WHAT HAPPENED TO PEG
"Then you think the same as I do, eh, Bob?" asked the saddle boy, as if
pleased.
"Well, now a heap of things seem to point that way, Frank," replied the
other, slowly. "Only for the life of me I can't get it through my poor
old head just why a girl like that would want to carry on in such a
queer way."
"Nor me, either," laughed his chum. "That's something else for us to
lie awake nights puzzling our wits over. Everything around this
Thunder Mountain just seems to be plastered with mystery--who little
Lopez is; what he, or she may be doing away off here in the canyons of
the Rockies; and more particularly the mystery of the mountain that the
reds look on as sacred; where Mendoza and his band of rustlers have
gone with those stolen horses; and also who the prospectors can be that
this pile of grub was meant for--it's all a blank, that's what!"
"Say, I guess that's pretty near the way it sizes up," grumbled Bob.
"I don't like to run against a stone wall like this. If I was alone
now, d'ye know what I'd likely be doing, Frank?"
"Well, say, perhaps I might hit close to the bull's-eye, since I've
come to know you pretty well these days, Bob," replied the other. "I
wouldn't be surprised one bit but what you'd go rushing after Lopez,
and demand to know all about it. But Bob, I look at it in another
light. That's his own private business."
"I suppose so; and I was brought up to mind my own affairs, too," said
Bob.
"Wouldn't you put up a great howl now," continued Frank, "if somebody
grabbed hold of you, and insisted on your giving him the whole story of
your life, where you were born, what your dad did for a living, when
you cut your first tooth, how much it cost your father to let you
gallop around the country in the saddle with me, and all that? Say,
honest now, would you knuckle down like a meek kid; or give the
questioner to understand that he was poking his nose into affairs that
didn't concern him one whit?"
Thereupon Bob laughed heartily.
"I give up, Frank," he admitted. "You go at a fellow, and put him in a
hole as a lawyer might. We'll just let little Lopez alone, no matter
whether he's girl or boy; the grub-getter of prospectors; or agent for
that sly Mendoza, the cattle-rustler. And, on the whole, I reckon
we've got about all the business we can attend to right now on our
hands."
"That sure sounds good to me, Bob," said Frank, turning once more to
get his horse, the task of securing the grizzly's claws having been
completed.
Naturally enough, while the excitement was on, both horses had
exhibited the greatest alarm, even though they were out of sight behind
some trees. The near presence of that terrible monster had caused them
to strain at their ropes, prance wildly, and try in every way possible
to break loose; but those lariats had been selected with a view to
wonderful strength. After the death of the grizzly the animals had
gradually quieted down.
Ten minutes later, and the two saddle boys were slowly picking their
way along the gully, heading upward. Frank, as one born to the
country, and familiar with many of its peculiarities, amused himself by
pointing out to his comrade the various positive signs that as a rule
marked these strange water-courses.
"You see, Bob," he remarked, "this is really what might be called a
_barranca_."
"Yes, I've heard you tell about them before," observed the other.
"Most of the year it's only a dry ravine, with high walls; but once in
a while there happens to be a tremendous downpour of rain in the
mountains, when a heavy cloud breaks against the wall above. When that
comes about, this gully is going to be bank-full of roaring, rushing
water; and anything caught by the flood is apt to be battered and
bruised and drowned before it's swept out below."
"Whew!" observed Bob, with a shrug of the shoulders. "Let's hope then,
that the next cloud-burst will have the kindness to hold off till we
get out of this hole. If it caught us here, Frank, I reckon we'd just
have to let our nags shift for themselves, and take to climbing the
sides. And wouldn't I hate to lose Domino the worst way; even if he
does give me a raft of trouble at times?"
Frank patted the satiny flank of Buckskin affectionately, as he said:
"And it would just about break me up if anything happened to this
fellow, Bob. I've tried heaps of mounts, seeing that we always have
hundreds on the ranch; but I never threw a leg over one I fancied like
my Buckskin. Why, there are times, Bob, when the game little fellow
seems next door to human to me. We understand each other right well.
He knows what I'm saying now; listen to him whinny, soft-like, at me."
Possibly Bob, knowing considerable about horses himself, may have had a
strong suspicion that the animal understood the touch of his young
master's hand much more readily than he did spoken words; but this was
a subject which he never debated with Frank. The latter had a habit of
talking confidentially with his horse, and seemed satisfied to believe
the animal understood.
Slowly they made their way along. Now and then Frank would dismount to
examine the rocks and scanty earth that formed the trail over which
they were passing.
"Always plenty of signs to tell that horses have been going along here
off'n on, both ways--stacks of 'em," he announced, when perhaps an hour
had elapsed since they left the scene of the encounter with the grizzly.
