[Illustration: AND TEDDY DID “RIDE ’IM.”
_The X Bar X Boys at the Round-Up_ _Frontispiece_ (_Page 210_)]
THE X BAR X BOYS
AT THE ROUND-UP
BY
JAMES CODY FERRIS
AUTHOR OF “THE X BAR X BOYS ON THE RANCH,”
“THE X BAR X BOYS ON BIG BISON TRAIL,” ETC.
_ILLUSTRATED BY_
WALTER S. ROGERS
NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS
Made in the United States of America
WESTERN STORIES FOR BOYS
By JAMES CODY FERRIS
THE X BAR X BOYS BOOKS
THE X BAR X BOYS ON THE RANCH
THE X BAR X BOYS IN THUNDER CANYON
THE X BAR X BOYS ON WHIRLPOOL RIVER
THE X BAR X BOYS ON BIG BISON TRAIL
THE X BAR X BOYS AT THE ROUND-UP
(OTHER VOLUMES IN PREPARATION)
GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK
Copyright, 1927, by
GROSSET & DUNLAP
_All Rights Reserved_
=The X Bar X Boys at the Round-Up=
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I THE PACK 1
II RESCUE 11
III ROY’S KNIFE 21
IV OVERHEARD 31
V HORTENSE RUNS WILD 41
VI MR. PETERSON’S FORFEIT 51
VII POP WAXES WROTH 59
VIII SOMETHING QUEER 67
IX THE WILD HORSE 76
X ROY’S ROPE 84
XI THE FLYING HAT 91
XII VOICES IN THE NIGHT 101
XIII A DOWN-GRADE PROBLEM 110
XIV THE CRYSTAL GAZER 123
XV MYSTERIOUS DANGER 131
XVI THE START OF THE ROUND-UP 138
XVII DRIVING IN 146
XVIII TEDDY GETS HIS ORDERS 154
XIX INTO THE CORRAL 161
XX THE STRANGE FIRE 167
XXI THE RUSTLERS’ CAMP 174
XXII CAPTIVES 180
XXIII TOO LATE 186
XXIV THE TRAIN OF EMPTIES 193
XXV THE RODEO 201
THE X BAR X BOYS
AT THE ROUND-UP
CHAPTER I
THE PACK
Pulling his pony to a sudden stop, the rider gazed intently at a cloud
of dust sweeping over the horizon. His companion, a slightly younger
lad, with facial characteristics so similar that anyone would have
instantly labeled these two as brothers, reined in his own mount and
likewise stared at the dust cloud.
“Coming?” he asked, more to himself than to his brother.
“Going,” the other answered decidedly. “And he’s not waiting to count
his money, either. I’d like to get a look at that hombre, Teddy.”
“For reasons of your own, I guess,” Teddy Manley responded. Then he
laughed. “And to what may we attribute this sudden curiosity, Roy?”
“You know as well as I do,” Roy Manley answered shortly. “Just about
this time each year I get a craving to know every man who rides as
close to our cattle as that--and you should, too. With round-up so
near, this is no time for fooling.”
“As the African said when the lion sneezed in his face.” Teddy watched
the dust disappear as the distant rider sank down behind a hill. Then
he turned his head slowly, his gaze sweeping over the panorama of
the brown, sun-drenched mountains, walling in the uneven plains like
a gigantic picture frame. “Maybe he’s just viewing the beauties of
nature,” the boy said, and urged his horse forward again.
“Or on his way to Sunday-school on Monday,” Roy responded disdainfully.
“If he’s interested in scenery, what does he ride like that for? He was
sure burning up the ground.”
“Oh, well, I give up,” Teddy declared impatiently. “Give that active
mind of yours a rest, will you? Let’s get on the job again. Golly,
there’s another break! Have the animals around here taken to eating
wire?”
Sliding off his horse and trailing the reins over the animal’s head,
Teddy Manley drew a pair of pliers from his pocket and walked toward
the fence. His brother, grumbling to himself, followed. Riding fence
was not easy work, this late in the year. Somehow, there seemed more
labor to be done in the fall than at any other time. They had repaired
six breaks in the last mile.
