BUD DISAPPEARS
Excellent riders as were the boy ranchers, it took them some little
time and effort to calm their ponies and bring the frightened animals
to an easy canter which gave Bud and his cousins a chance to consider
the matter.
"Whew!" exclaimed the ranchman's son as he eased up on the reins and
patted the neck of his mount. "That was some dash!"
"Not much _dot_ about it!" chuckled Nort.
"For a pun like that you ought to be forced to drink a bottle or two of
Tosh Elixer!" retorted Bud. "How about it, Dick?"
"I'm with you! That was rotten--not much _dot_--I suppose that's a
play on the word _doubt_--not much _dot_ about it--that _dash_! Oh,
somebody hold me!" and he shook his fist at his brother.
"I was thinking we'd soon need somebody to hold our horses," said Nort,
not a little pleased at his own joking words, however nonsensical his
two companions thought them. "What happened?"
"That's what I want to know," chimed in Bud. "All of a sudden my pinto
here started off as if there was a race."
"Same with me," went on Dick.
"Something must have frightened the ponies," said Nort.
"Yes, and we've got to find out what it was," declared Bud. "Come on
back." He wheeled his mount as he spoke.
"Maybe we can't get 'em back," suggested Dick.
"Well, at the place where they begin to balk we'll know the trouble
started," suggested the ranchman's son. "And we'll know we have to
look for the trouble right there."
"What do you reckon it could have been to make them bolt so suddenly?"
Dick wanted to know.
"Skunks, maybe," was the thought Nort offered.
"Not many skunks in this neighborhood, thank goodness," said Bud. "I
wouldn't say there aren't any, but I've never heard of them."
"Or smelled them," added Nort.
"That's right--smelled 'em, either, and, what's more, I don't want to!
No, I don't believe it was skunks."
"Rattlesnakes, maybe," was Dick's next contribution. "Horses are
afraid of rattlers all right."
"Yes, and with good reason," Bud said, "though I don't know as I ever
heard of a horse dying from a side-winder's bite. It may happen, but,
personally, I can't prove it. All the same I don't believe it was
rattlers, though there are plenty in this region."
"Why couldn't it have been snakes?" asked Dick.
"Well, if any rattlers had sounded their warning, and they always do
rattle before they strike, we would have heard them as well as the
horses would, and I didn't hear anything."
"No, I didn't, either," Dick and Nort admitted in turn. "But what was
it, then?" Nort asked.
"It was something the horses smelled!" declared Bud with conviction.
"They got a whiff of something they didn't like and they lit out like
all possessed."
"Do you mean a bear?" asked Dick.
"Bear what?" came from Bud who had urged his pony somewhat ahead of the
mounts of his cousins.
"Did the horses smell a bear, do you think?" went on Dick. "You know a
bear, even a tame circus one, will set a cow pony off quicker than
anything else."
"Yes," agreed Bud. "But I hardly think this was a bear. There are
probably some back in the woods and hills, but they don't very often
venture into the open, especially at this time of year. And if it had
been a bear I think I would have winded him."
"I don't know about that," came from Nort. "You know a horse, and
almost any other animal, has a keener sense of smell than most humans.
The horses might have smelled something we didn't."
"That's true enough," assented Bud. "But the fact of the matter is I
noticed a queer sort of smell just before the horses bolted. It wasn't
very strong, and was more like perfume than anything else. In fact I
thought it might be some sort of flower or perhaps an herb the ponies
stepped on and crushed. I was just going to mention it to you fellows
when the rush began and I had my hands full, same as you did. Either
of you notice any smell?"
Nort and Dick had to confess that they had not, but Dick added:
"You've lived out of doors more than we have, Bud, and you got a better
nose--I mean for smelling, not for shape!" he added as Bud's hand went
to his olfactory organ. "So you might have caught a whiff of something
we didn't."
"There's something in that, though I don't like to boast," said Bud.
"I'm pretty sure that's what it was--a queer smell the ponies didn't
like, and feared, and so they ran away from it."
"But what kind of a smell could it be?" asked Dick.
"Maybe we'll find out when we get back to where the thing
happened--that is if the ponies will go back," spoke Bud.
However there seemed to be no trouble on this score, for, as the boys
came nearer and nearer to the place whence the animals had started on
their dash, there was no sign of fear or nervousness. The steeds
trotted on as they had done over any other stretch of the range, and
the deepest breathing of which the boys were capable betrayed to their
alert noses not the slightest taint in the air.
"This is mighty queer!" murmured Bud as he guided his mount to and fro
around the locality. "Mighty queer!"
"It's almost as if we had dreamed it," remarked Nort.
"It was no dream the way I had to pull my horse back!" declared Dick,
and the others agreed with him.
"Well, I guess we'll have to give it up and put it down as part of the
unsolved mystery of Dot and Dash," said Bud as he wheeled his horse
around and headed for the ranch house.
"Unless you want to take a ride up there again," suggested Nort.
"Where do you mean?"
Nort pointed to the defile--that gulch which the boys had named
Smugglers' Glen--and added:
"We might catch the old man in Elixer Cave."
"What good would that do?" asked Dick. "You don't imagine he had
anything to do with scaring our horses; do you?"
