FORTUNE STILL FAVORS THE BRAVE
Instead of replying at once to this question, as Bob undoubtedly thought
his chum would do, Frank seemed to give a start. He dropped to his hands
and knees, and seemed to be examining some marks on the ground.
If ever the fair knowledge of reading tracks which Frank possessed was
called upon to do duty, it was now. Bob, of course, could not understand
what possessed his comrade; but simply stood there and stared, wondering
what Frank had found to cause him to exhibit such breathless interest,
and all the signs of unusual excitement.
When finally the lad on his knees did look up, Bob saw a grave
expression on his face.
"There's something wrong, Frank; tell me what it is?" he demanded.
"I've made an unpleasant discovery, Bob," replied the other. "Charley!"
he added turning to the wondering Celestial, "go back to our camp, and
bring our guns right away, both of them, see?"
"Yep, bloss, me unelstand. Charley Moi gettee gluns light away quick!"
and as he said this the obliging Chinaman went on a run, his pigtail and
blue blouse flying out behind him.
"Say, whatever does all this mystery mean, Frank?" asked Bob, almost
helplessly.
"Just what you might imagine; that there's danger hanging about us,
Bob."
The eyes of the astonished Bob sought the ground at the point where his
chum had been so deeply interested.
"Then it must be something you just discovered there, and that's a
fact," he declared; "because you didn't act this way three minutes ago."
"I happened to discover footprints coming from another quarter," Frank
went on, calmly; "and they headed into this crevice, just as those of
the moccasined Moqui did from that side. And they came after old
Havasupai had gone up, for I found where they wiped out a part of one of
his tracks."
"Footprints, and were they made by the old professor, do you think?"
asked Bob.
"Not any. Fact is," observed Frank, as though deciding to have the worst
over, "they were the tracks of three persons, all men!"
"Oh! my! three, you said, Frank; and that would mean Eugene, Spanish
Joe, and Abajo, wouldn't it?"
"Just the very ones I meant," replied Frank.
"Then they must have been hiding some place near here, and saw the Moqui
pass in?" suggested Bob, fully aroused by now.
"That seems to be what happened," Frank observed. "But here comes
Charley Moi with the guns. See how he dodges about, so as to keep hidden
from the view of anybody up in those windows above, which we can't
glimpse from here."
When Bob eagerly took his repeating rifle from the hands of the Chinaman
he exhibited all the evidence of great satisfaction; for he heaved a
sigh of relief, and fondled his weapon in a way that caused his comrade
to smile.
"I feel better now," Bob confessed; "because, to tell the honest truth,
when you broke the news so suddenly it nearly gave me heart failure,
Frank, to think that if those rascals sprang out at us we would be next
door to helpless. Now let 'em be careful how they play their little
game. But what does it all mean, do you suppose, Frank?"
"I can only make a guess, and that may be wide of the truth," the other
admitted. "By some accident they managed to get on the track of the
Moqui. Though Havasupai thought himself smart, he was no match for such
a cunning rascal as Spanish Joe, who is said to be the best trailer
along the Arizona border. And they followed him right here."
"That was last evening, just when you and I stood there down by the
river, looking through the glasses up at the windows of the rock houses
above," remarked Bob.
"Yes. Perhaps they didn't go up right then." Frank went on. "I admit
that I can't just make out how long ago these tracks were made. A better
trailer might, you see, Bob. If Old Hank Coombs were only here now I'd
be glad to turn the whole business over to him, and play second fiddle."
"But some time between dark and morning these three rascals went in
here, and surprised the hermit of Echo Cave--is that it, Frank?"
"It covers the case all right," came the reply.
"Say, do you think they are up there yet?" asked the Kentucky lad, in an
anxious tone.
"I think they must be, Bob, because all the tracks point one way,
showing that the three men never came back. If they left the cave it
must have been by some other way."
"No use asking why they would want to get in touch with Uncle Felix!"
continued Bob, as if bent on finding out everything he could in
connection with the case.
