INTO THE DEPTHS
Preparations for exploring the mysterious tunnel on this occasion were
much more complete and elaborate than when Bud, Dick and Nort walked
through it before. And they did not rush off in haste, the moment it
was discovered that the water no longer came through the reservoir end
of the pipe line that formed the beginning and end of the old
underground stream course.
"There's water enough for nearly a week, anyhow," said Bud, in
discussing their plans. "And if we can't discover the cause of the
stoppage inside of that time, and get it turned on again, we may as
well know that and give up Flume Valley as a bad job."
"That's right," chimed in Nort.
"The stoppage is inside the tunnel, that's sure," voiced Dick.
"Yes," answered his cousin. "The water is running in all right from
the river."
This fact had been ascertained by telephone. The water was running
freely from Pocut River above the dam, and into the pipe that entered
the side of the mountain.
Bud's father had been told of the situation, which followed so closely
on the heels of the discovery of the evil acts of Pocut Pete.
"Doesn't this sort of set you fellows back so you want to give up
ranching?" Mr. Merkel asked his son and nephews.
"Not a bit!" promptly answered Bud.
"We're going to stick!" added Nort.
"And find out what makes this water stop," contributed Dick. "We'll
show up Hank Fisher, Del Pinzo and that other bunch of crooks, too!"
"I don't see how Hank could have had anything to do with this water
stoppage," said Mr. Merkel. "Of course it may develop that he hired
Pocut Pete to infect our cattle, but even that is doubtful. Those
fellows are pretty cute. Anyhow, Pocut Pete is where he can't do any
harm for some time. He won't be tried until fall.
"But it's my idea, boys, that this water stoppage is caused by some
natural means. We are using an old underground river bed, you realize,
and there may be what I'd call a 'hole' in it somewhere. The water
that ought to come to you may drop down that hole."
"But why doesn't it do it all the while?" asked Dick.
"That's one of the mysteries," said his uncle, "one that you'll have to
solve."
"We went over it all before," spoke Bud, "and we couldn't see even a
branch passage."
"Well, some of the men are going with you this time," his father said.
"They're more used to looking for signs than you fellows are, though I
must say you've done fine, so far!"
As Mr. Merkel had stated, it was decided to send several of the cowboys
with Bud and his cousins on this expedition into the dark tunnel. Old
Billee, Yellin' Kid and Snake Purdee would be of the party, which would
thus consist of six.
In this way, there being safety in numbers, it was hoped that accidents
might be avoided, or, if they happened, there would be at hand help for
the unfortunates.
"If we could only take a boat," said Dick, when the preparations were
almost completed, "it would be great!"
"What could we do with a boat in that stream, which is hardly three
feet wide in places?" asked his brother. A boat had been mentioned in
the first excitement, however, but the idea was abandoned as
impracticable.
"Well, if the flood came, as suddenly as it did when we had to take
refuge on the ledge, we could float out," answered Dick.
"A boat to hold six men would be too big to carry," spoke Bud. "Even a
folding canvas one wouldn't answer. But I know what we can do."
"What?" asked Nort.
"We can each take an inner automobile tire. Blown up, they are as good
as life preservers, and with them fastened to us we can float and be
carried along by the current, if a flood happens again."
It was decided that this was a wise precaution to take, and from
Diamond X some inner tubes were sent over--old ones that had outlived
their usefulness on the car, but which still held air, and would, as
Bud said, make excellent life preservers.
In order to make a thorough examination it was decided to take food and
water enough to last the expedition at least two days. It was easy to
traverse the tunnel in one day, as the boys had proved. But Old Billee
counseled a slower trip.
"I wish I could go with you," said Mr. Merkel to the boys, when the
time came for the start, "but I have a shipment of steers to get off,
and I want to keep watch of this epidemic. It begins to look as if we
had gotten the best of it, but I'm taking no chances."
"Oh, we'll make out all right, Dad," spoke Bud. "Though we would like
to have you with us. And when we come back we'll either settle, for
good and all, this fight for water, or we'll abandon Flume Valley!"
"I'd hate to see you give it up," said the ranchman. "It is an ideal
place to raise cattle, with the water here. But without it, of course,
there's no use thinking of it. Well, good luck to you," he called, as
he turned to go back to Diamond X proper.
As he had said, there had been no further outbreak of the epidemic
among the cattle of the boy ranchers. The steers which Pocut Pete had
cut, injecting into them the pus and germs, died, however. And there
were more of these than Bud and his cousins had counted on.
