[Illustration: "But ain't yuh meanin' tuh pay me anything fo' shootin'
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BOY SCOUTS ON THE OPEN PLAINS
OR
THE ROUND-UP NOT ORDERED
By
G. HARVEY RALPHSON
Author of
BOY SCOUTS IN THE CANAL ZONE
BOY SCOUTS IN THE NORTHWEST
BOY SCOUTS IN A MOTOR BOAT
BOY SCOUTS IN A SUBMARINE
[Illustration]
Chicago
M. A. DONOHUE & COMPANY
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Copyright 1914
by
M. A. Donohue & Co.
CHICAGO
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Contents
I. OVER THE EDGE
II. LUCKY JIMMY
III. THE HELPING HAND
IV. PICKING UP POINTS
V. AROUND THE CAMP FIRE
VI. THE WOLF PACK
VII. EVERYBODY BUSY
VIII. AN UNWELCOME GUEST
IX. THE HOMING PIGEON
X. AT DOUBLE CROSS RANCH
XI. THE SHEEP AND THE GOATS
XII. NIPPING A MUTINY
XIII. AT WASHOUT COULIE
XIV. STAMPEDING THE PRIZE BUNCH
XV. JIMMY'S UNWILLING RIDE
XVI. AFTER THE RUSTLERS' RAID
XVII. THE SHREWD OLD FOX
XVIII. MORE TROUBLE AHEAD
XIX. AT BAY IN THE CANYON
XX. SMOKED OUT
XXI. IN THE HANDS OF THE RUSTLERS
XXII. COMING OF THE REAL BOSS--CONCLUSION
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Boy Scouts on the Open Plains
CHAPTER I.
OVER THE EDGE.
"'Tis meself that calls this pretty tough mountain climbin', and me
athinkin' all the while the road to Uncle Job's cattle ranch would take
us along the bully open plain all the way!"
"Hold your horses, Jimmy; we've got to about the end of this hill
climbing. After we cross this divide it's going to be the kind of
travel you mention, all on the level. One more town to pass through,
and then we strike out for the ranch. Any minute now we ought to
glimpse the low country through this canyon that we've been following
over the ridge."
"There it is right now, Ned, and let me tell you I'm glad myself that
this hard work is nearly over with. Whew! did you ever see a prettier
picture than this is, with the whole country spread out like a big map?"
"And that's where we aim to spend some little time, is it, boys?" asked
a third one of the four boys who, leading a loaded pack burro apiece,
had been climbing a range of rocky mountains away down in a corner of
Nevada not a great distance from the Arizona border.
"Yes, that's going to be our stamping ground, Jack, for some little
time to come. My uncle Job Haines has his ranch away over there
somewhere or other, in the hazy distance. His partner, another uncle of
mine, James Henshaw, is with him in the business--you know my mother
was married twice, and this last gentleman is the brother of her first
husband, which is how I come to have so many uncles. What d'ye say to
resting up a bit here before we start down the grade, Ned?"
The way three of them turned toward the other young fellow was evidence
enough in itself to show that he must be the leader of the little
company, which was in fact the truth.
All of the mountain climbers were wearing rather faded but serviceable
khaki suits, which with the leggins and campaign hats proved that they
must belong to some troop of Boy Scouts. But it was many days' journey
from their present surroundings to the scene of their home activities,
for they belonged in New York City.
Those of our young readers who have had the pleasure and privilege of
possessing one or more of the previous volumes connected with this
series of stories will readily recognize the four lads as old and
valued acquaintances. For the sake of the few who may not have enjoyed
meeting the lively quartette before, a few sentences of introduction
may be necessary before going on further. And while they are resting
both themselves and their pack animals, at the same time drinking in
the magnificent scenery that was spread out before them, looking toward
the southeast, it would seem to be a fitting opportunity for this
service.
The leader of the little party was Ned Nestor, who also served as
assistant scout master of the troop, having duly qualified for the
office according to the rules of the organization. He was a good hunter
and tracker, and possessed a wide knowledge of woodcraft in its best
sense.
