GALE’S ADVENTURE
The Arizona night was cool, the sky studded with stars. In the living
room the girls from the East were toying with the radio and dancing.
Gale and Valerie stepped out onto the porch into the cool darkness.
Walking a short distance from the house they were enveloped in silence,
interrupted only now and then by the noise from the radio. They
sauntered to where a giant pine tree spread its sheltering branches
overhead.
Valerie coughed as she leaned against the sturdy trunk and a sympathetic
gleam entered Gale’s eyes. The girls all knew that Valerie’s health was
not of the best, and it was hoped that this month they were to spend
here in Arizona would do her good. She liked fun and excitement as well
as any of them, but she could not stand too much. She needed to build up
a stranger constitution and her friends were sure the western air would
help as no medicine could.
“Nice, isn’t it?” Valerie asked dreamily.
“So quiet!” Gale agreed. “It would be a relief to hear a noise.”
In the distance a coyote howled mournfully and the girls shivered. Arm
in arm they strolled toward the corral.
“I wish Virginia’s parents would let us take that camping trip,” Valerie
said. “It would be fun.”
At supper Janet and Carol had proposed a camping trip which the others
received with enthusiasm. The idea was to take their horses and camping
equipment and go camping up in the mountains, or down across the desert
to Mexico. The girls, Virginia included, and Tom were decidedly in favor
of it, but Mr. Wilson had demurred. It was dangerous, he said, for a
party of young people to go camping about the hills just now. Too many
bandits and disturbances along the Mexican border. However, the girls
had refused to drop the subject.
“Are you sure it wouldn’t be too much for you?” Gale asked anxiously.
“You can’t do too much, you know.”
“We could take our time,” Valerie answered. “I think it would be good
for me, sleeping in the open air and all.”
The girls had been walking along the corral fence and now stopped in the
darkness. Around the corner from them two men were talking. The girls
recognized the voices of Mr. Wilson and Tom.
“I tell you it would be a perfect cover for Jim and me,” Tom was saying
excitedly.
“But I don’t want to run the girls into danger,” Mr. Wilson insisted.
In the darkness Gale and Valerie exchanged wondering glances. Their
curiosity was caught and without realizing they were doing so, they
eavesdropped.
“No one would know,” Tom continued. “We could act as guides for the
girls and at the same time perhaps discover a clue to the hideout of the
rustlers.”
“But it is dangerous, Tom,” Mr. Wilson said slowly.
“Listen, Dad,” Tom said earnestly. “The rustlers have been stealing your
cattle and a lot of other people’s for a long time, haven’t they?”
“Yes.”
“You admit that if a stop isn’t put to this robbing, soon it will ruin
you?”
“I’m getting desperate,” Mr. Wilson agreed heavily, “But I can’t permit
you or Jim or any of those girls to run the risk.”
“But I tell you there isn’t any risk,” Tom argued. “No one would ever
suspect us. Even the girls won’t know. We will be just a camping party.”
“But if someone should find out what you are doing--you would have no
protection, there would be nothing you could do.”
“We’ll figure something out,” Tom said. “Don’t you see, Dad? It is the
best way to attempt to find the bandits. They would never suspect a
party of girls.”
The two voices trailed away as Tom and his father moved toward the
cowboys’ bunkhouse. The girls stood perfectly still until they saw the
bunkhouse door opened and closed again behind the two.
“Well,” Valerie said, “it appears we are to be lures for rustlers.”
“I knew there was something wrong here at the K Bar O,” Gale said
thoughtfully as the girls walked toward the house. “So it’s cattle
thieves. No wonder Virginia’s mother and father look constantly worried.
Even Virginia herself seems to be always watching for something when we
are out riding.”
“We’d better say nothing to the others,” Valerie said as they mounted to
the porch.
“No,” Gale agreed. “If Uncle finally agrees to let us go on the trip, we
are not to let on we know what Tom and his cowboy friend are up to.”
“Just keep our eyes and ears open,” murmured Valerie.
