A BATTLE OF WITS
This news came as a distinct shock not only to Bud, who discovered it,
but to the others of his party.
"Are you sure it's cut?" asked Nort, hurrying into the shack after his
cousin, who had come to the door to make the announcement.
"Well, it's dead, anyhow," Bud answered. "I can't raise Diamond X.
And it sounds as if it were cut. Or, rather, it doesn't sound at all.
It's just dead."
"Maybe the battery's given out, or there's a loose connection
somewhere," suggested Dick. "Let's take a look. I know a little about
telephones."
They tested the battery, to find that it was sufficiently strong to
have transmitted signals provided everything else was in working order.
But this remained to be seen. However, as the boys made test after
test, in their limited way, they came ever nearer to the conclusion
that the wire was, indeed, cut. For no answer came to the repeated
turnings of the crank, though Bud did succeed in making his own bell
ring. The reason for his first failure had been a loose wire
connection, which Dick remedied.
But, even after this, no answer came to the repeated turnings of the
crank.
"Well, we've got to find the break and mend it!" declared Bud,
following several unsuccessful trials to get into communication with
the home ranch.
"'Tisn't cut right around here," said Nort, who went out to take a look
at the thin length of wire, strung on makeshift poles, that formed a
connecting link between the fort at Spur Creek and the home ranch of
Diamond X. "I can trace the wire as far as I can see it."
"No, 'tisn't likely they'd cut it so near the shack, for we'd spot that
first thing," said Bud. "We'll have to trace it, that's all. I'll get
my horse."
"Are we all going?" Yellin' Kid wanted to know. "What about the
sheep?" and he waved his hand toward the ever-nearing cloud of dust
which floated over the backs of thousands of sharp-hoofed animals.
"Oh, that's so!" exclaimed Bud. "Somebody's got to stay here."
"Reckon Snake and I can handle whatever comes up here," said Yellin'
Kid grimly, as he tapped his gun. "They won't get here for half a day,
anyhow, and by then it'll be night. They can't do anything after dark,
and two men will be plenty here."
This seemed reasonable enough, and after talking over plans this one
was decided on.
Bud and Dick, the latter knowing most about telephones, would ride
along looking for the break, and would try to mend it. Meanwhile Nort
would ride on to Diamond X ranch, since it was important to let Mr.
Merkel know what was about to happen--that the dreaded sheep had come
and might soon overrun the open range he claimed as his own property.
Also help was needed--more cowboys to hold the fort--and it was risky
to depend on the broken telephone for summoning them.
So Nort was intrusted with the work of carrying the unwelcome news and
of bringing up reinforcements.
Meanwhile Bud and Dick would do their best to find and repair the
break, and Snake and Yellin' Kid would be on guard at Spur Creek. As
Kid had said, there was little danger of the sheep men bringing up
their woolly charges before dark, and after that not much could be done
in the way of crossing the river, if, as Bud had said, there was no
ford at this place, and the danger of quicksands further to keep
unwelcome visitors on the Mexican side of the stream.
"Well, I'll see you when I get back," remarked Nort as he rode off with
a wave of his hand to his brother cousin and the two remaining cowboys.
"Think you'll make it to-night?" asked Dick.
"I don't see why I can't," was the answer. "If there's going to be a
fight in the morning you'll want help here. And if the other boys ride
back from Diamond X I'll be with 'em."
"Oh, the boys will be ridin' back all right, as soon as they hear
there's a prospect of a fight!" chuckled Kid.
"You said it!" added Snake.
Pausing to watch Nort ride off on his mission of carrying news and
summoning help, and taking another look at the still approaching cloud
of dust that betokened the flock of sheep, Bud and Dick rode along the
back trail, following the telephone line.
As has been said, the wire was not cut near the cabin. It could be
seen, a tiny line against the clear, blue sky, stretching its slender
length on top of the poles.
"They were too cute to cut it near the shack. They figured we wouldn't
notice it for a long time, maybe, and they'd have a chance to get up
closer," said Dick.
"You mean the sheep herders?" asked Bud.
"Sure! Who else?" asked his cousin. "You reckon it was them that cut
the wire, don't you?"
"Don't know's I thought much about it, but, now that I have, why, of
course, they did it," Bud agreed. "Unless it was the cattle rustlers,"
he added.
"You mean the ones we just had a fight with?"
"That's who."
"No, I don't reckon they did," Dick remarked. "In the first place we
licked 'em pretty badly. They scattered, I'm sure, and they didn't
head in this direction. And what good would it do 'em just to cut a
wire after we'd gotten the cattle away from 'em?"
"Oh, general meanness, that's all," answered Bud.
"They wouldn't do that out of spite and run the risk of being
caught--not after what happened to 'em," declared Dick, and Bud
answered:
"Well, maybe you're right."
