INTO THE WILDERNESS.
Jerry had a curious dream. He thought he was back in Cresville and
was playing a game of ball. He had reached second base safely and was
standing there when the player on the other side grabbed him by his belt
and began to pull him away.
"Here! Stop that! It's not in the game!" exclaimed Jerry, struggling to
get away. So real was the effort that he awakened. He looked up, and
there, standing over him in the darkness, was a dim form.
"Silence!" hissed a voice. "One move and I'll kill you. Remain quiet and
you shall not be harmed!"
Jerry had sense enough to obey. He was wide awake now and knew that he
was at the mercy of a Mexican robber. The man was struggling to undo the
lad's money-belt about his waist, and it was this that had caused the
boy's vivid dream.
Jerry had been kicking his feet about rather freely, but now he
stretched out and submitted to the mauling to which the robber was
subjecting him. If only Ned would awake, Jerry thought, for Ned, he
knew, had his revolver ready in his hand.
With a yank the thief took off Jerry's belt containing the money.
"Lie still or you die!" the fellow exclaimed.
Then he moved over to where Ned reclined on the bed. Jerry could see
more plainly now, for the storm had ceased, the moon had risen and
a stray beam came in the side window of the house-boat. The robber
stretched out his hand to Ned's waist. He was about to reach under the
coat and unbuckle the money-belt, when Ned suddenly sat upright. In his
hand he held his revolver, which he pointed full in the face of the
marauder.
"Drop that knife!" exclaimed Ned, for the Mexican held a sharp blade in
his hand.
"Bah!" the fellow exclaimed, but the steel fell with a clang to the
floor.
"Now lay the money-belt on the bed, if you don't want me to shoot!" said
the boy, pushing the cold steel of the weapon against the Mexican's face.
"Pardon, señor, it was all a joke! Don't shoot!" the fellow uttered, in
a trembling voice, at the same time tossing the belt over to Jerry, who
had drawn his own revolver from under the pillow where he had placed it.
"Light the candle, Jerry," went on Ned, "while I keep him covered with
the gun. We'll see what sort of a chap he is."
Jerry rose to find matches. But the robber did not wait for this. With a
bound he leaped to the window. One jump took him through, and a second
later a splash in the river outside told how he had escaped.
Ned ran to the casement and fired two shots, not with any intention of
hitting the man, but to arouse his friends. In an instant there was
confused shouting, lights gleamed in several rooms, and Don Alvarzo came
hurrying in.
"What's the matter? What is it all about? Is any one killed?" he cried.
"Nothing much has happened," said Ned, as coolly as possible under the
circumstances. "A burglar got in the room and got out again."
"A burglar? A thief? Impossible! In my house-boat? Where did he go? Did
he get anything?"
"He got Jerry's money-belt," said Ned, "but----"
"A money-belt! Santa Maria! Was there much in it?" and Ned thought he
saw a gleam come into the Don's eyes.
"Oh, he didn't get it to keep!" went on Jerry. "We both fell asleep,
and the fellow robbed Jerry first. I was awakened by feeling Jerry
accidentally kick me. I saw the robber take his belt, but when he came
for mine I was ready for him. I made him give Jerry's back----"
"Made him give it back!" exclaimed Don Alvarzo, and Ned fancied he
detected disappointment in his host's face. "You are a brave lad. Where
did the fiend go?"
"Out of the window," answered Ned. "I fired at him to give him a scare."
"I am disgraced that such a thing should happen in my house!" exclaimed
the Don, and this time it was Jerry who noticed Jones, the American
manager, winking one eye as he stood behind his employer. "I am
disgraced," went on the Mexican. "But never mind, I shall inform the
authorities and they will hang every robber they catch to please me."
"I'm robbed! I'm robbed!" exclaimed Professor Snodgrass, bursting into
the room. He was attired in blue pajamas, and his bald head was shining
in the candle light.
"What did they get from you?" asked the Don, his face once more showing
interest.
"The rascals took three fine specimens of sand fleas from me!" exclaimed
the naturalist. "The loss is irreparable!"
"_Diablo!_" exclaimed the Don, under his breath. "Three sand fleas! Ah,
these crazy _Americanos_!"
"I fancy you can get more, Professor," said Jones, with a laugh. "Well,
there seems to be no great damage done. I reckon we can all go back to
bed now."
