THE ROSARIO VIEJO.
To be suddenly pitched head-foremost down a rocky declivity into
a mass of prickly pear bushes and other tropical brambles is by
no means pleasant; and as a result Billie was not in the best of
humor when he picked himself up and looked to the top of the
60-foot embankment down which he had slid.
"It's a wonder they wouldn't hang out a red light when they dig a
hole like this," he declared angrily, "and not let a fellow most
break his neck, to say nothing of scratching his eyes out! This
is worse than a subway cave-in."
He pulled himself together and surveyed his surroundings.
The basin looked very much like an old quarry--so old that the
shrubbery on the sides had grown into good-sized trees, and the
whole place was covered with herbage of one sort or another. In
one corner of the excavation, which must have covered some two
acres, there was the ruin of an adobe house, while near the
center was a stone structure made of four stone pillars about
twenty feet apart and roofed over with two huge stone slabs, set
so as to form a gable roof. Except for its size, it had the
appearance of the old-fashioned well houses, which were once so
common in New England.
"It's a tough-looking place, whatever it is," was Billie's
comment. "I wish the fellows were here."
And then for the first time in more than half an hour Billie
bethought him of his companions. His strange experience with the
ape had driven all other thoughts out of his mind.
"By George!" he exclaimed aloud, "I wonder how the fight with the
bandits came out?"
Almost as in answer to his words, there appeared upon the edge of
the excavation into which he had fallen, but upon the opposite
side from that on which he had taken his slide, ten horsemen,
three of whom carried across the pommel of their saddles the
bodies of three men. They halted and surveyed the basin
critically. Then, single file, they slowly descended into the
quarry.
Billie recognized them the minute he laid eyes upon them. They
were the remnant of the bandit band, and the bodies carried
across the pommels of the saddles were three of their wounded
companions.
"This is no place for me," commented Billie as he kept himself
well hidden behind a giant cactus. "It reminds me of Ali Baba and
the forty thieves. I hope I have better luck than Ali Baba."
As though to carry out the trend of Billie's thoughts, the
horsemen halted near the ruin of the adobe house before mentioned
and two of their number dismounted and entered. A minute later
the rest of the band rode into the ruins and disappeared,
followed by the riderless horses of the two dismounted men.
Billie rubbed his eyes.
"I wonder if I'm getting dippy," he muttered. "Maybe that crack
on the side of my head has made me see things."
He sat down to think.
"If I only had some kind of a gun," he mused, "I wouldn't feel so
everlasting helpless. Confound that ape! If I ever see him again
I'll break his neck."
Then, after a moment's thought: "I don't believe the beast would
give up the chase. He's likely to show up at any minute.
Something has to be done."
The boy scanned the edge of the embankment, if perchance he might
see anything of his persecutor. There was nothing in sight and he
decided to go on a tour of inspection. As quietly as possible he
stole along the side of the excavation toward the spot where the
ruin stood, when once more he had that sense of being watched.
Turning his head quickly, he saw the ape about twenty paces to
one side aiming the revolver at him.
Then Billie lost his temper.
"This thing has got to stop," he exclaimed. "I'll be doggoned if
I'm going to stand for it any longer."
He ran quickly toward the ape, and fell on his knees as he had
seen the ape do, and raised his hands in supplication.
The animal quirked its head and fairly beamed with pleasure as it
slowly advanced and stood beside him.
But its simian smile was quickly turned to surprise, for like a
flash Billie snatched the weapon from its hand and aimed it at
the animal's head.
"Now," he said, "you come with me."
The animal made no move.
"We'll see whether you will come or not," said Billie, and
stooping down he broke off a good-sized sprout from a live oak.
"Now, march!" and he raised the whip.
It was the one thing needed. The beast had evidently felt the
touch of a whip before, for it raised its arm and danced about as
though going through some circus maneuver.
"The first mystery is solved," laughed Billie. "Now for the
second one. Come on, Ab," unconsciously naming his companion
after the hero of Stanley Waterloo's famous story.
The ape seemed to know what was wanted and the two proceeded
slowly and silently toward the ruin.
"I've been in a whole lot of queer scrapes," mused Billie as he
crept along, "but this is surely the queerest--tramping around
with an ape to solve the disappearance of ten cutthroats. I hope
I wake up pretty soon."
But it was no dream, as Billie was soon to discover.
Arriving at the ruined building, Billie crawled along by the wall
until he came directly under what had once been a window. Then,
after listening a long time and hearing no sound, he ventured to
raise his head and peep in.
The old ruin was as empty as though there were not a living
person within fifty miles.
"Great Scott!" gasped the boy. "What do you think of that! Now I
know I'm dreaming!"
He turned to the ape, waving his whip.
"Here you, Ab," he said, "go in there and see what you can find."
He pointed to the window and the animal sprang lightly in and a
minute later perched itself on one of the decaying rafters.
"If there were any one around, they would certainly see Ab,"
reasoned Billie, "and would make some noise about it. I guess
it's safe to go in."
