A NEW ARRIVAL
After the disappearance of Jarley Bangs the Rover boys and their chums
continued their trip on horseback.
"Let's move over the hill in the direction of the Bimbel ranch,"
suggested Spouter. "I'd like to get a bird's-eye view of that outfit."
"Perhaps we had better not go too close," advised Fred. "Bimbel may be
getting out a shotgun for us."
"I guess it isn't as bad as all that, Fred. Those things might have
happened years ago when the country was more sparsely settled and when
there were more bad men around. I don't take much stock in what Bangs
said. Probably he and Bimbel have quarreled. He struck me as being a man
who could get into a dispute very easily."
"Oh, I was only fooling," answered Fred. "I wouldn't be afraid to ride
right up to his door. That is, in the daytime. Of course, if we did it at
night he might become suspicious."
"Say, do you fellows know that it's five minutes to twelve?" questioned
Andy, after consulting his watch. "I move that we keep our eyes open for
some place where we can take it easy and have lunch."
"And I second the commotion," returned his brother, joking in a way their
father had made familiar to them.
The boys rode on for half an hour longer, and then reached the top of the
hill they were ascending. Here they could look a long distance in all
directions.
"Some view, I'll say," declared Jack, as he surveyed the panorama. "What
a picture for an artist to paint!" and he pointed to the majestic
mountains to the westward.
"Just look at the river--how it glistens and sparkles in the sunshine,"
burst out Spouter. "See how it winds in and out like a silvery ribbon
among the hills and brushwood and then comes out to cut the broad and
fertile prairie in the far distance."
"Spouter, you'll have to write an essay about this when you get back to
the Hall," said Fred, with a grin.
"Gee, don't mention school at a time like this!" burst out Andy. "I want
to forget all about studying until it's absolutely necessary to go back
to it. And don't forget it's high time to eat," he added.
They moved along slowly and presently selected a spot for their temporary
camp. This was a short distance from the trail they had been following.
It was at the edge of a patch of timber where they were sheltered from
the rays of the sun which were now quite warm.
"We'll be in the shade here, and yet just see the view we'll have," cried
Gif.
"Suits me," announced Spouter promptly; and the others agreed that the
spot was a first-rate location.
It did not take the six chums long to give the horses their feed and then
to empty the saddlebags and prepare their mid-day meal. They had brought
along chicken as well as roast-beef sandwiches, hard boiled eggs,
pickles, and a large cake, and also a bag of doughnuts which Hop Lung had
learned to make from Mrs. Powell and of which the Celestial was justly
proud. They also had with them a thermos bottle of hot cocoa and another
of coffee, all fixed ready to drink.
"Well, Hop Lung certainly spread himself for us," said Jack, as he took
up one of the fat chicken sandwiches and surveyed it with satisfaction.
Then he turned to the twins. "What are you grinning about?" he questioned
quickly.
"Oh, I was only thinking about the trick we played on the Chink,"
chuckled Andy.
"And I was thinking of the same thing," put in his twin.
"It's a wonder he didn't try to get square with us for that," came from
Fred. "An American would be sure to try it."
The long ride in the open air had made all of the boys hungry, and it was
not long before they had disposed of a large part of the sandwiches,
pickles and eggs, washing the meal down with cocoa and coffee and also
with water from a regular water bottle Spouter carried.
"Now I guess it's about time we passed around some of the cake," remarked
Jack, presently.
"I think I'll start on a doughnut," answered Gif.
The cake was in a square tin and had been cut ready for use. In a few
seconds all of the boys were munching away lustily.
And then something happened! It was Fred who was the first to notice that
the piece of cake he was devouring had a peculiar puckery taste. He
rolled some of the cake around in his mouth, and then suddenly ejected
it, and just as he did this Andy dropped the doughnut he was devouring.
"Oh my! What's the matter with that cake?"
"Say, this doughnut tastes like fire!"
"Gee, my mouth is burning up!"
"Give me some of that water, quick! My tongue is getting blistered!"
"What do you suppose is in this cake, anyhow, and in the doughnuts?"
demanded Jack, as he, too, made a wry face and stopped eating.
"Gracious me! do you suppose Hop Lung put the wrong stuff in the cake and
in the doughnuts?" demanded Spouter anxiously.
"Oh, this is awful!" groaned Gif. "I'm burning up inside!" And he put
both hands on his stomach.
"Maybe we're poisoned!" suggested Randy. He made a wild dive for the
water bottle, and this was passed around from hand to hand, each lad
drinking eagerly in an endeavor to wash the burning taste from his mouth
and throat.
"I know what's the matter," said Jack, after the most of the excitement
was over. "Hop Lung doctored the cake and the doughnuts to get square
with us for the trick we played on him."
"I wonder if that's so?" questioned Andy soberly.
"Sure, it's so!" broke in Gif. "That Chink wasn't as slow as you thought,
Andy."
"Gosh, my mouth burns yet!" grumbled Randy, taking a drink of cocoa.
"That's the worst dose I ever chewed. What do you suppose he put in the
cake?"
"Tasted to me like a combination of cayenne pepper, mustard, and a few
things like that," answered Jack.
"Then the whole cake and all the doughnuts must be no good."
"That's too bad! And I had my heart set on a nice doughnut," answered
Spouter. "Just the same, I can't blame Hop Lung."
"Well, anyway, let's be thankful the sandwiches are all right and so are
the eggs," remarked Fred.
"Maybe some of the sandwiches that are left are doctored," put in Andy
suspiciously.
"No, they look all right," announced Gif, after an inspection. "And he
couldn't do much with the eggs while they were in their shells," he
added.
While he was speaking, and while some of the boys were still taking
drinks of various kinds to clear their mouths and throats of that awful
burning taste, Spouter made an inspection of the paper bag containing the
doughnuts.
