may, the necessity of the trapper returning
to the Texans was obvious. He told Rickard that he would try it at
once, and no decision could be reached until after a talk with them.
“If we agree to make a break for these quarters, it’ll be just as it is
growin’ light,” said he.
“I’ll be on the lookout,” replied Rickard, “and you can feel certain
there won’t be any trouble in gettin’ in.”
With this understanding a careful survey was taken of the ground
immediately in front, and, nothing being seen of the Apaches, the
visitor stepped outside. He had spent several hours within the
building, and knew his friends were wondering at his long absence, but
he now did a thing for which there seemed no justification.
Fairly without the door, he moved aside a few paces, as if to leave,
but instead of doing so, stood motionless, with his back against the
outer wall. He was listening for something besides Apache warriors,
and by and by he heard it; it was the noise made by Bell Rickard in
refastening the heavy doors. He had waited until he believed his caller
was gone too far to return, when he secured himself and companion
against the common enemy.
The moment the door was locked Eph stepped noiselessly forward and
stooped down. It was too dark for him to see distinctly, but he could
feel as well as ever, and he passed his hands back and forth over the
earth, as if he had lost a valuable coin and was searching for it
through the sense of touch alone.