THE OASIS
"I'M sorry now I allowed myself to go to sleep at all," said Dick, as
he heard what had happened.
This was the first Roger knew of his suspicions, for Dick had felt that
it was hardly worth while taking his chum into his confidence.
"Do you mean you didn't like the way that Indian acted, and that you
meant to stay awake to keep an eye on him?" demanded Roger.
"I did at first, but I was very tired, and he seemed to be sound
asleep; so I gave it up. Perhaps, if I had kept awake for just another
half hour, I might have caught him in the act."
All of them were feeling depressed over the incident. It was not so
much the horse they regretted, though the animal might prove valuable
to them later on; but having their supply of drinking water cut short
told heavily.
They started on with heavy hearts, and the future looked dismal,
indeed. Still, it was not the nature of such a man as Captain Lewis to
despair when, after all, there might be no occasion for trouble. His
good nature presently infected the remainder of the party, and hope
again found lodgment in their hearts.
By being careful, the water could easily be made to cover two days, and
by that time it was believed they would have found a fresh supply.
It had been only recently that the two boys had learned certain facts
that gave them considerable cause for worry. One of the trappers, who
had been out hunting just before the caravan reached the foot of the
mountains, had discovered two men who wore the garb of whites.
They were armed with guns and had horses in the bargain. He had not
been able to creep close enough to hear anything they said, but, from
the description which he gave of the strangers, both Dick and Roger
felt sure they knew who they must be.
The one with the black hair and beard was the vindictive French trader,
François Lascelles; while his companion could be no other than the
treacherous Andrew Waller, who had been kicked out of the camp when his
duplicity became known.
The two rascals had evidently joined forces, and continued to follow
after the explorers, bent on having a sweet revenge for the indignities
that had been visited upon their heads, though rightly, by Captain
Lewis.
Alexis, the grown son of Lascelles, must have returned to civilization,
since he had not been seen with his father. The knowledge that these
evil men were bent on following them across mountain and plain, and
determined on punishing the boys because their plans had been ruined,
was something calculated to take away much of the pleasure Dick and
Roger would otherwise have enjoyed.
From time to time their thoughts naturally went out toward Lascelles
and his unscrupulous ally. They often wondered whether the two men had
actually crossed the mountain range, and if they would even attempt the
passage of this burning desert.
Roger in particular was indignant over the prospect of such a thing.
"It would serve them right," he declared, as he talked matters over
with Dick, "if they lost their way out here on the desert, and paid the
penalty with their miserable lives. I wish that would happen to them,
even if it does sound wicked; but of what use are they in the world,
except to bring trouble to others who never tried to harm them in the
beginning?"
"And the chances are," pursued Dick, frowning, "that, after we do get
across this sandy stretch, if they follow us, it will be to spread some
of the same lies about our being the sons of the Great White Father at
Washington. They plan to have the Indians seize us, and hold us for the
ransom that would never come. It might mean we would be kept all our
lives among the Indians, and never see our families any more."
"All I can say, Dick, is that I'll be a happy boy when we get across
this terrible desert. When we happen on the white bones of animals that
have perished here, sticking out of the sand, they make me think of
finger posts pointing to our finish. To tell you the honest truth, I
don't think I have ever shivered before when burning up with fever; but
it's the prospect that does it."
"Oh! there's no use feeling that way," Dick assured him, seeing that
really the other was very much depressed in his spirits; "we are going
to pull out of this scrape, just as we always do. Before a great while
things will look cheery again, take my word for it."
"If only there was any chance to find game I wouldn't feel so bad,"
complained Roger, touching his gun, which was fastened behind his
saddle.
"Well, there is a little patch of scrub trees beyond us right now," his
comrade told him. "Suppose we ride ahead and see if we are lucky enough
to find a stray antelope there. Sometimes there is moisture in one of
those oasis, and some grass manages to grow. It can do no harm, and
will serve to take our minds off a disagreeable subject."
Roger began to show a little animation at that. Anything touching on
hunting was apt to engage his attention, and raise his spirits.
"I'm with you, Dick, every time!" he hastened to exclaim; "and, if we
could only strike a deer, even one of those little antelopes you spoke
of, it would be worth while. Our fresh meat has given out, but we could
find plenty of wood to make a fire if we needed it. That sun, though,
is hot enough to cook meat by itself, I think."
After mentioning their plan to Captain Clark, who was nearby, the two
lads urged their horses to increase their slow pace. This the jaded
animals were not much inclined to do, but the will of their masters
prevailed, and they left the plodding caravan behind.
Dick suggested that they divide their forces, in order to approach
the patch of scrubby-looking dwarf trees from two sides. This was the
policy of an experienced hunter. In case there happened to be anything
worth shooting among the trees, the hunters stood a double chance of
getting a shot, no matter which way the deer ran.
Dick did not entertain much hope of meeting with success. From the look
of the miserable timber he felt it was hardly probable that grass was
growing in its midst, or that a deer should have been attracted by the
promise of food. Still, it would not do to neglect any precaution; and,
as he rode forward, he held his gun ready in his hand, meaning to jump
to the ground before firing, so as to be more certain in his aim.
When he had reason to believe that Roger must have come up on the
opposite side of the patch of trees, Dick felt that it was time to turn
his horse's head, and ride directly toward his goal.
Just then he caught some sort of movement amidst the trees, though
he could not tell the nature of it. Some living creature must have
sought refuge there, though it might after all prove to be only a lone
buzzard, pecking at a bone, or perhaps one of those larger birds which
Captain Lewis had told them were vultures.
He kept watching the spot as his horse advanced. The animal snorted
once or twice, which Dick considered a sign worth noticing, for it
might mean that some ferocious beast lay concealed on the border of the
oasis.
A moment afterwards Dick gave vent to a grunt of disgust. After all, it
turned out to be a sneaking wolf of that small species which they had
found to be as cowardly as it was ugly. Yes, now he had a good glimpse
of the animal, running along the edge of the timber, and evidently
expecting to make off in the other direction.
Dick hoped Roger would not be tempted to waste a shot on the cowardly
beast, for its death could not be of the least advantage to them. It's
presence there settled the last lingering hope he had felt concerning
the finding of game. No antelope was apt to stay long when one of those
hungry coyotes came around, Dick imagined.
He rode slowly on. The patch of trees was really larger than he had
imagined, and, while about it, Dick felt he should make doubly sure.
Perhaps they might run on a small spring there in the oasis, though the
appearance of things did not inspire him with much confidence.
"It would be even better than finding game, if we did come across a
water hole," he was telling himself as he pushed on.
He heard Roger give a loud yell on the other side of the oasis.
Evidently he had just discovered the skulking animal and was shouting
to start him in full flight across the sandy waste. But he did not
shoot, for which Dick was glad.
Now, having arrived at the border of the scrubby trees, Dick jumped
down and fastened his horse to a convenient branch. It was his
intention to enter the patch of timber on foot, as Roger was doubtless
doing from the other side. They could scour the whole of it in a brief
time, and find out whether so much as a cup of water was to be obtained.
He could hear Roger advancing opposite to him, and knew they would
soon meet. Even then he caught sight of the other moving along, though
evidently hopeless of finding anything in the shape of game.
Dick had just opened his mouth to say something when he was thrilled
to hear a dreadful, rattling sound that he knew only too well. At the
same time Roger sprang hastily back, and uttered a loud cry of alarm.