THE REAL BOSS--CONCLUSION.
Ned saw Amos, who was leading a couple of burros loaded with stuff
apparently from the cabin on the creek, stop and stare at them. Then he
dropped the ropes by which he was leading the pack animals, and
clutching his mother's dress pointed excitedly toward the spot where
the drama was being conducted.
Just what he may have said Ned did not know, but to his astonishment
both Amos and his "maw" started toward them, almost running in their
eagerness to get there.
Some one among the rustlers must have seen them coming, for Ned
discovered that broad smiles were spreading over the faces of the men
nearest him, and he wondered why this should be.
He knew very soon.
Hy Adams was bustling around and roaring as was his wont, because he
saw the boys ceasing their efforts to disrobe, as he had ordered.
"I done tole yuh what yuh'd git 'less yuh hurried, and take that!" he
shouted at the top of his terrible voice, as he aimed a vicious cut at
the nearest scout, who happened to be Jimmy.
The quirt struck him squarely across his shoulders, and as there was
only a thin garment to protect the skin, Jimmy gave utterance to an
involuntary yell, though there may have possibly been more of anger in
the outcry than distress.
Then something unexpected happened. That stinging quirt was snatched
from the uplifted hand of the bully, and, as he whirled to see who
dared interfere with his pleasure, he seemed rooted to the spot to
discover the blazing face of a wiry little woman thrust close up to his.
"What's all this mean, Hy Adams, you big hulking coward!" she shrilled
in tones that could be heard all over the camp; "here you darin' to
whip the brave boys that saved our Amos from bein' drawed down in a
quicksand! I told 'em when they stopped in to see me that I'd do
anything I could to pay 'em back, and seems like the time has come
sooner'n we thought it would. Jest drap them whips--all of ye! There
ain't agoin' to be any fun like that to-night, you hear me, Hy Adams?
Tell the pack to clear out. Hurry up now, and do what I say, or I'll
humble you afore the hull crowd!"
There never was such a complete change in a man as had come over the
giant. In that apparently meek little woman he knew of old that he had
his boss. Ned understood now plainly enough what Amos meant every time
he mentioned his step-father as being such a bully that men jumped to
do his bidding; and, on each occasion, wound up with a few mysterious
words that, at the time, had piqued his, Ned's, curiosity very much.
Hy Adams glared at his wife for a full minute; but if anything her
snapping eyes blazed with more fire than ever. Then he wilted, as a
starched linen collar is likely to do on a hot summer day.
"Shore, it's all right, Belinda, if yuh sez so," he said weakly, "we
was jest agivin' 'em a little skeer tuh pay up fur them havin' knocked
us out o' a bully lot o' prize steers. But I sure reckons as how they
been punished enough. Turn around, boys, and let it go till mornin',
when we'll kerry out our plans."
"Not if they mean any harm acomin' to these boys, just put that in yer
pipe and smoke it, Hy Adams," his wife told him, as she shook her fore
finger under his nose; then she suddenly thrust her whole hand against
his face, and continued: "Now, make yerself skeerce, 'cause I wants to
talk with these boys. But I'll be awatchin' you, Hy Adams, don't forgit
that. And I allers keep my word, you know."
Then Ned understood what Amos had meant when he said there were "high
old times" at home every time this big step-father of his came around,
and that his visits were getting less numerous.
After that the boys had it easier. Mrs. Adams even got out several
blankets of her own from the bundles on the pack animals and loaned
them to the scouts; but all of them wished she hadn't been so kind, for
they felt that now they must of necessity make use of the coverings,
and it hurt some.
By degrees the camp quieted down. Jimmy was long since fast asleep, but
then Jimmy could get in that condition with only half a chance. Harry
had remained wakeful quite a while, but Ned believed he, too, must have
crossed over, for at times he was able to catch the regular breathing
of his chum that seemed to tell of slumber and oblivion, so far as
worries went.
Ned could not manage to forget himself. He turned from side to side and
assumed all sorts of fresh attitudes, but his brain seemed too entirely
active, for even when he closed his eyes he kept on thinking of
everything under the sun.
So midnight came and went.
The small hours of the night had now arrived and, sure enough, a
coolness began to spread about that made Ned draw that blanket up
closer to his face, much as he disliked doing so.
Once, as he was turning to avoid some small object that felt like a
root and bored into his ribs under the double blanket, he saw something
moving over among the bushes. Looking a second time, Ned was sure it
must be a handkerchief. Then it vanished and something else took its
place, which he made out to be the face of a man.
Evidently the party must have been trying to catch his attention, for
immediately he looked in that direction he saw the other make a warning
gesture and then drop down again out of sight.
Ned was thrilled, for he understood from this significant sign that
help must be at hand. Who the man was he could not positively say. It
may have been Colonel Job; then again he rather fancied that it was
Chunky, the lanky puncher, for whom all the scouts had conceived such a
liking.
Lying there Ned waited to see what was going to happen.
He could hear the pawing of ponies that were secured near by. A dog
bayed the moon, as his kind have a weakness for doing at a certain time
of each month. Other sounds there were, too, such as might be expected
in a camp like that of the roaming cattle thieves.
Then Ned began to notice movements here and there. He fancied that the
camp was being surrounded, and how his heart thrilled with rapture at
the thought. Unable to keep the secret to himself, he kicked Harry in
the shins, and before that worthy could voice an indignant protest, Ned
was whispering the inspiring truth in his ear.