Some time previous to this Ned had been given various chances to work
for the Secret Service of the Government at Washington, and had
conducted himself in such a manner as to win the confidence of the
authorities. They realized that there were many opportunities when a
bright lad might accomplish things unsuspected where a man would be apt
to slip up. And judging from the success which had on most occasions
followed Ned's taking up a case, it appeared as though this might have
been a wise move.
One of the other boys, a short chap with red hair and a freckled face,
often acted as Ned's assistant in these dangerous adventures. His name
was Jimmy McGraw, and at one time he had been a regular tough little
Bowery boy in New York, until he happened to meet Ned under strange
conditions, and was virtually adopted by the other's father, so that he
now made his home with the Nestors. Jimmy could not entirely shake off
some of the old habits; and this accounted for his making use of a
little slang now and then, when trying to express himself forcibly.
The third lad was named Jack Bosworth. Jack was a splendid chum,
faithful as the needle can be to the pole, and as brave as he was
robust. His father being a rich corporation lawyer and capitalist, the
boy had been allowed to do pretty much as he chose. Fortunately Jack
was a true scout in every sense of the word, and could be depended upon
to keep out of mischief. He believed Ned Nestor to be the finest patrol
leader that ever wore the khaki and was ready to follow his lead, no
matter where it took him.
Harry Stevens, the fourth and last of the quartette, was inclined to be
a student rather than a lover of the trail and hunters' camp. His hobby
seemed to lie along the study of wild animals' habits, and also the
history of the ancient Indian tribes that, centuries back, were known
to have inhabited the southwestern portion of our country. He had kept
harping all the while upon the subject of the strange Zunis, the Hopis,
and the Moquis, all of whom he knew had descended from the original
cliff-dwellers. And he hoped before going back home again to find a
chance to investigate some of their quaint rock dwellings high up in
the cliffs bordering the wonderful Colorado Canyon.
Harry was really on his way to the ranch of his uncles. Not being in
any hurry he and his chums had first visited San Francisco, and then
Los Angeles. While here they somehow conceived the rather singular idea
of crossing the desert afoot, in order to have new experiences, and be
able to say that they knew what it was to find themselves alone on a
sandy tract that stretched as far as the eye could see in every
direction.
What remarkable adventures had come their way while carrying out this
scheme have already been set down in the pages of the volume just
preceding this book, under the title of "Boy Scouts in Death Valley,"
so there would be no need of our repeating any of the exciting episodes
here. They had purchased the four burros from a discouraged party of
men who were prospecting for gold in the mountains to the west of the
parched valley of the evil name.
Since they managed to escape from Death Valley, after almost leaving
their bones there as the penalty of their rashness, some days had
passed; in fact it was now a week later. They had done considerable
traveling in that time, and overcome all obstacles with their
accustomed ability.
All of them had grown weary of so much mountain climbing, and Jimmy
really voiced the united sentiment of the party when he declared that
he was yearning for a chance to see the open plain, with grass instead
of the eternal blistering sand, and mottes of trees dotting the picture
with pleasing bunches of green that would be a relief to their tortured
eyes.
So they sat there and talked of the past, as well as tried to lift the
veil that hid the immediate future, as though anxious to know what
awaited them in the new life to which they were hastening.
Finally Ned Nestor arose and stretched himself, as he remarked:
"I think we'd better be on our way, fellows, if we hope to get down
there to the level before night comes along. The sun's headed for the
west, you notice, and as this ridge will shut him out from us early, we
haven't any too much time."
"I guess you're about right there, Ned," commented Jack; "and for one I
want to say I'd be right glad to make camp at the foot of the
mountains. We can't say good-bye to these rocky backbones of the region
any too soon to please me."
The four burros had rested after their arduous climb, and there was not
the least difficulty about getting them started moving. In fact they
seemed to already scent the grass of the plains below, so different
from anything that had been encountered thus far on the trip, and were
showing signs of a mad desire to reach the lowlands.
Several times Ned had to caution one of the others about undue haste.
