THE STAMPEDE
"Well, what do you make of it?" asked Bud of Dirk and Chot, when all
five had the first moment of respite from the strenuous work of
quieting the excited cattle. They had met near the fire, which was
only glowing dully, now that its flame was not needed to head off the
steers.
"Don't just know what to say," answered the older cowboy. "It all came
so sudden."
"There must be two bands of rustlers around here," observed Chot.
"That is, unless those your dad is after, Bud, gave him the slip and
tried to operate here."
"Maybe there's only one gang, divided up for the night," suggested Nort.
"Well, of course it's only guesswork," stated Bud, "but I think this
was an altogether different gang trying to put one over on us. And
another thing--it was a Greaser who roped Dick."
"A Greaser!" cried Chot. "What makes you think so?"
"I had a glimpse of the noose," said Bud. "It wasn't tied the way any
cow puncher ties his. It was a Greaser or I'll never speak to Zip
Foster again!"
"Oh, you and your Zip Foster!" scoffed Chot. "But it may be that it
was a sneakin' Mex trying his hand with the rope. You didn't see him,
did you?" and he turned to Dick.
"No. The first I knew I was being snaked off, and I was mighty scared."
"Naturally," said Dirk dryly. He wanted to let the tenderfoot know
that it was not considered unmanly to show signs of fear under the
circumstances.
"Did you get a look at 'em, Chot?" asked Bud, turning to the cowboys.
"I mean when you rode out there just before they tried to stampede us."
"Didn't see hide nor hair of 'em," was the answer.
"Well, they didn't get away with what they started after," declared
Dirk. "And now, since it's so near morning, there isn't much use
turning in until we have something to eat."
"I'll make coffee and sizzle some bacon," offered Bud, for he realized
that he and his cousins had had some rest during the fore part of the
night, while the cowboys were riding herd before the disturbance
happened.
"And can't we circle around the cattle?" asked Nort.
"We could keep 'em quiet while you ate," suggested Dick.
"They seem to be fairly quiet now," remarked Dirk, "but it wouldn't do
any harm to circle around 'em. If you have trouble, though," he added
quickly, "fire your guns."
"We will!" exclaimed Nort, as he and Dick sprang for their horses. The
boy ranchers were eager thus to take their first tour of duty alone,
and they were much disappointed when nothing happened. The steers were
quiet, after their tiresome racing around in a circle. But that was
better than having them stampede, with the possible killing of many.
Slowly the light grew in the east, turning from pale gray to rose
tints, and then the sun came up, making the dew-laden grass sparkle
brightly. The cattle, many of which had been lying down, got up, rear
ends first, which is what always distinguishes the manner of a "cow
critter" arising from that of a horse.
Across the range blew wisps of smoke from the greasewood camp fire, and
then came the smell of bacon and coffee, than which there is no aroma
more to be desired in the world.
"Um!" murmured Nort, sniffing the air.
"Isn't that great?" cried his brother.
"It will be, if we can get some," said Nort, chuckling.
But he need not have worried, for, a few minutes later, there floated
to the ears of the boy ranchers the call of Bud:
"Come an' get it!"
The cattle, around which they had been slowly riding, needed no
attention now, and in a short time the five cowboys--for Nort and Dick
could truly be called by this name now--were eating an early breakfast.
"One good thing came out of this fracas, anyhow," observed Chot, as he
passed his plate for more flapjacks and bacon, and replenished his tin
cup with coffee.
"What's that?" asked Dick, feeling his neck where the rough rope had
broken the skin slightly.
"Well, we'll get an early start," answered the cowboy, "and that's a
lot when you're hazing steers to the railroad. Every pound counts for
the boss, and you can easily run off a thousand dollars by driving 'em
along during the heat of the day. We can let 'em rest at noon if we
start now."
"That's the idea," said Bud.
A little later, the remains of the camp fire having been carefully
stamped out, to prevent dry grass from catching, packs were slung up
behind the saddles--said packs consisting of sleeping canvas, a few
utensils and grub--and the start was made.