“Bring some of that extra wire,” Teddy called, fingering the top strand
of the fence, which dangled loosely. “This will never reach.” He looked
at the break thoughtfully, as though wondering how it had occurred. But
what he said was: “See if my gloves are hanging on my saddle, will you?
My hands are cut now from this stuff.”
“Here’s the wire,” Roy declared, holding out a coil. “And your gloves
are in your back pocket. I’ll anchor this end while you splice. Say,
this looks as though it had been cut!” He seized the wire excitedly and
stared at it. “Look how clean this break is, Teddy!”
“Yea, and look how rusty the other end is, too,” Teddy said
sarcastically. “I just wiped this piece off with my hand. Here--pull
hard now, and we’ll get this together.”
Grunting and straining, Teddy succeeded in forcing the two loose
strands together and fastening them securely. When the task was
finished he mopped the sweat from his face and the two boys remounted.
“Your turn to take the next break,” Teddy asserted, as they rode on.
“Hope it’s a good one.”
“There won’t be any next,” Roy answered. “We’ll have to ride in now and
let someone else start from here to-morrow. We’re supposed to be at the
ranch this evening to talk to those two birds from Iowa--the Lefton
brothers. Me, I don’t like ’em! But dad seems to think that they’ll
take at least twelve hundred head, so we’ll have to dicker with ’em, I
guess. Hope we get a good price.”
“Why don’t you like ’em?” Teddy asked curiously. Roy glanced over at
his brother in surprise.
“Teddy, that’s the first remark of mine to-day that you’ve taken
seriously! So you, too, think there’s something funny about them, do
you?”
“I didn’t say so,” Teddy responded.
“You don’t have to say so. Well, spill it! What do you know about ’em?”
“Nothing much,” Teddy answered evasively. “Only they sure asked Nick a
lot of queer questions.”
“Did they?” Roy looked eagerly at his brother. “What sort of questions?
About cattle?”
“Yes, about cattle--our cattle. Nick said that both of them cornered
him down by the bunkhouse, offered him cigarettes, and tried to pump
him. Nick told ’em that we had fifty head of shorthorns that were being
shipped to the King of Siam, in trade for a herd of elephants. He said
that we were going to start an elephant farm out here and grow ivory
for our own pool balls.”
“He did? What did they say then?”
“Nothing. Guess they looked at him as if they wondered whether he was
crazy, and wandered off. I heard next they got Gus Tripp, and asked him
a lot of questions, too.”
“Mighty inquisitive pair of boys,” Roy commented dryly. “Must want to
know all about the cattle they buy. Well, you can’t exactly blame them
for that, I suppose.”
“They weren’t asking about the kind of cattle they were, but where we
grazed ’em. How many head here, how many there, and so forth.”
“You don’t say! Nick tell you that?”
“Gus did. But he didn’t give them any satisfaction. Gus is too wise for
that.”
Roy, his tall body straight in the saddle, his head held rigid,
remained silent. After a moment Teddy glanced at him and grinned.
“Six times six is thirty-six and six is forty-two! Come out of it!”
“I was just thinking,” Roy said deliberately, “of the Lefton brothers.”
“You don’t tell me! Why, I thought you were trying to do mental
arithmetic. So you were thinking of the Lefton boys! Well, well! Now
what could have been the cause of that, do you suppose?”
“I was wondering if they really intend to buy cattle,” Roy went on,
refusing to reply to Teddy’s sarcasm. “They’ve been hanging around two
days now, and never once made an offer. To me, that seems mighty funny.
Of course, you, with your superior brain, may think of it differently.”
“Yes, it does look a little like rain, if that’s what you said. Well,
to tell the truth, my lad, I had an idea all along that they were a
couple of four-flushers. That younger one--Jerry, his name is--talks
too loud and too freely. Besides being loquacious, he says too much.
And the other--Bill--has a wart on his nose. I don’t like people with a
wart on their nose--noses, I mean, maybe warts.”
“We can’t afford to let a customer go because he has a wart on his
nose. If they meet our price, we’ll give ’em the dogies, irrespective
of what they look like. Tell that cayuse his supper’s waiting for him,
will you? We want to get home before dark, you know.”