The ravine, or gully, which he called a _barranca_, had gradually
changed its character. It was now more in the nature of a canyon;
though there were still places where the walls, instead of towering
high above their heads, sloped gradually upwards.
"Smart horses could easy climb out of here up that rise," remarked
Frank, thoughtfully eyeing one of these places.
"Are you thinking that perhaps we'd better get out with our nags, while
we have the chance, and leave them, while we keep up the game on foot?"
asked Bob, suspecting that his chum might be considering such a move.
"Well," remarked the other, "it stands to reason that our horses aren't
going to be of much use in the mountains. If we shook 'em now, we'd be
able to climb almost anywhere, and peek into places we'd never be able
to find as long as we stuck to our mounts. So, if you're of the same
mind, Bob, we'll try and find a place where we might rope 'em out, an'
take the chances of finding 'em again when we're done poking around."
"I hope then, none of the rustlers will run across them while we're
away," said Bob, as he looked across a deep little pool that lay just
at the foot of a very high slope; and then fastened his gaze on a
peculiarly twisted cedar that seemed to cling to the bank, half way up.
"Leave that to me, my boy," returned his chum, confidently. "I'll make
sure they leave no trail behind to catch the eye of a horseman riding
past. Besides, we're not dead sure, you know, that the rustlers have
really got a camp around these diggings. P'raps now, they just push
through the canyon to get to some other point across the divide. Or it
may be a favorite trail for them to carry off the cattle they rustle.
In some hidden valley, you see, they can change the brands; and then
openly drive the steers to a shipping station on the railroad."
"All right, then," agreed his companion, who was ready to put the
utmost faith in any plan proposed by his saddle chum. "We'll keep our
eyes peeled for a chance to get the horses out of this place. Here's a
slope they might climb, as you say; but it looks as if they'd have to
swim that pool first."
"No use trying it," remarked Frank, casting a rapid glance upward to
where, at a distance of possibly a hundred feet, he could see little
bushes growing on the edge of the top of the rise, which slope formed
an angle of something like forty-five degrees; "sure to be better
places further on, where the holding is firmer."
"And yet," remarked Bob, suddenly, "horses have made this climb only a
short time ago, Frank!"
"What makes you say that?" asked the other, interested at once.
"Why, there are tracks going up slantingly, you see; and even if I am
next door to a greenhorn I can tell that the marks look fresh," Bob
declared, pointing.
"Say, I take a back seat, Bob," Frank remarked, laughingly. "That's
the time you saw my lead, and went me one better. Sure there have been
horses climbing that slope--one, two, three of 'em. And Lopez, he had
only two; so it can hardly be him. I wonder now if that measly
tenderfoot, Peg----"
"Look up yonder!" interrupted Bob, suddenly pointing again. "I saw the
bushes moving along the edge of the top there. Somebody's got an eye
on us right now, Frank. D'ye reckon it could be one of those rustlers;
and would they try to hold us up so as to get our mounts?"
Bob instinctively snatched his rifle, and began to make a
demonstration, as though half tempted to shoot. His action looked so
decidedly hostile that it naturally created something of a panic in the
breast of the unknown who was lying concealed behind the fringe of
bushes.
They saw a sudden hasty movement, as though, in alarm, the hidden one
had started to change his position. Then something not down on the
bills occurred.
The loose earth at the edge of the top of the long slope seemed to give
way in a treacherous manner. Immediately a human figure came into
view, struggling, clawing desperately, and trying in every way possible
to clutch at something firm in order to halt his downward progress.
But it was all of no avail. A second figure attempted to grasp the
imperiled one in time, but evidently failed to secure a firm hold. And
so the fellow started to roll down the slope. He came much after the
manner in which a bag of corn might turn over and over. Sometimes he
was head-first; and then again resuming the side motion, he whirled
around in a way that was enough to make anyone dizzy.
All the while he kept letting out shrill squeals of real alarm; as
though the prospect of a final plunge into that deep dark pool at the
base filled him with dread.
By some rare chance the rolling man struck the twisted little cedar
that tried to keep its dying hold on the scanty soil half way up the
rise. Caught by the seat of his stout trousers on one of the scrubby
tree's broken branches, the unfortunate one was suspended in midair,
kicking, floundering and yelling at a tremendous rate.
"Say!" exclaimed Frank, when he was able to catch his breath again,
"What d'ye think of that, now? Our friend Peg is so glad to see us he
couldn't wait to walk down, but tried to skate. And see what's
happened to him! Next thing he wants is a bath; and I sure reckon he's
due for one when that cedar pulls out its last root. Wow!"