The cattle were gradually headed in the direction it was desired that
they should take--the shortest route to the railroad. Nort rode up
ahead with Chot, while Dick, Bud and Dirk kept to the rear to haze
along the stragglers.
There was not much trouble. The cattle had been watered and fed, and
were in prime condition. At noon a halt was made to save the animals
during the excessive heat, but toward evening they started off once
more, and traveled until darkness fell. Camp was made again out in the
open.
During the day no signs were seen of any rustlers, or other suspicious
characters, and at night the young ranchers and the older cowboys took
turns riding herd and standing guard.
But nothing of moment occurred, the only sounds, aside from those made
by the cattle themselves, being the unearthly yells and howls of the
coyotes.
In less than three days the bunch of cattle was safely delivered at the
yards, where the responsibility of Bud and his companions ended, the
buyer taking charge of them for shipment.
"Did you get the rustlers, Dad?" asked Bud as he and his cousins, with
Dirk and Chot, rode up to the ranch buildings after their successful
trip.
"No," answered Mr. Merkel, who was out waiting for his son and the
others. "They got clean away."
"Did you see who they were?" asked Dirk.
"Well, I have my suspicions," answered the ranchman. "And I'm not
through yet. How'd you make out, boys?"
They told him of the night scare and Dick's narrow escape, and the eyes
of Bud's father glinted in anger.
"Up to tricks like that, are they?" he exclaimed. "Well, I'd like to
catch 'em at it!"
"Do you know what I think?" exclaimed Bud with energy.
"Well, son, I can't say I do," spoke his father. "You generally skip
around so like a Jack rabbit, it's hard telling where you are. But
shoot! What's your trouble?"
"My trouble is," said Bud slowly, "that I don't know enough about those
professors and their gang!"
"The professors!" exclaimed Nort and Dick.
"That's what I said," went on Bud. "I think their pretended search for
something is only a bluff. They're high-grade cattle rustlers, that's
what I think!"
No one said anything for a few moments, and then Mr. Merkel remarked:
"Well, maybe you're right, Bud. Stranger things have happened. It
might pay us to trail these fellows. Certainly there was something
queer about them."
"Mighty queer," agreed Bud. "I began to suspect them after they tried
to lasso Dick."
"Do you think one of those men--Professor Wright or Professor
Blair--tried to snake me off?" asked Dick.
"Well, no, not one of them, personally," admitted Bud. "They couldn't
throw a rope over a molasses barrel. But they set some one up to it,
I'll say!"
"Maybe," spoke Mr. Merkel musingly. "We'll have a look at their trail,
if we can pick it up. But we've got a lot else to do first."
Indeed Diamond X ranch was a busy place in those days. Dick and Nort
could not have come at a better time, and they were such apt pupils
that they soon acquired many of the ways of the cowboys, who were
willing and anxious to teach them. In a comparatively short time the
two "tenderfeet" were no longer called that. They could shoot fairly
well, though they were not "quick on the draw," and they were becoming
more and more expert with the rope every day.
It was about two weeks after their experience with the unknown user of
the lariat that Bud and his cousins were sent to ride herd at the
Square M ranch, which was one of Mr. Merkel's holdings. He was
planning to get a bunch of steers there ready for shipment, and a buyer
was to come and look them over when they had been headed in from the
open range to a large corral. Bud and his cousins were to help drive
the animals in.
Square M ranch, so called because the brand was the letter M in a
square, was a good two days' ride from Diamond X. But the boys had a
fine time going, and found plenty to do when they arrived. Gradually
the cattle were gathered up, and worked toward the corral.
They were within a day's ride of this haven, when, one afternoon, as
Bud, Dick and Nort were moving on ahead of the bunch, which was driven
by several cowboys, Bud looked back and let out a yell.
"What's the matter?" cried Nort.
"Stampede!" was the answer, "Oh, boy! Now look out for trouble!"