The next morning at breakfast Tom announced to the girls that his father
had agreed to the proposed camping trip. The news was received with
whoops of joy from Janet and Carol. Gale and Valerie exchanged a quiet
glance.
“We’ll take two tents for you girls,” Tom continued. “Jim, the rider who
is going with us, and I will sleep in blankets. We’ll leave tomorrow.”
A clatter of hoofs and shouting outside brought them all away from the
breakfast table. A rider was flinging himself from his weary horse. Both
the rider and the horse looked played out.
“What’s up, Bert?” Mr. Wilson asked, striding from the ranch house and
confronting the rider.
The others eagerly crowded forward, intending to miss not one word. From
the man’s appearance and the appearance of his horse something important
had happened.
“The two fellows who robbed the bank the other day broke outa jail last
night and got clean away!” the rider said, mopping his face with a
handkerchief. “I been out for hours with the Sheriff and his posse
lookin’ for the trail. Didn’t come this way, did they?”
Mr. Wilson shook his head. “If they did, Bert, we didn’t see ’em. Come
in and have some breakfast?”
“Shore will,” the man replied gratefully. “A fella gets all fired hungry
ridin’ around.”
“Didn’t the thieves leave any trail at all?” Tom asked when the man had
joined them and they were all seated once more about the table.
“Wal, son,” the rider said, “we figger they separated, one goin’ north
and the other south. Leastways, they were seen apart. Hank Cordy saw one
tryin’ to swim the creek. He chased him but the fella got away. That was
the short, dark haired one. The tall one was seen ridin’ out this way.”
“If he passed the K Bar O none of us saw him,” Mr. Wilson declared.
“Wal,” the man sighed as he pushed his chair away from the table and the
rest followed him into the ranch living room, “that was shore the most
appetizin’ meal I ever ate. Reckon now I’ve got to be gettin’ along.”
“We’ll let you know if we see anything of the robbers,” Tom called after
him.
Madge and Phyllis declared their intention of writing letters while
Carol and Janet rode with Tom and Virginia out to the valley where the
largest of the K Bar O’s herds was grazing. Valerie was not looking so
well this morning and the other girls had coaxed her to lie down for a
while. It would be a tragedy if she were not well enough for them to go
on the proposed camping trip the next day.
Gale, rope in hand, found her way to the corral where Jim, she knew him
by no other name, the cowboy who was to accompany the girls on their
trip, was waiting to give her her first lesson with the use of her
lasso. She learned first to make the slip knot, how to coil her rope,
then how to grasp it for throwing.
“I never knew there was so much to it,” she declared after an hour had
flown by.
“It won’t take you long to learn,” he assured her.
A little while later Mr. Wilson appeared and had an errand for Jim to
do. Gale wandered off by herself across the valley and up the hillside.
The sun was warm and it was tiring work climbing through the grass and
tangled undergrowth, so when she came to a tree which offered a large
patch of shade from the sun she sank down to rest. Pretty soon she lay
back, her arms under her head, gazing up at the little spot of blue sky
that she could see through the branches of the tree.
Gale did not know when she fell asleep or for how long she slept, but
when she opened her eyes the sun was blazing down into her face. It must
be hours she thought instantly since she had sat down here to rest for a
few minutes. Then the thought of what had awakened her made her prop
herself up on an elbow and gaze around.
Her throat went suddenly dry and a half smothered scream rose to her
lips. It had been a heavy pressure on her right leg that had brought her
back from her dreams, and now as she looked down at her foot horror
overcame her. Its scaly body wound about her boot, the flat head swaying
from side to side, was a huge rattlesnake. Gale dropped back on the
grass with closed eyes, trying to erase from her mind the sight of that
reptile, the bite of which meant death.
What was she to do? Scream? There was no one about to hear her. She was
too far from the ranch house to summon help by calling aloud. Raising
her head a few inches she took one look and let it drop back again. The
gimlet eyes of the snake were coming closer. It would not be long before
it struck, or had it done so already? It could scarcely send its
poisonous fangs through her heavy boot, she reminded herself
desperately. But what was she to do? Nothing, she told herself
hopelessly, a sinking in her heart. There was nothing she could do. She
might struggle for her freedom, but she could not hope to avoid the
darting, poisonous fangs of the snake. It would surely strike soon, and
when it did----
She caught her underlip between two rows of white teeth to quell the
groan of helplessness. Tears of impotence sprang to her eyes. If only
there were something she could do--some way she could---- Was it her
imagination or did she hear a sound? Quickly she raised her head and a
voice spoke from behind her.