"Hello! here's another little bag at the bottom of the big one," he
cried. "Let's see what it contains."
He dumped out the doughnuts and drew forth the smaller bag. Opening this,
the lads found it contained six pieces of golden yellow pound cake,
neatly wrapped in tissue paper.
"Gee! is that more of the doctored stuff?" questioned Fred.
"Maybe. But I don't think so," answered Spouter. "I think Hop Lung put
this in for a peace offering, to be found after we had chewed on that
other stuff."
And in that surmise Spouter proved correct. The pound cake was delicious,
and, having sampled it with caution to find that it was all right, the
boys ate it to the last crumb with great satisfaction.
"We'd better dump all that other stuff away," said Fred. "No use of
carrying it if it isn't fit to eat."
"Maybe some of it is good," returned Andy.
"Do you want to sample it and make sure?" questioned Jack, with a grin.
"Not on your life! I wouldn't want that burning taste in my mouth again
for a hundred dollars."
The boys threw the highly-seasoned cake and the doughnuts away, repacked
what was left of the other food, and then continued on their ride. The
trail led through the patch of timber and then over some rather rough
rocks and through some brushwood. Among the rocks they found a spring
where the water was clear and cold, and here they had a most refreshing
drink and watered their horses.
"It's queer this spring is away up here on the top of the hill," remarked
Spouter. "That water must flow underground from the mountains yonder."
"What a lot of underground streams there must be!" returned Fred.
While moving along those in the lead had kept their eyes open for more
snakes. But no reptiles appeared, for which they were thankful.
"But I'm sorry we didn't see some sort of wild animals," said Randy, in
speaking of this. "I thought sure we'd see a bear or a deer or something
like that."
Even birds seemed to be scarce in that vicinity, and the only sound that
broke the stillness as they advanced was their own voices and the clatter
of the horses' hoofs on the rocks.
The trail was a well-defined one, and they could see that it had been
used only a short while before.
"Half a dozen horsemen have been this way within the last few hours,"
declared Gif. "Most likely they were on their way to Bimbel's ranch."
"I wonder if that man Haddon has gotten here yet," said Jack.
"More than likely," answered Fred. "If you'll remember, those men didn't
expect to stay in Arrow Junction very long."
"I'd like to know more about that chap, and know exactly how he's mixed
up with Brassy Bangs," went on the oldest of the Rover boys.
"I guess we'd all like to know that," put in Randy.
Presently they came to a turn of the trail. Here they could see across a
wide stretch of prairie to where there was a collection of low buildings,
seven or eight in number. To the rear of the buildings was a corral for
horses.
"It doesn't look much different from lots of other ranches," said Fred.
"Do you want to go any closer to it?" questioned Gif.
The boys talked the matter over, and while Andy and Randy were rather
curious to get a more intimate view of the place, the others decided that
they would not ride any closer on this trip.
"It's now nearly two o'clock," said Spouter. "And if we want to go any
distance up the river it will take us until sundown to get back home."
They turned back, and an hour or so later reached the point where they
had parted from Jarley Bangs. Then they took a trail up the river and
followed this until the sun, sinking over the western mountains, warned
them that it was time for them to head for home.
"Say, I've got an idea," announced Andy, when they came in sight of the
ranch house. "Don't let on to anybody about that doctored cake. If Hop
Lung or anybody else mentions it, just act as if nothing unusual had
happened. Say the lunch was as good as any we ever had."
"That's the idea!" returned his twin. "We'll keep that Chink guessing."
And it may be added here that the boys kept their word, and Hop Lung
never knew how his little joke had terminated, although he felt sure in
his own mind that they had received the full benefit of the trick he had
played.
The six boys were still some distance from the house when they saw a man
come out on the veranda and wave his hand to them. At first they thought
it might be Sam Rover. But then, of a sudden, Jack let out a yell.
"Boys, what do you know about this! Do you recognize that man?"
"It's Hans Mueller!" ejaculated Fred.
"Uncle Hans!"
"Who would have thought he was coming to the ranch?"
"Hans Mueller!" murmured Andy. "I'll be glad to see him. He's as full of
fun as a stray dog is of fleas!"
Hans Mueller was a man who in his boyhood days had been a boon companion
of the Rover boys' fathers. When he had gone to Putnam Hall with the
Rovers he had spoken very broken English, and his improvement in speech
had been slow and painful. But Hans had prospered in a business way, and
was now the sole proprietor of a chain of delicatessen stores in Chicago.
He was unmarried, and, having no family of his own, had insisted upon it
that all of his young friends call him "uncle."
"Hello der, eferypody!" called out Hans Mueller cordially, as he came
down from the veranda to greet them, his fat face beaming genially.
"How are you, Uncle Hans?" cried Jack, leaping to the ground and shaking
hands. "This is certainly a surprise."
"Yes, Songpird tol' me you wouldn't know I vas coming," was the answer.
"How you been alreatty?"
"Fine as silk," answered Andy gayly. And now all the boys clustered
around to shake hands.
"You're just the man we want here to help us enjoy our vacation," put in
Fred.
"Dot's nice, Fred. I tink I vas going to haf a fine time alreatty. And I
need him," went on Hans Mueller. "Since I come from de war back from
Europe, where I fights for Uncle Sam, I work like a steam horse in mine
delicatessen stores. But so soon like Songpird says come out here and
meet dem Rovers and you udder friends, I say to my clerks, 'you got to
run dem stores by yourselfes alreatty yet awhile. I go oud to Pig Horn
Ranch and git some fresh air mine lungs in.'"
"You'll get the fresh air all right enough," announced Spouter. "And
we're mighty glad you're here," he added, and then led the way into the
house.