But if they lost no more than this half-score, and could get the water
back, all might yet be well.
The water in the reservoir had gone down several feet when the
expedition started into the tunnel. Much of the fluid had to be drawn
off to water the thirsty cattle, for it was the height of summer now,
and the heat, in the middle of the day, was terrific.
But there was still enough of the supply to last for several days.
Then, if Bud and his companions could not discover the secret of the
stoppage, and get the water to running again. Flume Valley would have
to be abandoned.
"Well, I can't see that we can do any more," spoke Bud.
"No; you've got things as well fixed as possible," agreed Old Billee.
"Can't tell when you'll see us again," said Dick to the remaining
cowboys gathered about the reservoir end of the tunnel to see the
expedition start in.
"Well, good luck, anyhow!" came the answer.
A number of punchers had been sent over to Flume Valley from Diamond X
and Triangle B to replace Yellin' Kid, Billee and Snake Purdee who were
to accompany the boy ranchers.
Suddenly Yellin' Kid broke into song:
"Leave me alone with a rope an' a saddle,
Fold my spurs under my haid!
Give me a can of them sweet, yaller peaches,
'Cause why? My true-love is daid!"
"Oh, give us something cheerful!" laughed Bud, as the cowboy seemed
about to start on another verse.
"That's cheerful enough for this occasion," retorted Yellin' Kid.
"Wait 'till you hear me howl in that tunnel."
"Don't!" begged Dick with a laugh. "It echoes so you'll bring the roof
down!"
There was a hurried inspection of their weapons and supplies, for each
was equally needed. The inner tubes of several auto tires had been
provided and tested, and there was a small air pump with which to
inflate them.
"All ready?" asked Bud, at length.
"All ready," answered Old Billee. "But I wish I had a hoss!"
"Couldn't use one," retorted Snake Purdee. "It'll work off some of the
fat, if you walk."
"Hu! Fat!" snorted Old Billee. "I ain't fat!"
"Forward!" suddenly called Bud.
Then with waves of their hands, and with the calling of many "good-bye"
farewells, the expedition disappeared into the black depths of the
tunnel.
What would they find? What would be the outcome? Would they ever
reappear again?
These were questions which more than one asked himself, but no one
spoke them aloud.
"Now," remarked Bud, when they were well within the long stretch of
blackness, and lanterns had been lighted, "we walked, the other time,
on the left-hand side of the water course. What say we try the right
one this time?"
"Good enough!" decided Old Billee. "We'll be right for once!" he joked.
"But it really is a good idea," declared Snake Purdee. "There might
have been something--some hidden passage on the side you didn't travel,
boys. You could easily have missed it in the darkness."
So this was decided on. As a matter of fact in many places it was
possible for the party to divide and some walk along either side of the
old stream bed. But this would not be feasible should the water
suddenly appear again.
And so the expedition moved slowly along. I say slowly, for that speed
marked their course. They carried a number of lanterns and these were
flashed over walls and roof as well as on the bottom, to discover, if
possible, a branch tunnel, or hole, where the water might travel to,
and thus be shunted off from the reservoir end. But, for several hours
nothing occurred, and nothing was discovered. Lunch was eaten in the
blackness, relieved as it was only by the lanterns, and then the
expedition started off again.
"Here's the place where we were when the water came spouting before,"
said Bud, as they came opposite the ledge on which he and his cousins
had taken refuge. "I think we ought to spend some time here and----"
"Hark," suddenly interrupted Nort. "Hear that noise!"
They all heard it--a rushing, roaring sound, like the blowing of a
mighty wind.
"The water--the water!" cried Bud. "Look out!"
They could hear the noise more plainly, now, and as Snake and Billee
raised their lanterns, the glows flashed on a white, frothy mass
approaching through the blackness of the tunnel.
"It's the same as before!" cried Nort. "Get to the ledge! The ledge!"
He made a leap, running ahead to where he saw a more narrow place that
would enable him to leap across from the right to the left side of the
channel.
And then, while the others hung back for a moment, and Nort thus dashed
ahead alone, his companions saw him quickly disappear. The wall of
water suddenly rushed forward, but it never came quite to the place
where the party of five now stood in nameless terror--five, for Nort
had disappeared into the depths of the stream that had so mysteriously
appeared again out of the blackness.
From whence it came, and whither it was rushing, not to foam entirely
over that startled group, none in it could say. But it had engulfed
Nort--that they had seen.