THE TREACHEROUS GUIDE
"Why, of course he is," declared Bob; "and it looks as if our old
enemies had cropped up again, to join forces with the new ones. That
will make three against us; won't it, Frank?"
"The more the merrier," replied the other, but Bob could see that he was
inwardly worried over the new phase of the situation.
"Look at the way Spanish Joe is arguing with John Henry!" said Bob. "The
guide keeps pointing this way, as if he might be afraid we'd come back,
and see him talking with Old Joe. Now they shake hands, Frank. Do you
think any bargain has been struck between them?"
"I'm afraid it has," replied his comrade, gritting his teeth with
displeasure. "John Henry has sold us out, and gone over to the enemy for
cash. I saw him hide something in his pocket."
"Then what will we do about him?" asked Bob, clenching his fist, as if
it might give him considerable pleasure to take the treacherous guide
personally in hand, and teach him the needed lesson.
"That's easy," chuckled Frank. "We'll keep on guard to-night, and when
he sees how we hang to our guns he won't try any tricks, you may be
sure."
"And in the morning?" Bob went on.
"Why," declared Frank, firmly; "there's only one thing to be done--we
must fire John Henry, even if we have to pay him the whole sum agreed on
for the week."
"I'm glad to hear you say that, Frank; because I'd hate to have him
along. Why, he might take a notion to step on my fingers when I was
climbing up after him, and claim it was only an accident, but if I had a
broken leg, or a cracked skull, that wouldn't do me any good, I take
it."
"There, Joe is moving off, and we can head for camp," Frank remarked, as
they still hovered behind the spur of rocks that had concealed them,
though allowing a view of the little camp.
"But you don't want to tell John Henry that we saw him making a bargain
with Spanish Joe, I take it?" Bob questioned.
"That's right, we don't; and try to keep from looking as if you
suspected him. Now his back is turned, come along," and Frank, rising,
led the way.
The preparations for supper went on apace. The guide was unusually
talkative, Bob thought, and he wondered whether it was not the result of
a disturbed conscience. Perhaps John Henry might not be wholly bad, and
was worried over having entered into an arrangement to betray his
generous young employers.
"What are we going to do for a guide when we let him go?" asked Bob,
later on, after they had eaten supper, and John Henry had wandered down
to the river for a dip, as he said.
"We'll have to trust to luck to pick up another," Frank declared. "And
if it comes to the worst, we can go it alone, I reckon. I've never been
up against such a big job as this, but I think I'd tackle it, if I had
to. But wait and see what another day brings out."
When it came time for them to retire they began talking about their
ranch habit of standing guard. The guide laughed at the idea of any harm
coming to pass while they were there in the canyon.
"Lots of other tourists are camping inside of three mile from here," he
said; "and I heard the sheriff of the county himself is somewhere down
in the canyon; so it don't look as how there could anything happen. But
just as you says, boys; if it makes you feel better to stand guard, I
ain't got a thing agin it."
The night passed without any sort of attack. Either Frank or Bob sat up
all the time, with a trusty rifle ready; but there was no occasion to
make use of the weapon.
With the coming of morning they made ready to eat a hasty breakfast.
After this was over Frank found himself compelled to discharge the
guide.
"We've concluded to do without your services, John Henry," he said, as
the man stood ready to start forth on the way along the canyon, heading
East.
"Me? Let me go? What for?" stammered the fellow; turning red and then
white as a consciousness of his guilt broke upon him.
"Here's what we promised to pay you for the week," continued Frank. "We
want no hard feelings about it. Never mind why we let you go. You can
think what you like. But next time you hire out to a party, John Henry,
be careful how you let anybody hand you over a few dollars to make you
turn against your friends."
The man tried to speak, and his voice failed him. They left him standing
there, holding the bills Frank had thrust into his hand, and looking
"too cheap for anything," as Bob said. Perhaps he feared that the boys
might tell what they knew about him, and in this way destroy his
usefulness as a canyon guide ever afterwards.
"Good riddance to bad rubbish!" declared Bob, after they had gone on
half a mile, and on looking back saw John Henry still standing there as
if hardly knowing whether to be sorry, or glad over having received
full pay for a week after only working a single day.