He crawled around to the door and entered. There were the tracks
of the horses, but the horses had disappeared as completely as
though they had been swallowed up.
Billie called softly to Ab, who did not see fit to obey until he
waved his whip. Then the animal sprang lightly to the ground.
Billie showed him the tracks.
"Where do you suppose they went?" he asked.
Ab blinked his eyes and, for the first time since Billie had
become acquainted with him, made a noise in his throat, much like
the voice of a child.
Billie smiled in spite of himself.
"I'm glad you've decided to become sociable," he said, "What do
you make of this? You look as though you could think."
Ab blinked his eyes stupidly and then suddenly became alert as
though listening.
"What is it?" asked Billie, impressed by the ape's attitude.
For a reply Ab sprang through the window and made straight for
the structure in the middle of the quarry. In another instant he
was on the roof.
Billie followed as fast as he could and as he stepped beneath the
roof started back in the utmost amazement, for up through what
looked like a huge well there came the distinct sound of human
voices.
For several seconds he stood as one in a spell and then he
started forward to peer into the well, but on a second thought
did not.
"I couldn't see anything if I did," he thought, "but any one
looking up could see me. I'll do better by listening."
The words came to him almost as distinctly as though he were in
the same room with the speakers, and there was no longer any
doubt that the voices were those of the Zapatistas who had
attempted to rob the train.
From their conversation Billie learned the outcome of the fight,
and he was greatly amused at the attempt of the bandits to figure
out who had betrayed them. Each one had a different theory, but
all agreed that there must have been a traitor in the band. It
was all the lad could do to prevent himself from calling out to
them, just to see what effect his words would have.
After discovering from the conversation that the bandits felt
themselves perfectly secure where they were and that they were
likely to stay there for some time, he finally decided to get
back to the railroad and thence to Pachuca and give the alarm.
Acting upon the decision, he made his way across the basin to
where he had slid down the embankment and slowly and laboriously
climbed to the top, followed by Ab.
Retracing his steps, he soon reached the railroad and looking
down the track toward Pachuca gave a shout of delight as he saw
his three chums approaching, leading a fourth horse between them.
"Just in time," he said, as they drew near enough to exchange
greetings.
"Just in time for what?" queried the others as one.
"To capture the bandits that you let escape."
"How do you know that we let any escape?" asked Adrian.
"I'm a mind reader."
The other three looked incredulous.
"Oh, it's a fact," declared Billie. "I can tell you all about the
fight just as well as though I had been there," and he proceeded
to prove his words.
"Some one told you," said Adrian.
"Sure," laughed Billie, thoroughly enjoying the perplexity of
his companions. "My friend Ab. Come here, old man, and be
introduced," and Billie waved his whip, which he still carried.
With a little cry the ape sprang to his side, an act which only
added to the amazement of the others.
"Allow me," said Billie with mock gravity, "to introduce my
friend Mr. Ab from No-man's-land. Ab, these are the rest of the
Broncho Rider Boys. How would you like to join the company?"
Ab scratched his ear and looked wise.
"Oh, come," interrupted Donald. "Tell us what's up and what we
must do to capture the rest of this band of cutthroats."
Thinking that he had carried the joke far enough, and realizing
also that he might be wasting valuable time, Billie related his
adventure, describing the place he had discovered.
"It is the Rosario viejo," said Pedro, as soon as Billie had
finished his story.
"What's that?" asked Billie.
"An abandoned mine. It is called the old Rosario to distinguish
it from the new Rosario, which is now one of the most valuable
mines in this region. The station at Pitahaya was built
especially to serve it."
"I see," said Billie. "Where is the new mine?"
"Down there," and Pedro pointed to a trail leading in the
opposite direction. "It is just about as far from the station on
that side of the railroad as the old Rosario is on this."
"Don't you think we had better summon some assistance from the
mine workers?" asked Adrian.
"They may be in cahoots with the bandits," laughed Donald. "I
have lost my confidence in about every one in this bandit-ridden
land."
"I don't blame you," said Pedro, "and I hope the day will soon
come when all this trouble will be over."
"Then you agree with me that we should tackle the bandits alone,
do you?" asked Donald.
"It is the only safe way."
"All right, then," exclaimed Billie. "Let's be off. If we use a
little strategy, I'm sure we shall succeed."
He turned to mount the horse, which a minute before had been
standing a few feet away, but it was gone.
"Where's my horse?" he cried.
The others turned in surprise.
"It certainly was here a minute ago," declared Adrian.
"Then it can't be very far away," insisted Donald.
"It's so far I can't see it," replied Billie.
"There it goes!" shouted Pedro, who had jumped his mount across
the track as soon as he heard Billie's cry.
The others looked in the direction indicated, and sure enough,
there went the horse about a quarter of a mile away on a dead run
and on its back was Billie's late acquaintance, Ab.
"By George," exclaimed Billie angrily as he snatched a rifle from
Donald's holster, "I've had enough of that ape. I'll put a stop
to his foolishness," and he leveled the rifle.
But ere he could press the trigger, there was a report from
another quarter and the horse and its rider hit the dust.