THE PURSUIT
Blazing up brightly, after Joe had thrown some light sticks on the
embers, the fire revealed a much disordered camp. The Indians had rushed
over it as a squad of football players might tear through a rival
eleven, leaving devastation in their wake. The only consolation was that
Hank had managed to prevent the animals from stampeding, and the
possession of their ponies, in a country where foot travel is almost out
of the question, was a big factor.
"But they got almost everything else," said Blake, as he looked about
the temporary camp.
"They made for the grub, that's sure," spoke Joe. "I guess they were
hungry."
"But why they didn't try harder to make off with the horses is what I
can't understand," spoke Blake, as he continued to make an examination
of the damage done. "I thought that was what they were after."
"They were," declared Hank; "but I guess they realized that taking
horses is a pretty serious crime out here. They knew that all sorts of
efforts would be made to recapture 'em, and by men who would not be as
gentle with 'em as Uncle Sam's soldiers. So I guess they decided to pass
up the horses and only take some grub. That isn't so serious, especially
as the poor beggars are probably well-nigh starving, having been away
from their regular rations so long. Well, it might be worse, I suppose.
They will hardly come back to-night, and I guess we can get a little
rest when I picket these animals out again. We got off pretty lucky, I
take it, for there was sure a big bunch of them."
"Lucky?" cried Blake. "I should say not. Look here!" and he pointed to
the upset pile of boxes and bales, only a few of which were now left.
"We have had the worst kind of bad luck!"
"How's that?" demanded Joe, hurrying to the side of his chum. The fire
was brighter now. "What did they take?"
"Our reels of exposed film, for one thing!" cried Blake.
"What! Not our prize Indian pictures?" gasped Joe.
"That's what they did, Joe! Every one of those films we worked so hard
to get is gone!"
"But what could the Indians want with them?" asked Joe. "They don't
know how to develop 'em, and, even if they did, they would be of no use.
They can't know what they are, but if the least ray of light gets into
the boxes it means that the films are ruined!"
"That's right," assented Blake, hopelessly. "What can we do?"
"They probably didn't know they were taking your films, boys," spoke
Hank, who had finished making fast the horses. "They very likely thought
the boxes held some new kind of food, and they just grabbed up anything
they could get their hands on. I reckon the beggars are nearly starving,
and that's what made 'em so bold. You'll notice they didn't once fire at
us--only up in the air. They just wanted to scare us."
"And they took our films, thinking they were something good to eat,"
murmured Blake.
"Yes. I'm not saying, though, that they didn't hope to stampede the
animals; but they went wrong on that calculation, if they had it in
mind."
"They have our films," continued Joe, in a sort of daze, so suddenly had
the events of the last half-hour occurred. "What can we do?"
"Chase after 'em and get our stuff back!" exclaimed Blake, quickly. "I'm
not going to stand that loss. They can have the grub if they want it,
but I'm going to get back those films that we went to such trouble, and
so much danger, to snap."
"But how are you going to do it?" asked Joe.
"Start in pursuit!" cried his chum with energy. "Come on, Hank, you can
follow an Indian trail; can't you?"
"I sure can, when it's as broad as the one they'll be likely to leave.
But not now."
"Why not?" asked Blake.
For answer the cowboy guide waved his hand toward the darkness all
about. There seemed to be a haze over the sky, obscuring the stars.
"It would be worse than useless to start out on the chase now," said
Hank. "We can't do anything until morning."
"But they'll be too far away then," objected Blake. "And, while it might
do little harm if they opened those film boxes in the darkness, it sure
would spoil every picture we took to have them exposed in daylight.
Let's go now!" and he started toward the animals.
"No," and Hank shook his head. "I don't think you need worry about not
catching those fellers in daylight," he went on. "They won't go far
before stopping to eat the stuff they took from us. Then they'll have a
sleep and start on the trail by daylight. We can do the same, and I
think we can catch up with them. It would be risky to start out at
night in a country we know so little about. We'll have to wait."
Blake sighed, but there was no help for it. The upset camp was put in
some kind of shape, the horses were again looked to, and the fire once
more replenished. The travelers carried an unusually large supply of
provisions, and though most of these had been taken, there was still
enough food left for a day or two. In that time they might be able to
get more, if they could not recapture their own from the Indians.
"We'll start the first thing in the morning, as soon as it is light
enough to see," decided Hank. "And now, if it's all the same to you
boys, I'm going to have a bite to eat. That excitement made me hungry."
"Same here," confessed Joe, and soon they were all satisfying their
appetites.
"Oh, but I do hope we can catch up with them and take those films away
from 'em," murmured Blake, as he again sought his tent.
"We will," declared Joe, with conviction. "If we have to, I'll get word
to my soldier uncle and have the troops chase 'em."
"The only trouble is that it might be too late," spoke Blake. "I'm
afraid of the films getting light-struck. But I guess all we can do is
to wait and trust to luck."
There was no further alarm that night, and after a hasty breakfast,
eaten when it was hardly light enough to see, the remaining supplies and
provisions were packed and the ponies saddled.
"I guess we can start now," exclaimed Hank, as he leaped to his steed.
"It will soon be lighter. Forward, march!"