"And here we are cut loose from everybody, and going it on our own
hook," laughed Frank. "But it would be foolish for us to think of doing
without a guide if so be we can find one. We'll ask every party we meet,
and perhaps in that way we can strike the right man."
During the morning they came upon several parties making the rounds of
the Wonderland along the beaten channels. Sometimes women were in the
company, for the strange sights that awaited the bold spirit capable of
enduring ordinary fatigue tempted others besides men to undertake one of
the trips.
Just at noon the two boys came upon a lone Chinaman sitting at a little
fire he had kindled, cooking a fish, evidently pulled from the river by
means of a hook and line.
"Well, what do you think!" exclaimed Frank, as he stared at the
Oriental; "Bob, don't you recognize that cousin of our ranch cook, Ah
Sin, the same fellow who was down at our place five months ago? Hello!
Charley Moi, what are you doing in the big canyon, tell me?"
The Chinaman jumped up, and manifested more or less joy at the sight of
Frank. He insisted on shaking hands with both the boys.
"How do? Glad see Flank, Blob! Me, I cook for plarties in Gland Canyon.
Hear of chance gettee job up Gland View Hotel. Go there now. Alle samee
like see boys from Circle Lanch. How Ah Sin? Him berry veil last time
hear samee."
Frank had an idea.
"See here, Charley Moi," he said; "you say you've been about the big
canyon a long time now, serving as a cook to parties who go up and down.
Perhaps we might engage you to stay with us!"
"Me cook velly fine much all timee. You tly Charley Moi, you never say
solly do samee!" declared the Oriental, his moon-like face illuminated
with a childlike and bland smile.
"But we want you for a guide too, Charley; you ought to know a heap
about the place by this time," Frank went on.
"Alle light, me do," replied the other, glibly. "No matter, cookee or
guide, alle samee. Lucky we meet. Tly flish. Just ketchee from water.
Cook to turnee. Plentee for all. Then go like Flank, Blob say. Sabe?"
As it was nearly noon the boys were quite satisfied to make a little
halt, and taste the fresh fish which the Chinaman had succeeded in
coaxing from the rushing waters of the nearby Colorado.
Later on they once again made a start. Charley Moi did everything in his
power to prove his fidelity and faithfulness. He seemed proud of the
fact that the son of the big owner of Circle Ranch, where his cousin
worked as cook for the mess, trusted him, and had employed him as a
guide. Never before in the history of the Grand Canyon had a Chinaman
held such an exalted office; and Charley believed he had cause to feel
proud.
"Can we trust him?" Bob asked, as evening came on again. "I've always
heard that Chinamen are treacherous fellows."
"Then you've heard what isn't true," Frank replied. "A Chinaman never
breaks his word. Over in the Far East I've read that all the merchants
of British cities are Chinese. The Japs are a different kind of people.
Yes, we can trust Charley Moi. He would never betray us to our enemies."
Nevertheless, that night the boys also slept on their arms, so to speak.
One of them remained on guard at different times, the entire night.
Frank had learned caution on the range. He did not mean to be taken by
surprise; though he really believed that nothing would be done to injure
them until after they had found some trace of the hidden hermit of Echo
Cave.
Before another twelve hours had passed he had occasion to change his
opinion. The night did not bring any alarm in its train. Charley Moi was
up several times, shuffling around, looking at the fire, and sitting
there smoking his little pipe, as though in satisfaction over having
struck such a profitable job so easily; but he gave no sign of holding
any intercourse with outsiders.
With the coming of morning they were once more on the way. Frank noticed
with considerable satisfaction that now they seemed to be beyond the
ordinary limit of the various trails taken by the regular tourist
parties.
They were walking along, about the middle of the morning, when they
found themselves in a lonely region, where the dim trail led along the
foot of rugged walls stretching up, red and apparently unscalable, to
the height of hundreds of feet.
Frank was craning his neck as he looked up overhead, wondering if it
could be possible that there was any sign of an abandoned cliff
dwellers' village there, when he saw something move, and at the same
instant he jumped forward to pull his chum violently back.