CHAPTER IV.

A REGULAR SIEGE.

Ralph, simply a visitor to the cabin of the moonlighters, felt far more

uncomfortable than did his hosts, to whom alone there was any danger.

As the party waited silently for any move by those outside, Ralph had

plenty of time to review his own position, and this review was far from

pleasant or reassuring.

In that section of the country the fact of being arrested as a

moonlighter did not imply either disgrace or crime; but in Ralph's home,

where nothing was known of such an industry, save when occasionally a

newspaper item was read but not understood, the news of his arrest while

trying illegally to "shoot" a well, would cause as much consternation

and sorrow as if he had attempted to shoot a man. It was far from being

a pleasant beginning to his vacation, and he would have been much better

satisfied with himself if he had not made any attempt to penetrate the

mysteries of the moonlighters' dangerous calling.

While these uncomfortable thoughts were presenting themselves to Ralph,

Bob Hubbard was standing on a rudely-constructed table, in order that

he might keep a watch upon Newcombe and his men, and from time to time

he whispered to his companions of that which he saw.

"They've got tired trying to find out anything at the stable, and now

they're coming this way. If we keep perfectly quiet they will begin soon

to believe that no one is here, and then, very likely, they will go

away."

It was in the highest degree necessary that these men should be thrown

off the scent if possible, and each one in the hut remained motionless

as statues, but, as was shown a moment later, their silence was

fruitless, owing to the defective construction of their furniture.

"Now they are gathering close around the door," continued Bob, from his

post of observation; and then, fearing he might betray himself even

through the loop-hole, he began cautiously to descend.

It was as if his very efforts to move without noise hastened the

catastrophe he was trying to avert, for as he started to lower himself

from the table, the entire structure gave way, and he came to the floor

with such a crash as could have been heard many yards away.

There was no need of question as to whether Bob's downfall had been

heard by those outside, for at the moment a low, involuntary cry of

triumph was heard, which did not detract from the unfortunate

moonlighter's discomfiture. Had Bob cried out his name he could not have

proclaimed his presence any more plainly, and as he disentangled himself

from amid the wreck of the table, his face spoke eloquently the anger

he felt, either at his own carelessness or the weakness of the table.

"It's all up now," said Jim, despondently. "There was a chance that they

might get tired in time, and go away; but now they will stay here until

they see us leave."

"Well, let them stay," said Bob, savagely. "I have come here to get

ready to shoot the Hoxie well, and I'll do it before I go home again."

"Perhaps you will, and perhaps you won't," said Jim, doubtingly; "but if

my opinion's worth anything, you won't."

Bob made no reply to this; but attacked the tin cartridges on which he

had been working with an energy that told plainly of his determination;

although how it might be possible for him to do more than to get ready

for the work, no one could imagine. He no longer tried to be silent, but

made so much bustle with his work that George said:

"What makes you so careless, Bob? Even if they did hear you when you

fell, there is no reason why you should advertise the fact that you are

making cartridges."

"What difference does it make what they hear now?" asked Bob, not even

looking up from his work as he spoke. "Do you fancy that Newcombe,

finding us here, does not know just as well as we do what there is

inside here? If we remain quiet, he will say to himself that we are all

ready for the shot, and only waiting for him to get out of the way

before we let it off. If we work, he will know no more, and we may as

well take things comfortable."

"It isn't any use for us to try to do anything," said Dick,

disconsolately. "Newcombe will stay right where he is until we go out,

and the best thing we can do is give the thing up for a while."

"Yes," interrupted Jim, "let's go home, and wait until we can give him

the slip and get out again."

"I'll do nothing of the kind," replied Bob, doggedly. "I agreed to shoot

Hoxie's well to-night, and I'm going to do it."

"You can't without Newcombe's seeing you, and you know that your arrest

would follow as soon after that as he could get out a warrant," said

George, thinking it was high time for him to interfere with advice.

"They have never been able to get any proof against you yet, and you

don't want to give them the chance now just through spite."

"I'm not going to give them the chance," said Bob, calmly. "I am going

to take what I need out of this place while they are guarding it, and

without their seeing me. If any of you fellows are afraid, and want to

go home, you know how to get there; but I am going to stay, and do just

as I have said."

Bob could have used no better argument, if he had been anxious to have

his companions remain with him, than when he proposed they should go

home if they were afraid. Much as Ralph would have liked to, he did not

think of leaving, when to do so was to be considered proof that he was

afraid, and he, as well as the others, settled themselves down to await

the result of Bob's plan, whatever it might be.

