CROSSING THE FORD.
"Whee! hunt cover, fellers! Somebody's making a target of us!" exclaimed
Tubby, looking wildly around for a convenient tree or adobe hut behind
which he might hide his ample form.
But the Mexican guide showed them how they could quickly find shelter
back of the bank; and, possibly, all of the boys breathed easier when
assured that they were no longer exposed to the fire of the unseen
marksman far back on the other side of the narrow river.
"But what does it mean?" asked Rob. "I thought the rebels were in force
across the bridge, and that they did all in their power to make Uncle
Sam look on their side with favor."
"It is so, young señor," the guide replied; "but often have the bullets
come across here when the Federals and the rebels, they have fight it
out over there. But now it is that some man thinks if Americans are shot
it must come that the soldiers in El Paso will have to cross the
international bridge, and that would mean what they call intervention."
"Oh! I see what you mean," Rob told him. "Then that was only some crazy
man with a gun who wanted to bother Uncle Sam and make him real mad so
he would send his soldiers across to punish him. And once they stepped
on Mexican soil it would mean we'd have a war on our hands."
After that they were careful not to expose themselves more than seemed
necessary as they continued their walk; and coming back they kept
further away from the river so as to avoid a repetition of the
bombardment. There was not much chance of the wretched marksman hitting
them; but then, even bullets fired at random have been known to find a
lodging place, as Rob had been told.
One of the first things the guide had assured them was that it would
never do for the scouts to think of trying to enter Mexico by openly
crossing the bridge. It was closely guarded on the one side by Uncle
Sam's soldiers, and across the line by squads of rebels. The latter
examined every one wishing to come or go, in many cases forcibly
preventing the exit of some promising subject who might be made to
yield tribute to the cause of the revolutionists, as well as refusing to
allow others to enter Mexico, whom they believed might have some object
contrary to the interests of their side.
But then the guide had informed them that he knew a ford where they
might with perfect safety cross the river, now at a low stage. Once on
the opposite shore they must depend on the fleet heels of their horses
to take them inland, and in this manner avoid a meeting with any hostile
force.
It was all arranged that they start early on the following morning.
Mardo was ready to do whatever they asked; and Tubby expressed himself
as decidedly anxious to meet General Villa with as little delay as
possible. He felt just as Uncle Mark had declared it might be, that the
rebel commander in Chihuahua would by now believe he had done all that
could be expected of him in serving the man who years before had saved
his life, and who had been also a friend of the lamented President
Madero. And as Villa's army needed rations and money desperately,
possibly he would be planning either to kill off the fine steers on the
Matthews Ranch, or else sell them to some enterprising American
speculator for shipment across the line.
Perhaps none of the boys expected to sleep any too soundly that night,
thinking of what a novel experience was before them; though all of them
were tired after their long train ride.
Not a great while after supper, however, a soldier came to the inn and
asked for Rob. He bore a message from the commandant to the effect that
he would be pleased to have another little chat with the young assistant
scout master to hear how his plans were coming on.
This decided interest which the general seemed to take in their
enterprise gave Rob considerable pleasure. He eagerly availed himself of
the privilege of meeting the soldier once more, and only regretted that
his three chums had not been included in the invitation.
And Rob spent a very satisfactory half hour with the general, to whom he
confided all his plans. He told so much about the previous experiences
of the Eagle scouts, also, that the interested soldier felt reluctant to
terminate the interview.
"I could go on chatting with you for hours, my son," he said, shaking
hands as he dismissed the boy, "because I am so deeply interested in
your ambitions and in what you have already gone through, you and your
fine comrades. But I have appointed a meeting with some of my officers
to plan for the new emergencies that are continually arising. Believe
me, you have my best wishes, and if I do not see you again on your
return--for something tells me you _will_ return, and after successfully
carrying out your mission, too,--let me hear from you. It will give me
great pleasure to reply."
This sort of talk was encouraging, to say the least. It gave Rob renewed
ambition to push on along the course he had mapped out.
Of course, when he arrived at the inn he found the other boys still
sitting up waiting for him; so that by degrees everything that the
general had said had to be repeated before they consented to go to bed.
With the coming of morning they were all up. Tubby kept declaring that
he did not have a wink of sleep all night on account of the hard bed and
the various strange noises that came from without. But Andy returned
that every time _he_ waked up, and it must have been in the neighborhood
of a dozen separate occasions, he had particularly noticed that Tubby
was sprawled over two-thirds of their bed, and snoring "to beat the
band." After that Tubby closed up, possibly under the impression that
the others would call him a fake.
