AN UNWELCOME GUEST.
When Ned started toward the spot where he knew Jack was on guard, he
could hear Harry groping for his rifle, and this told him the other
would also be close on his heels. Harry, finding that Jimmy still
slumbered peacefully, managed to give him a severe poke in the ribs as
he passed that had an immediate effect.
"Here, who's doin' that now?" broke from Jimmy's lips, and then, no
doubt, he suddenly realized that there was something up, for he saw Ned
poking the fire, holding his gun in the other hand, and Harry also
standing erect, armed in the same manner.
Accordingly, Jimmy made haste to discover his gun and follow after
them. In the meantime, the dusky figure among the bushes which Jack was
covering had stood erect and started to advance toward the fire, as
ordered, holding his hands high above his head.
"It's Harkness!" cried out the kid puncher, who had been on his feet
about as soon as Ned; and, somehow, no one was much surprised at the
information thus conveyed.
Ned saw that Harkness was just about such a looking man as one might
picture if asked to describe a wolf-raiser. He had grayish hair and a
scraggy beard; his face was ugly, and his eyes, like those of a rat for
keenness and audacity. Taken in all, he was as tough looking a
character as the scouts had run across in many a day.
"Wot d'ye mean a holdin' a man up thisaway, when he jest natrally draps
in to arsk who killed them pets o' his'n?" the wolf-herder blurted out,
though careful not to take his hands down, for he knew that Jack was
still covering him with that dangerous looking repeating rifle, and
there was an air of business about the weapon that warned him not to
get careless.
"Oh! you can lower your hands now, if you want," Jack sang out,
"because we're all on deck and could riddle your hide with lead if you
tried to use your gun. So just take things easy now, Mr. Harkness, if
that's your name."
"It air!" growled the man, staring hard at each boy in turn, as though
he did not know what to make of their khaki uniforms and was a little
afraid he had run up against a detachment of United States regulars.
"And I reckon then that all these dead wolves belonged to you?" Ned
went on to remark, as he swept his hand around.
The man said something hard under his breath.
"Ye gone an' busted up my bizness, thet's wot ye done, w'en ye laid out
tuh kill the animiles!" he complained, as he gritted his yellow teeth
very much as one of the wounded wolves had done at Ned's approach.
"That couldn't be helped, Harkness," the scout master told him. "Your
wolves had broken out, and you couldn't expect to ever trap many of
them again, at the best. They came at us like fury, and we had to
defend ourselves, or we'd have been torn to pieces like a flash. And
that's why this happened. We weren't out hunting for trouble; but
you've lost you pack on account of a weak place in your pen."
"But ain't yuh meanin' tuh pay me anything fo' shootin' up my pets
thisaways?" Harkness demanded, trying to look fierce, though keeping an
eye on Jack with his ready gun.
Jimmy laughed out very loud.
"Would you be after hearing the nerve of him, fellers?" he exclaimed in
derision. 'Tis meself that thinks it sounds like adding insult to
injury. After lettin' the pack loose to make a square meal from us,
then askin' pay, because we had to fight to save our precious lives.
'Tis a rare joke, it is--not on your tintype, Mister Harkness. Our
principle is 'millions for defense, not a plunk for tribute.' So put
that in your pipe and smoke it."
"You've got a lot of assurance, Harkness," Ned told him, severely, "to
think of asking such a thing. Why, the boot is on the other foot, and
we ought to be demanding that you pay us back for all the ammunition it
took to clean up your pack for you. I'm half inclined to believe we
could prosecute you for keeping such a lot of savage animals. You'd be
wise to go mighty slow about trying to make trouble for any of us. We
might take a notion to run you in."
The man's whole demeanor changed when he discovered that his bluster
was not going to alarm the scouts.
"I hopes now," he went on to say in a whining tone, "thet yuh won't
keep me from taking the pelts off my poor pets. They's worth sumpin'
tuh me, likewise the scalps o' the same. I been bankin' on thet money
this long time. Hit's all I got tuh see me through the winter. Don't be
too hard on me, gents. I'm out o' the wolf raisin' line fo' keeps,
arter this bust-up."