Those on the outside, however, were not as contented in their waiting,

as they showed in a short time, when Newcombe's voice could be heard

addressing those whom he believed he had "run to earth."

"Say, boys!" he cried, "you know very well that I shall stay here until

you come out, and the best thing you can do is to give the job up for a

while, for I promise you that you will get no chance to do the work this

time."

It was quite evident that Mr. Newcombe had no more desire to remain

outside of the hut on guard than Ralph and George had to remain inside,

and that he was anxious to put a speedy end to what had every appearance

of being a long job. It was plain to be seen that he neither understood

nor relished this singular behavior on the part of those whom he had no

authority to arrest until they had committed some overt act, and that he

was anxious to bring the case to an issue at once.

The others looked at Bob, expecting he would make some reply to the

proposition, but he made no sign that he had even heard what had been

said. He worked industriously at the long tin tubes, neither speaking

nor looking up.

"You know that I have got wind of what you are going to do to-night,"

continued Newcombe, from the outside, "and you know that I shall stay

right here until you leave; so what's the use of acting so childishly

about it? Come right out like men, and begin the thing over at some

other time."

Even Ralph could understand that, in his eagerness to be away, Mr.

Newcombe was making a great mistake in thus pleading with those over

whom he could have no control until after their work was done, and

Dick's face lightened wonderfully as he began to hope the "torpedo

detective," as Newcombe was called, might tire of his watching and go

away.

All the inmates of the hut appeared to share the same hope, and Jim at

once began to replace the broken table with some empty boxes, in order

that he might have access to the loop-hole.

"What will be the result of all this?" Ralph asked of George, as the two

seated themselves comfortably in one corner of the room, where they

would at the same time be out of Bob's way, and see all that was going

on.

"That I can't say. It may be forty-eight hours before Bob gives up the

scheme he has evidently formed, and in the meanwhile here we are

prisoners, for we cannot ask to leave the hut until the others do. It

promises to be a tedious thing for us; but you remember that you wished

there might be some excitement other than the mere shooting of the

well."

"Yes," replied Ralph, with a laugh, "I remember that I was foolish

enough to make some such remark, and I am in a fair way to get all I

wanted."

By this time Jim had built up a shaky sort of a platform, by which he

was enabled to climb to the loop-hole, and he at once gave the result

of his outlook to his companions.

"They are unharnessing the horses," he cried, in a tone of

disappointment; for he had almost persuaded himself that they would

leave the place at once. "Newcombe's team is directly in front, and the

other two are drawn up on either side, about fifty yards from it. They

are preparing for a regular siege."

"Which is the most fortunate thing for us that could have happened,"

said Bob, contentedly.

"Why? I don't see how we can do anything when they are all ready to

follow us the moment we show ourselves out of doors," said Dick.

"If you can't, I can," replied Bob, working leisurely at his cartridges,

and with as much precision as if the "torpedo detectives" were miles

away.

"Tell me what you intend to do."

"I'll show you when everything is ready, Dick, and not before. You have

said that we couldn't do anything while they were here; therefore,

whatever my plan may be, it is better than giving the whole thing up.

Now, if your fears will permit, suppose you take hold and help me while

Jim watches our friends outside."

It was as if Dick understood for the first time that while they were

bewailing their fate that Newcombe should have found their hiding-place,

Bob was working industriously at the task on hand, and he began to help

him at once, which employment had the effect of dispelling his fears in

a wonderful degree.

"Three of the men are watching the house from the front, while Newcombe

and the other two are going towards the stable," said Jim; and then he

added, excitedly: "I believe that rascal Pete is talking with them, for

they are standing there now, looking up towards the roof as if they saw

or heard some one."

Dick was disposed to leave his work at this startling announcement but

Bob's industry had a quieting effect upon him, and he continued in his

office of helper, although with evident mental anxiety.

"Now they have called one of the other men over, and all four of them

are going through the motions of a conversation. Now Newcombe has taken

some money out of his pocket, and is holding it up in his hand."

There was a moment of silence in the hut, during which all the boys,

even including Bob, awaited in anxiety the result of this evident bribe,

and then Jim said, excitedly:

"Pete has shown himself, and is reaching out with the pitch-fork for the

money. He is selling us to Newcombe, who will know now exactly what we

were going to do."

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