As soon as they had had breakfast they found the guide waiting, mounted
on his own horse; and then the bustle of preparation began. Tubby had to
be helped more than a few times, for he became so excited that he could
not remember where he had left a number of important things. Andy
finally declared that it was lucky that the fat scout's head was firmly
attached to his body, for otherwise he would be losing that also!
"Well," answered Tubby, grinning, "even if that did happen, I wouldn't
be the first feller who'd gone and lost his head, would I? I'd like to
have ten dollars for every time you have, Andy Bowles."
Finally everything was in readiness, and they started; but there were no
cheers wafted after them on this occasion. The boys, acting under the
advice of the general, had been very careful not to tell a single person
other than Mardo Lopez what they intended doing. The rebels had many
secret sympathizers on that shore of the Rio Grande; and perhaps one of
these might think it worth while to transmit the news across that a
little party of gringo boy soldiers contemplated invading the sacred
soil of Mexico.
Leaving the lively town of El Paso behind, the little party struck along
the river, and continued to gallop for several hours, until they came to
the place where the ford mentioned by Lopez lay.
The cautious native guide was very careful to keep a bright lookout, not
wishing to have his charges fired on from either bank of the stream
while crossing.
"Better you wait here, young señors," he observed, as they pulled up in
the shelter of some scrub trees that grew on a rise; "as for me, I will
go over and take a look around on the other side. When you hear me call,
and I wave my hand, it is a sign that you cross safely."
"All right, Lopez, we're on to what you mean," Andy told him.
They watched him crossing the stream, taking note of what he did, so as
to keep the current from pushing his mount from the shelf that made the
water so shallow.
"We must copy exactly that way of doing," Rob directed the rest. "I
never crossed a river at a ford in my life; and certainly not on
horseback. But it seems easy enough once you've got the hang of things."
"Huh! won't be any trouble at all," Tubby assured him, being confident
of his ability to keep his horse headed right; and Andy also declared
that it looked "just as easy as falling off a log."
Lopez, after pulling out on the other side, rode some distance up and
down, as well as back from the river, in order to make sure that there
might not be a party of natives, whether Federals, rebels, or bandits,
lying in ambush. Should such a party open fire upon the boys while they
were in the middle of the stream, they would be next to helpless to
return the shots.
"There, he's waving his hat, now, and beckoning to us to come on!"
exclaimed Merritt, as the guide came galloping down close to the edge of
the river. "That means the coast is clear, and we can cross over in
peace. Rob, after you!"
Rob started in, and so well had he taken note of his landmarks, that he
was able to follow exactly after the guide. At the same time he kept his
horse's head turned partly up-stream, so that it could resist the sweep
of the swift current. Had the flank of the animal caught the full force
of the rushing water the crossing would have been more difficult.
Merritt came after Rob, then Andy, and last, but far from least, Tubby.
No sooner did the latter find himself in water deep enough to wet his
half-drawn-up feet than he realized that to a novice this crossing a
ford was not such a simple thing after all. He tried his best to follow
Andy, and in so doing exposed the side of his horse to the swing of the
current more than policy would seem to dictate.
In consequence of this indiscretion, presently Tubby began to find that
he could no longer keep exactly in the wake of the scout just ahead of
him. Then he discovered that he was constantly losing ground, so to
speak, and being carried further and further down the river, a foot at a
time.
He could hear Lopez shouting something, but as the Mexican had
unconsciously lapsed into Spanish, of course poor Tubby failed to
understand a single word of the instructions he was calling.
"Hey, I'll have to swim for it, fellers!" the fat boy shouted; though
just what good it would do to inform his comrades of his predicament he
could not have told had he been asked.
Rob turned in the saddle and saw that unless a miracle came to pass,
Tubby was bound to get a wetting. He started to call out something, and
then stopped short, for it was useless to try and tell the luckless
scout what to do. Already his horse had reached the end of the ford and
was in deep water, swimming lustily for the shore; while the alarmed
Tubby threw both arms around the animal's neck, and held on for dear
life.
Whether there was any real danger in the situation or not the other boys
could not, of course, say; but Tubby's way of clasping his short arms
about his horse's neck so as to prevent himself from being washed
overboard was so comical that they had to laugh, even while urging their
own mounts to the farther shore, so as to be on hand to render
assistance if such should be needed.
To Tubby it was all serious enough; and no doubt just then he imagined
that he stood a fair chance of being separated from his possessions and
carried down the Rio Grande, perhaps to an untimely death.