Then they rode along in silence for a while, making sure, as they
progressed, that they did not pass a break in the telephone line. The
thin copper conductor was intact as they could see.
"They must have gone about half way back--between the creek and our
ranch, and snipped the wire there," said Bud, after a period of silence.
"I reckon so," agreed Dick. "That would be what we'd do if we had it
to do; wouldn't we?"
"Why?"
"Because we'd want the break to come as far away as possible from
either end, to make it take longer to find and mend it."
"That's right, Dick. I never thought of that. Then there isn't really
much use looking along here. We might as well ride fast to a point
about half way. We'll find the break there."
"No, we don't want to do that, Bud. We'll just ride along as we have
been going, and we'll look at every foot of wire."
"But I thought you said----"
"I said if we had to cut an enemy's telephone line, we'd probably do it
about half way between the two main points. But we can't take any
chances. These fellows may have reasoned that we'd think they cut it
half way, and, just to fool us, they may have gone only a quarter way."
"Oh, shucks! If you think onery sheep herders have brains to do any of
that sort of reasoning, you're 'way off, Dick!"
"Well, maybe I am, but we won't take any chances. We'll inspect every
foot until we come to the break."
And this plan was followed.
It was not until after they had ridden several miles that they saw,
dangling between two poles, the severed ends of the wire.
"There it is!" cried Dick.
"Good! I mean I'm glad we've found it!" voiced Bud. "It may be all
sorts of bad luck that it's cut. For they may have figured that we'd
divide forces to mend the break, and they may take this chance to rush
Kid and Snake and get possession of the land."
"I don't think so," remarked Dick as he dismounted to approach the pole
and look at the severed wire. "Those sheep can't travel as fast as
that, and we'll have reinforcements at the fort when they try to cross
Spur Creek."
"But they may send a bunch of Greasers on ahead of the woollies,"
objected Bud.
To this Dick did not answer. He was busy looking at the end of the
dangling wire.
"Is it cut or broken?" asked Bud, for there was the possibility of an
accident having happened.
"Cut," was the answer.
"What you going to do?"
"Splice it," was the answer. "That's all I can do now. I brought some
extra wire along."
Not pausing to climb the pole and re-string the cut wire, which plainly
showed marks of cutting pliers, Dick simply connected one severed end
with the other, using a piece of copper he had brought from the shack
for this purpose.
"Too bad we haven't one of those portable sets so we could cut in and
see if everything was working," observed Bud, when the break was mended.
"Yes," agreed Dick. "We'll have to wait until we get back to the fort
to make a test and see if we can talk."
"It's nearer to go on to our ranch," said Bud. For the break in the
wire had been discovered more than half way to Diamond X.
"Yes, it's nearer, but we can't take any chances," objected Dick. "We
may be needed to help Snake and Kid."
"That's so," agreed Bud. "I forgot about that. We'll go back to the
fort and see if we can call up the ranch."
They made better time on the return trip, for they did not have to ride
slowly along looking for a break in the wire. On the way they
speculated as to what might have happened during their absence in
chasing the cattle rustlers.
"All we're sure of is that they cut the telephone wire," said Bud.
"But there's no telling what they may have laid plans for," added Dick.
"I guess those sheep men are smarter than we gave them credit for."
"It does seem so," admitted Bud. "We'll have to match our wits against
theirs when it comes to a show-down--seeing who's going to keep this
rich grazing land."
"One thing in our favor is that we're in possession," said Dick, as he
patted his pony's neck.
"But one thing against us--or against dad, which is the same thing,"
said Bud, "is that his papers proving possession are stolen. And these
sheep men seem to know that."
"Yes," agreed Dick, "they seem to know it all right."
They returned to the fort on the bank of Spur Creek just before dark,
and, to their delight, found the telephone in working order. For the
ranch had called the cabin, Mr. Merkel wanting to know how matters were
at Spur Creek.
He complained of having tried several times to get into communication
with the fort, and he had guessed there was a broken wire but he had
not suspected it was cut. Then, when he tried again, he found
communication restored. This, of course, was after Dick and Bud had
found and mended the break.
Nort had not yet reached the ranch at the time his father finally found
the telephone working. But the need of help was told of over the
restored wire, and several cowboys were at once dispatched, not waiting
for the arrival of Nort.
"I'll send Nort back to you as soon as he gets here," promised Mr.
Merkel.
These matters having been disposed of, Bud and Dick had a chance to ask
what had transpired at the fort since they left.
"Jest nothin'--that's all," answered Snake.
"But I think there's goin' t' be somethin' doin' right shortly,"
observed Yellin' Kid.
"What makes you think so?" asked Bud.
In answer the cowboy pointed across the river. The cloud of dust had
settled, revealing more plainly now thousands of sheep. And as the
defenders of the fort watched they saw, separating from the sheep, a
number of men who approached the Mexican bank of the stream.
What were they going to do?