Checking the reply that rose to his lips, Teddy Manley clucked to
Flash, and the bronco lengthened his stride. The brothers were riding
on the edge of a shallow gully that dipped down just the other side of
the fence. Far to their left the cattle were grazing, content to keep
to their own territory and not investigate these two riders. A quarter
of a mile farther on, the boys came to a gate in the fence, and went
through into the gully. For some distance they followed the ravine,
then cut sharp left, and headed home. By riding through the gully they
had avoided a steep hill which lay just within the fence.
The day was drawing to a close. The few clouds in the deep blue sky had
gathered on the horizon, like white sheep flocking to the fold. The
orange and yellow colors of early sunset were already streaking the
heavens. A bird, flying low, left a streamer of purling song behind him.
The landscape was dotted with water-holes, some of them dried up from
the long summer sun, others containing only moisture enough to cover
the bottom. As the boys rode on, Bitter Cliff lookout came into view,
and then it was only a half hour to the X Bar X Ranch.
“Well, whoever does get our stock will get one fine bunch,” Roy said
suddenly, breaking the silence. “We’ve never had a finer lot. Healthy,
every one of ’em.”
“Be a tough break to lose any of ’em now, wouldn’t it?” Teddy remarked
absently. “All the summer’s work gone for nothing.”
“Why should we lose ’em?” Roy demanded sharply. “Think our men can’t
handle a round-up? Bet we don’t miss a single cow!”
“Of course, there may be others interested in our cattle,” Teddy said
mysteriously. “Like those two Lefton brothers. There _are_ ways of
acquiring cows other than buying them, you know. In case--snakes! Did
you see that prairie dog?”
He pointed to a brown streak that was heading for a clump of bushes.
The next moment it was out of sight.
“Prairie dog!” exclaimed Roy. “If that was a prairie dog I’m a
grasshopper! Haven’t you ever seen a wolf before?”
“Wolf? You mean a wolverine?”
“I mean a wolf! A full grown one, too! I got a good look at him just
before he entered that mesquite. Let’s go get him--he’ll kill a cow,
sure, if he gets away!”
Teddy nodded, and touched his heels to the pony’s sides. As they raced
over the prairie both boys drew their revolvers and held them in
readiness.
“You take the left, I’ll circle around!” Roy panted. “Make sure you
don’t miss him. Once he gets very deep into the brush, he’s gone for
good!”
Swiftly the riders dashed toward the brush wherein the animal had
disappeared. Wolves were most uncommon on the ranges of this country.
This one had probably been driven down by hunger from the mountains.
“The one who shoots him gets the pelt!” Teddy yelled. “Let’s go!”
The two brothers swung apart. About three hundred yards from the
mesquite stood a group of quakermasts, and they wanted to cut the
animal off from this protection. Even as they neared the brush,
however, they saw the wolf dart toward the trees.
Crack! Teddy’s gun spoke, and a spurt of dust arose behind the running
animal.
Roy fired. The beast faltered, and dropped to his haunches. From his
throat came a peculiar wailing cry.
“You got him!” Teddy shouted. “He’s--” The sentence was never
completed. As if in answer to a call, another wolf leaped from the
grove of quakermasts. Then another, and another--almost tumbling over
each other in their efforts to reach their fallen comrade, a full pack
of snarling, yelping, savage wolves!
The horses, squealing in terror, planted their forefeet in the turf
and came to a back-jerking stop. Wildly they swung about, their riders
unable to control them in the face of this charging death.
“Don’t shoot--no time--get away!” Teddy yelled. “There’s hundreds of
’em--”
Glancing swiftly around, Roy saw that this was scarcely an
exaggeration. The pack seemed to increase every second. As they reached
the wounded beast, a few stopped, but the rest came on. Foam was
dripping from their jaws in huge flakes.
“They’re mad--crazy with hunger!” Roy gasped. “They’re starved! If
they catch us--”
He bent low over Star’s back. There was but one thing to do--ride, and
put their faith in their broncos. In the steel-like muscles of Star and
Flash lay the boys’ only hope of safety.