"Not exactly," replied his brother. "But, seeing we're so near the
place, I thought we might give it the once over."
"Not much point to it," said Bud. "There's nothing to be learned up
there. No, I guess it was some sort of queer weed or flower I smelled
and which also frightened the ponies. I wish I knew more about botany.
I might find out what it was," and he looked at the trampled grass over
which they were now riding. But it gave no clew.
"If there's a weed, the mere smell of which causes a horse to bolt,"
said Nort, "it may be the thing that's causing the cattle to die.
Maybe it's the poison weed that caused so many deaths here."
"I can't believe anything as strange as that," declared Bud. "But
after we get things running well I'm going to have a doctor, or a
chemist or somebody who knows about such things come out here and look
the place over. We've got to get to the bottom of this puzzle."
His cousins agreed with him. However there was nothing they could do
at present. So they rode back to the ranch where they told their
strange experience, and suggested to Billee, Snake and the other
cowboys that it would be well for them to be on the watch, to find out
if any strange weed or flower growing in Death Valley was responsible
for the sinister manifestations.
"It may be a new brand of loco weed," suggested Yellin' Kid in his big
voice. "Some of that's deadly."
"To eat, yes, but not to smell," Bud reminded him. "But you may be
right at that. Keep your eyes open, boys."
"Loco weed!" exclaimed Billee. "I've had experience with that--I mean
some ponies I once owned went crazy from it. It sure is queer stuff."
He referred to a species of bean plant, growing in some sections of the
west. Horses and cattle who inadvertently eat this weed with their
other fodder run madly about as if insane and often have to be shot.
Sometimes loco weed is powerful enough to kill, it is said by some,
though there is a doubt on this point. But none of the cowboys had
ever heard of the odor from loco weed doing any damage.
The incident of the ponies running away was soon forgotten in the rush
and detail of work that soon piled up at Dot and Dash ranch. More
cattle were put out to graze, to thus fatten up for market. More hands
were hired and the place soon was almost as busy, big and important as
the boys' ranch in Happy Valley, or the original one at Diamond X.
There was one thing Bud and his cousins noticed and spoke of, however,
and this was that all their cowboys came from distant places, with the
exception of Billee, Kid and Snake. All the hands hired gave their
addresses as of ranches far removed from Death Valley. And though when
they first started business the boy ranchers had endeavored to hire
hands in Los Pompan, they were not successful.
"Why don't you want to sign on with us?" Bud asked more than one.
"Oh, well, I don't have nothin' against you, personal, boss," would be
the answer, "but I don't jest like that locality."
Then Bud and his cousins knew that the sinister reputation of Dot and
Dash was at the bottom of the refusal.
But enough men from other places were hired to run the ranch, and
matters were shaping themselves nicely. Bud sent word home that in
spite of the sensational stories, and the one or two strange happenings
the boys had themselves experienced, it looked as if the proposition
would be a successful and paying one. Fah Moo was a jewel of a cook
and there was soon established quite a happy little family at Dot and
Dash.
Then, without warning, another blow fell.
It was decided that some of the original herd, purchased with the
ranch, could now be sold, as cattle on the hoof were bringing good
prices. And, talking it over one night, Bud and his chums planned to
cut out a number of fat steers and ship them away.
"I'll ride over to that range in the morning," Bud told his cousins at
the conclusion of the conference, "and give the bunch the once-over.
Then you two can do the cutting out for I've got to go to town the next
few days to sign up some papers for dad. So I'll leave the shipment to
you."
"It will be our first from here," said Dick.
"Yes," agreed his brother. "And I hope they don't die before we get
'em to the loading chutes."
"Not much danger, I guess," Bud remarked. "This jinx seems to be
passing us up. Guess it got tired of the way we came back at it.
Well, I'll go over the first thing in the morning and next day you can
begin to round up and cut out."
"When'll you be back?" Nort asked his cousin when Bud slung his leg
over the saddle next morning. The two Shannon boys were to be busy at
some duties about the ranch during their cousin's absence.
"Oh, I'll be back by noon," was the answer.
So Bud rode away, singing the Cowboy's Lament, and idly flipping the
end of his lariat.
Noon came almost before Nort and Dick realized it, so busy were they,
and when Fah Moo cried: "Klum an' glit it!" which was the signal for
dinner, Nort exclaimed:
"Bud isn't back yet!"
"No," said Dick. "Maybe he found the herd farther off than he counted
on. But he'll be along before we finish."
However, Bud did not show up, and when all the cowboys had eaten, and
the afternoon began to wane without the return of the ranch owner's
son, his cousins looked at each other with anxious faces.
"Where do you reckon he is?" asked Dick.
"That's hard to say, but----"
"Say, let's ride out that way!" interrupted Dick. "We've finished here
and----"
He did not complete the sentence, but his brother knew what was
implied. Accordingly a little later, saying nothing to the other
hands, the two saddled their ponies and started out on the trail to
that part of the ranch situated near Smugglers' Glen, where the
original bunch of cattle were grazing.
"I don't like this disappearance on Bud's part," said Nort, as they
rode along.
"Is it a disappearance?" asked Dick, pointedly.
"What else is it? He hasn't come back."
To this Dick returned no answer, but there were anxious looks on the
faces of the boy ranchers as they urged their ponies forward.