“Don’t move! Keep quiet!” the man, for it was a man’s voice, commanded.
Gale wondered hysterically if he expected her to do anything else. She
couldn’t move if she wanted to. Terror made her lifeless.
“Please hurry!” she murmured.
A revolver shot was her answer and when next she looked down at her boot
she shivered. The sight of the headless, mutilated body was sickening.
“Don’t look,” Jim whispered as he lifted Gale’s boot clear of the snake.
“Did it bite you?”
“I don’t think so,” Gale murmured fighting to control her nerves. Now
that it was all over she felt as if she must scream. It was the natural
reaction and as she stood up she leaned weakly against the tree. “How
did--you happen--along just in time?”
The cowboy replaced his revolver in the holster at his belt. It was the
first time Gale had noticed that he wore a gun. How lucky it had been
for her that he did!
“I came lookin’ for you for some more practice with yore rope,” he
drawled, as he sometimes did.
“You saved my life,” Gale said gratefully.
“Shucks,” the cowboy said, flushing deep red. “How did the snake ever
come to wind itself about yore leg?”
“I was asleep,” Gale said. “I’ll never forget the sight of that snake
when I awoke. It was horrible!” She trembled involuntarily.
Jim patted her shoulder with clumsy kindness. “Do you reckon you can
come back to the house now?”
“Of course,” Gale said and turned to follow him down the slope, sternly
keeping her eyes away from that slippery, scaly, headless thing lying in
the long grass.
“Do you always wear a gun, Jim?” she asked. “I never noticed it before.”
“No, Miss Gale, none of us cowboys do,” he answered. “Guns belong to the
old, bad West. But here lately we been havin’ trouble and I kinda got
used to havin’ one along when I go ridin’.”
“Probably on account of the cattle thieves,” Gale said to herself. Aloud
she said:
“Trouble? What kind?”
“Oh, like these bank robbers,” he said evasively. “There’s always
somebody willin’ to steal and honest folk have to protect themselves.”
“How did they get out of jail?” she asked as they reached the bottom of
the hill and started along the trail to the ranch house.
“Sawed clean through the bars on the window,” he answered. “Probably had
help from outside.”
“Has the Sheriff discovered either of them yet?”
“I reckon not. The Sheriff is good at trailin’ crooks, but these fellas
are probably experienced in hidin’ out. I ’spect they’re almost to the
border by now.”
“Which way are we going to travel tomorrow?” Gale asked.
“Up into the hills would be the prettiest country,” he answered.
At the corral fence they separated, Gale going on to the ranch house and
Jim into the cowboys’ bunkhouse. The girls were on the porch, Janet and
Carol perched at perilous angles on the railing, Virginia and Valerie on
the top step, and Madge and Phyllis in chairs.
“Where have you been?” Janet demanded.
“What’s wrong?” Valerie asked.
“Wrong?” Gale questioned. She did not realize that her recent experience
with the deadly rattlesnake had left her face pale and a tinge of shadow
in her eyes.
“You look as though you had seen somebody’s ghost,” Carol declared.
“I came near to being one,” Gale answered, squeezing between Valerie and
Virginia.
“What do you mean?” Madge asked. “Did you meet the bank robbers?”
Gale described with all the terrifying details her adventure with the
snake and the girls were all speechless with amazement. When she had
finished they regarded her wonderingly, fully appreciating what a close
call she had had.
“I’ll bet that was the only rattlesnake in this part of the country for
weeks,” Virginia declared. “But you would have to meet him.”
“Hereafter you don’t go off by yourself,” Janet said determinedly.
Gale laughed. “You needn’t caution me now. One experience is enough. You
can be sure I won’t fall asleep like that again!”