"Hold your burro in more, Jimmy," he would say; "there are too many
precipices on our trail to take chances of his slipping, and dragging
you over with him. To be sure mules and donkeys are clever about
keeping their footing and almost equal Rocky Mountain sheep, or the
chamois of the Alps that way; but they can stumble, we know, and it
might come at a bad time. They're wild to get down out of this; but for
one I don't care to take a short cut by plunging over a three hundred
foot precipice. Easy now, Teddy; behave yourself, old boy. That's an
ugly hole we're passing right now, and we want to go slow."
Jimmy himself was apt to be a reckless sort of a chap; and many a time
did Ned have to check his impatience in days gone by. Jack, too, often
did things without sufficient consideration, though he could hold
himself in on occasion; while Harry seldom if ever had to be cautioned,
for he was inclined to be slow.
They often found themselves put to it to make progress, for while they
followed what seemed to be a trail over the ridge, it had been seldom
used, and many obstructions often blocked the way.
Once they had to get wooden crowbars and pry a huge boulder loose that
had fallen so as to completely block progress. Fortunately it had been
easy to move it a few inches at a time, until they sent it into a gulf
that yawned alongside the trail, to hear it crash downward for hundreds
of feet, and make the face of the mountain quiver under the shock.
In this fashion they had managed to get a third of the way down from
the apex of the ridge, and Ned, comparing the time with the progress
made, announced it as his opinion that he believed they would be easily
able to make the bottom before night came on.
"That sounds all to the good to me, Ned," declared Jimmy, with a broad
grin on his freckled face.
"Hope you're a true prophet, that's all," said Harry.
"I agree with Ned," Jack broke in with, "and say, we ought to make the
foot of the range before night, the way we're going, unless we hit up
against some bad spot that'll hold us up worse than we've struck yet."
"That isn't likely to happen," Ned observed, "because the further down
we get the easier the going ought to be."
"But I notice that the holes are just as deep," Harry told him.
"And a fall would jolt a feller as hard too, seems like," Jimmy
admitted as he craned his neck to look over at a place where the trail
was only a few feet wide with a blank wall on the right and an empty
void on the left.
Harry nervously caught his breath, and called out:
"Better be careful there, Jimmy, how you bend over and look down. You
might get dizzy and take a lurch or the frisky burro give a lug just
then and upset you. We all think too much of you to want to gather up
your remains down at the bottom of a precipice."
Jimmy laughed and seemed pleased at the compliment. He did not again
bother about looking over, but occupied himself with managing his pack
animal, which kept showing an increasing desire to hasten. At one point
Ned had stopped to tighten the ropes that held the pack on his burro,
and in some manner Jimmy managed to get at the head of the little
procession that wound, single file, down that steep mountain trail.
It was Ned's intention to assume the lead again at the first
opportunity, when he could pass the others. Meantime he thought he
could keep an observant eye on Jimmy, so as to restrain him in case he
began to show any sign of rashness.
After all it was not so much Jimmy's fault that it happened, but the
fact that his burro had quite lost its head in the growing desire to
get down to the green pastures from which it had been debarred so very
long, and for which it was undoubtedly hungering greatly.
That the unlucky animal should chance to make that stumble just at the
time of passing another narrow place in the trail, where the conditions
again caused them to move in single file, was one of those strange
happenings which sometimes spring unannounced upon the unwary traveler.
Jimmy at one time even walked along with the end of the rope wound
about his waist in a lazy fashion; but Ned had immediately told him
never to think of doing such a thing again, when there was even the
slightest chance of the burro slipping over the edge of the sloping
platform and dragging his master along. But right then Jimmy had such a
rigid clutch upon the rope that he did not seem to know enough to let
go when the pack animal stumbled, tried to cling desperately to the
rocky edge, and then vanished from sight into the gulf.
In fact Jimmy's first idea seemed to be a desire to drag the tottering
animal back to safety, and it was because he was tugging for all he was
worth on the rope that he was pulled over the edge himself.
The other three scouts seemed to be petrified with horror when they saw
their plucky but rash chum dragged over. None of them could jump to his
assistance on account of the burros being in the way and plunging and
kicking wildly, as though terrified at the fate that had overtaken
their mate.
Ned was at the end of the line, and Harry, though not far from the spot
where the terrible accident happened, seemed to be too terrified to
know what to do, until it was all over, and poor Jimmy had vanished
from their view.