Ned consulted with his chums for a minute or two and then turned again
to the intruder.
"Here's what we propose to have you do, Harkness," he remarked, with
such an air of finality that the man knew he must yield to
circumstances, "hand over that gun of yours to me; you'll get it again
in the morning, when we break camp. Then lie down and go to sleep. One
of us will be on the watch all the time, so if you try any
monkey-doodle business, as Jimmy here would call it, better go slow, or
something will happen. Do you understand that, Harkness?"
The man's ugly face grew as black as a thunder cloud, and then with an
effort he tried to grin, though it only added to his unsavory
appearance.
"Thar be times w'en a feller has tuh eat crow an' I reckons as how this
be sech a time fo' me, younker," he said, slowly. "Oh! I hain't no
'jections tuh stayin' hyar alongside the fire; but I hopes as how
yuh'll let me hev my pelts w'en mo'nin' comes 'long."
"Yes, we'll agree to that and, if you behave, you can take your
property after we clear out in the morning. Perhaps we'll go so far as
to invite you to breakfast, too, in the bargain, Harkness, to show that
we have no bad feelings because your pack made us have a pretty hot
session to-night. So that's settled. Your gun, please."
The wolf-herder handed it over, though with an ill grace. No doubt, he
was what they call a "bad man" down in the Southwest, and this thing of
being made a prisoner by a parcel of half-grown boys, as it seemed,
galled him greatly.
After that he dropped down near the fire, clasped both arms about his
knees and stared moodily into the flames.
"Jack, seems to me you've outstayed the time limit we set," Ned
suggested, after taking a quick look up to where the moon was sailing
through a star-decked sky; for scouts early learn to tell time from the
positions of heavenly bodies, and the setting of a star will be almost
as sure an indication that a certain hour has arrived as though a watch
had been consulted.
"Oh! well, I thought you seemed to be sleeping so sound that I'd let it
run on a little," the other made answer, for Jack was as generous as
they make boys, "and then, you see, I got interested watching _him_
come creeping along like a snake, stopping every minute to examine one
of the dead wolves, and saying something to himself each time, like he
kept getting madder and madder."
"Well, I'm going on duty now, Jack, so just crawl over to your blanket
and turn in," said Ned, in his quiet but positive way.
Amos was hovering near him at the time, as though he wanted to say a
few words on the sly. He found the chance when Ned sat down, also
leaning against the same tree that had supported the other vidette.
"I wouldn't think too much about hurtin' the feelings of that old
mule-skinner if I was you, Ned," the kid cow-puncher went on to say,
"he ain't near so mad as he puts on. Why, if it hadn't been for you and
the rest, he'd never got a single pelt of all that pack. They were free
and would a got clear away, if we hadn't rounded the same up here.
Fifteen hides, and as many scalps, he gets, without wasting his
ammunition. He's putting on--that's what. But keep an eye out for him,
Ned. That was a smart trick to take his gun away; but you've only
scotched the snake, not killed it."
Ned promised that he would watch the wolf-herder closely and not allow
him to make any sort of suspicious move.
"I don't think he means to try any funny business, though," he added.
"You see he stands to lose all his pelts if he pulls his freight and
gives us the good-bye sign. And with five against him, the odds are too
big; for a boy with a rifle can be just as dangerous as a full-grown
man."
It was somewhere near one o'clock at the time of the alarm. The moon
was high up in the heavens and even starting down her road toward the
western horizon.
Ned kept watch and ward diligently. He did not mean to be caught
napping by any unsuspected circumstance. It was hardly likely that
Harkness could have any allies near by. Ned had been particular in
asking about that, and Amos assured him that so far as he knew, the
wolf-herder conducted his business alone, shunning the society of
others, save on rare occasions when he came to town for a spree.
The night passed away without anything else happening to disturb the
sleep of Jimmy. Harry awoke later on and insisted on taking his turn at
keeping watch; so Ned secured his blanket and lay down close to him,
having impressed it on Harry's mind that, at the least sign of a
movement on the part of Harkness, he was to reach out a hand and shake
him.