In turn Harry told Jimmy, so that presently the three chums were lying
there trying to catch fugitive glimpses of what was going on without
exciting the suspicion of the cattle poachers.
Then there was a sudden loud cry of alarm. A woman, it turned out, had
discovered the lurking shadowy figures in the bushes, when she awoke
feeling feverish in the night, and started for the spring close by in
order to quench her thirst.
After that it was like a volcano when the whole top blows out. There
were loud shouts and yells and screams; there came the quick detonation
of firearms and the shrieks of women and children.
The rustlers were taken quite by surprise, and besides a bunch of the
Double Cross punchers the sheriff and his big posse was on hand, bent
on wiping out the reproach that had so long existed in his territory,
so that the camp was pretty well surrounded on every side.
In spite of all precautions, however, when the turmoil and excitement
were at their height, some of the men managed to break away and escape,
at least for the time being.
Neither Hy Adams nor the leader, Clem Parsons, were among these lucky
ones. Ned himself had been quick to act. He had noticed so many things
since coming to the rustlers' camp that he could put his finger on the
spot where his rifle as also the weapons of his chums had been stowed.
And his first act was to fling himself into that tent with all the
eagerness of a hungry hawk.
He had met a man crawling out and collided with him in such a clever
way that the fellow was knocked senseless, while the only damage Ned
sustained was a lump on the side of his head, which later on yielded to
treatment and witch hazel.
No sooner had he found his rifle than Ned was off, in hopes of running
across the leader of the rustlers, Clem Parsons, the man who had one of
the most checkered careers back of him known to Secret Service
officials.
Once again luck was with Ned, for he came upon the tall man with the
scar on his left cheek just as he was making headlong for the
neighboring rocks. If he had once passed from the sight of those who
were busily engaged capturing the camp, there was every reason to
suspect that the foxy rascal would not be come up with in a hurry again.
"Halt! throw up your hand, Clem Parsons. I've got a warrant for your
arrest. The Government wants you at Washington, and I've been asked to
fetch or send you there. This rifle shoots true, and my finger is on
the trigger, so go slow if you know what's good for you!"
The rascal saw that he was in a trap and that so long as that gun bore
on him he would be next door to crazy to attempt any hostile move. So
Ned called to Jack, whom he saw close by, to come and tie the hands of
Clem Parsons behind his back until he could borrow a pair of steel
handcuffs from the sheriff.
Hy Adams was also in limbo. He had fought like a tiger, for he was
possessed of a spirit of ferocity that could stand up before anything
but the will of his little meek-looking wife; but a glancing blow from
a clubbed gun knocked him out, and the sheriff had him fastened up so
all his enormous strength was of no avail by the time his wits came
back to him again.
Some of the rustlers managed to escape, but the gang was broken up for
good as both leaders had fallen into the grip of the law. To finish
with Clem Parsons it might be said that the scouts found a chance to
send him on to where he was wanted and that in due time he received a
long sentence.
Hy Adams is still in a Nevada penitentiary, and will be considerably
older if he lives to complete the sentence he received, as a stealer of
cattle and horses. Amos and his mother removed to a town, where the boy
could attend school. Colonel Job and his wife interested themselves in
Mrs. Adams and saw that she was placed in a position where she could
earn a good living doing sewing for the people of the neighboring
ranches. Amos expects to soon take his place as a regular puncher on
the pay roll of the Double Cross, for boy that he is he has proven to
be as expert at rounding up and branding cattle as any veteran might be.
Of course, having carried out his mission, Ned could enjoy all that
followed with a free heart. And Harry, too, soon came to the conclusion
that it would be a very good and profitable investment; so that his
accounts of what the ranch was capable of producing soon convinced his
father, who had every faith in the boy's judgment. Of course, Colonel
Job and Mr. Henshaw were delighted with the glowing prospect that
opened out before them.
What glorious times Ned and his three scout chums did have during the
period of their stay on the plains. They explored every nook within
three days' journey, and even took a run over to the famous Colorado
Canyon, where Harry was able to feast his eyes to his heart's content
on the strange rock homes of those cliff dwellers, the Moqui Indians;
and Jack took myriads of pictures of what they saw while in the
gigantic cleft that is reckoned one of the seven wonders of the world.
The vacation was all too short, and in the joy of the present they
could even, for the time being, forget the terrible suffering they had
endured while making their way across country from Los Angeles, first
by automobile and then with pack mules purchased from a prospecting
party that was starting back home disgusted with the hard luck that had
pursued them.
When the time came to say good-bye to the Double Cross Ranch and the
punchers who had come to think so highly of the scouts, Ned and his
three chums felt almost broken hearted. They would never forget all
they had gone through with on this wonderful trip; and what with the
copious notes taken on the way, while the stirring incidents were still
fresh in their memories, and the abundance of fine pictures Jack
carried back with him, it would seem as though less fortunate members
of the troop might get a pretty good idea of what had happened to their
four comrades.
Of course, Ned and his chums were bound to see other stirring
adventures, and we only trust that it may be our privilege to write
some of them up for the pleasure of those boys who delight to read of
brave hearts and intrepid souls among the wearers of the khaki.
THE END.
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