"We know what their reason was," Frank made answer. "When Abajo, hanging
about the window of our ranch house, heard what we had to say about the
message that came floating down the Colorado in that bottle, and carried
the wonderful news to his employer, Eugene Warringford, he set the game
going that must end right here. He has come with the intention of making
Professor Oswald turn over that option to him; and he'll do it unless
something we can offer prevents."
"But Frank, if the Moqui carried that note of yours to Uncle Felix, he
would be on his guard, and absolutely refuse to sign away the papers?"
"I hope he will, but I fear that those three scamps are up there right
now, trying to coax or bulldoze him into signing," Frank said, with a
tightening of his lips, and a flash of his clear eyes.
"Then we go up, and put a spoke in their wheel, do we?" asked Bob,
looking as if he were ready to make the start instantly, if his comrade
but gave the word.
Frank glanced around him a little uncertainly.
"I've got a good notion to try it," he muttered as if talking to
himself.
"What's that you say, Frank?" asked his companion, who had caught the
words, and did not know what to make of them.
"I didn't tell you, Bob," Frank remarked; "but during the night I
thought I heard a voice calling far away yonder. And somehow it struck
me at the time that there was a familiar cowboy yell about it."
"Old Hank Coombs, perhaps, Frank?" suggested the other lad, quickly.
"That was on my mind, Bob. You know history often repeats itself. Once
before, just when we seemed to need Hank the worst way, he came riding
along as if he had heard us call. And I was wondering whether he might
not be somewhere around here right now."
"That would be just prime, if only we could get in touch with him," Bob
declared. "And, as your father wouldn't send Hank alone, there'd be one
more cowboy along. That would make a party of four. Why, those three
rascals would just shrivel, and throw up the sponge, if they saw us
break in on 'em. But Frank, how about making the old range call?"
"D'ye know, I was just thinking it might do to try it," remarked the
other.
"Then start in and give the whoop," Bob observed. "No harm done anyhow;
even if they hear it up there. And while you're doing all that, I'll
just drop on one knee here, and cover the crack in the wall. Suppose one
of the lot should try and come out while we were off our guard. I'll
make him surrender quicker than he can say 'Jack Robinson'!"
Presently there sounded upon the morning air the clear "cooee" of the
range, particularly well known to every cowboy who had worked at Circle
Ranch. Frank and Bob listened eagerly to learn whether there would come
any response. If not, then they must take up the task of climbing that
singular crevice by themselves; and finding out how affairs stood above.
Their suspense was short-lived, for quickly there floated to their
waiting ears a responsive call. Turning toward the quarter from whence
it seemed to come they saw a hat waving.
"It's Old Hank, sure it is!" exclaimed Bob, with a thrill of delight;
for the burden of going up against three desperate characters was more
than boy nature could stand without more or less uneasiness.
"That's Chesty with him," announced Frank, as two figures were
discovered coming toward them. "Why, if we'd made all the arrangements
ourselves we couldn't have done better, Bob. Here comes our
reinforcements just in the nick of time. And if Eugene and his backers
are still up yonder in the cliff dwellers' homes, they have stayed a
little while too long, that's all."
In another three minutes the boys were shaking hands with Old Hank and
Chesty; the latter with a cheerful grin on his face, as though he
considered it quite a joke to break in on Frank's game at the finishing
point.
Of course they were ignorant as to how matters stood. And Frank took
upon himself the task of explaining all that had happened.
"Ther up yonder yet, then," announced Hank, after he had carefully
inspected the footprints, and noted that they all pointed one way; "that
is to say, if they ain't got an airyplane along as would allow of them
flying off. An' Frank, when ye sez the word we'uns are goin' t' walk up
this rock ladder t' see what sorter place the ole perfessor keeps."
"Then I say it now," declared Frank, anxious to have the thing settled
one way or the other without further delay.
"Foller arter me, all of ye!" called the old plainsman, as he plunged
into the gap.