But just as Ned had said, the wolf man must have figured it out that he
had everything to gain and nothing to lose by staying where he was and
waiting for the boys to break camp, when his gun would be returned and
himself left at liberty to rid those dead animals of their shaggy gray
coats.
Jimmy was thoughtful to cook enough breakfast for an extra mouth, and
so Harkness was given his full share of coffee, bacon, and fried
potatoes, as well as all the crackers he could eat.
He said little or nothing, unless some question happened to be fired
his way, when he would make a curt answer. All the while he kept his
ears open and eyed the boys in a suspicious way, as though disturbed by
their presence in the neighborhood. Those suits of khaki evidently
puzzled Harkness, who could never have run across Boy Scouts before and
knew nothing about their ways.
Noticing these looks on his part, and how he appeared to be listening
intently, as though desirous of picking up certain information that
might prove of value to him later on, Ned cautioned his chums against
speaking of their affairs. This he managed to do, through certain
gestures and nods, when the man's eyes happened to be turned in another
direction.
Later on they made ready to pull up stakes and once more start on their
journey toward the cattle ranch, which they expected to reach before
sunset on this same day.
Harkness was eagerly waiting to be handed his gun, which Ned had taken
the trouble to unload while it was in his possession. There was not
much chance that the man would dare fire upon them, since he knew what
the result would be and how apt to prove unpleasant for a fellow of his
size; but, then, Ned believed in taking all precautions possible, and
he certainly did not like the looks of that heavy face with its
rat-like eyes, which Jimmy compared with the glittering orbs of a pet
ferret he had at home.
He had already been busily engaged removing the hides of the slain
wolves and seemed to be willing to accept what the fates had given him.
All the same, Ned believed he was a treacherous character who would
betray his best friend for a money consideration, and he did not mean
to trust him too far.
When everything had been packed and they were ready to depart, Ned laid
the rusty gun of the wolf-herder on the ground.
"There's your property, Harkness," he remarked casually, "just as I
promised. And I want to say in parting company with you, that I think
you're lucky to get about half your pelts, after losing the whole
outfit. Of course, we don't expect you to thank us for saving half a
loaf; but we'll be looking back as we leave here to see how you get on.
And, Harkness, I wouldn't be in any too big a hurry to step over to
where I laid your gun. So-long!"
The man said never a word in reply but if looks could kill, surely Ned
must have met his finish then and there, to judge from the black scowl
that settled on the heavy face of the wolf man.
In this fashion, then, they started out on what they hoped would be
their last day's journey before arriving at the ranch of Harry's uncle.
All of the scouts seemed to be feeling particularly merry on this
bright morning. Perhaps it was because of the clever way in which they
had escaped from the many perils that had lain in wait to ambush them
since leaving the Coast.
"We're well out of gunshot distance by now," observed Jack, "and he's
still working with his pelts, so it doesn't seem as though we'd have
any trouble with that Harkness. Of all the tough looking characters
I've ever run across, he sure takes the cake. I don't believe there
could be anything worse made."
At that Amos was heard to chuckle.
"Oh! you think so, do you, Jack?" he remarked with lofty scorn, "just
wait till you glimpse my awful dad, and then you can talk. He's a holy
terror! Why, even the yellow curs in the town streets take to running
with their tails between their hind legs when they see him coming
along. His looks and his fog-horn voice have carried him through many a
tight place; but there's one hole he always sticks in. My dad is as
good as a whole regiment, to make men shake in their boots; but--" and
again did the kid puncher pause in that strange way, while a mysterious
smile crept over his dark face, as though certain recollections gave
him more or less amusement.
Ned's curiosity had been aroused to a mild extent, but he would not ask
questions, preferring to wait for time to unravel the mystery connected
with these vague hints on the part of Amos Adams.
A short time later and they had lost all track of the previous night's
camp in the hazy distance. And from that time forward, the scouts were
interested only in what lay ahead; for somewhere far off they knew was
to be found the cattle ranch to which they were bound and where a warm
welcome, undoubtedly, awaited them, after their perilous hike across
burning deserts, towering mountain ridges, and the valley with the evil
name.