The servants, who had been aroused by the commotion, went back to their
rooms. In a little while the Don, with many and profuse apologies,
withdrew, and the professor and Bob returned to their apartments. Jones
was the last to go.
"I told you to be on the watch," he whispered, as he prepared to leave.
"I overheard some of the rascals making up a game to relieve you of some
of your cash. I wouldn't say the Don was in on it, but the sooner you
get out of this place the better. You can go to sleep now. There is no
more danger. Lucky one of you happened to wake up in time or you'd have
been cleaned out. Good-night."
"Good-night," said Ned and Jerry, as they locked their door, which had
been opened by false keys. They went to bed and slept soundly until
daybreak, in spite of the excitement. Nor were they disturbed again.
Don Alvarzo talked of nothing but the attempted robbery the next morning
at breakfast. He declared he had sent one of his men post-haste to
inform the authorities, who, he said, would dispatch a troop of soldiers
to search for the miscreant.
"I am covered with confusion that my guests should be so insulted," he
said.
But, somehow, his voice did not ring true. The boys and the professor,
however, thanked him for his consideration and hospitality.
"I think we must be traveling now," announced Jerry.
"Will you not pass another night under my roof?" asked the Don. "I
promise you that you will not be awakened by robbers again."
"No, thank you," said Jerry. Afterward, he said the Don might carry out
his promise too literally, and take means to prevent them from waking
if thieves did enter their rooms. So, amid protestations that he was
disappointed at the shortness of their stay, and begging them to come
and see him again, the Don said farewell.
"I think, perhaps, we ought to pay for the damage to your boat," said
Jerry, not wishing to be under any obligations to the Mexican.
"Do not insult me, I beg of you!" exclaimed the Don, and he really
seemed so hurt that Jerry did not press it. Then, with a toot of the
horn, the auto started off on the trip through Mexico.
It was a beautiful day, and the boys were enchanted with the scenery.
Behind them lay the broad Rio Grande, while off to the right were the
foothills that increased in height and size until they became the mighty
mountains. The foliage was deep green from the recent shower, and the
sun shone, making the whole country appear a most delightful place.
"It looked as if our entrance into Mexico was not going to be very
pleasant," said Jerry, "especially during the storm and the smash-up
with the house-boat. But to-day it couldn't be better."
"That was a close call you and Ned had," put in Bob. "I wonder why they
didn't tackle me?"
"Because you are so good-natured-looking the robbers knew you never had
any money," replied Jerry, with a laugh. "I wonder what Chunky would
have done if a Mexican brigand had demanded his money-belt?"
"He could have had it without me making a fuss," replied the stout
youth. "Money is a good thing, but I think more of myself than half a
dozen money-belts."
"Ah, my poor fleas!" exclaimed the professor. "I wonder if the robber
killed them."
"I guess they hopped away," suggested Ned.
"No, they would never leave me," went on the naturalist.
"Well, I'm glad I haven't such an intimate acquaintance with them as
that," commented Jerry, with a laugh.
"Oh, they were tame. They never bit me once," the professor said, with
pride in his voice.
With Ned at the steering-wheel, the auto made good time. The road was
a fair one, skirting the edge of a vast plain for several miles. About
noon the path led into a dense forest, where there was barely room for
the machine to pass the thick trees and vines that bordered the way on
either side.
"I hope we don't get caught in this wilderness," said Ned, making a
skilful turn to avoid a fallen tree.
"Supposing we stop now and get dinner," suggested Jerry. "It's past
noon, and I'm hungry."
The plan was voted a good one. The portable stove that burned gasolene
was set going, coffee was made and some canned chicken was warmed in a
frying pan. With some seasoning and frijoles Don Alvarzo had given them
the boys made an excellent meal.
After a rest beneath the trees the boys started off in their auto again.
The road widened when they had gone a few miles, and improved so that
traveling was easier. About dusk they came to a small village, in the
centre of which was a comfortable-looking inn.
"How will that do to stop at overnight?" asked Ned.
"First rate," answered Jerry.
The auto was steered into the yard, and the proprietor of the place came
out, bowing and smiling.
"Your friends have just preceded you, señors," he said.
"Our friends?" asked Jerry, in surprise.
"_Si, señor._ Don Nixon and Don Pender. They were here not above an hour
ago. I think they must be your friends, because they were in the same
sort of an engine as yourselves."
"Noddy Nixon here!" exclaimed Jerry.