THE DEATH TRAP.
“What can have happened?”
It was Jack who spoke some ten minutes later.
“In my opinion some cataclysm has occurred,” said the professor.
“Meaning by that, that there’s bin a most almighty bust-up?” inquired
Pete.
“In colloquial language that was the idea I intended to convey,” said
the professor, with dignity.
“Well, what do you think this catty—what-you-may-call-’em has done?”
asked Jack.
“Sealed forever the treasure caves,” said the professor promptly. “That
explosion we heard was either the ignition of gas from the mouth of the
idol or it marked the birth of a new Flower of Flame. In any event the
roar and tremble which followed was pretty good evidence that there
had been subsidence of the rock in that neighborhood, which, of course,
means that the passageways must have caved in.
“Well, we got our share out of it,” said Ralph philosophically.
“Yet it is a great pity that such a thing has occurred,” said the
professor sorrowfully, “I had been in hopes of making this cave the
Mecca of scientists the world over. This explosion has blasted my
dreams of such a thing.”
“Wall, don’t feel too bad about it, professor,” comforted Pete, “we got
enough stuff to start a show of our own with, anyhow.”
As there was nothing to be gained by remaining in the cave, they
decided to get out to the open air as soon as possible. As they went
Jack spoke up suddenly:
“Has it occurred to you fellows that we are carrying a bait that might
tempt less dangerous fellows than that band of Ramon’s to plunder us?”
“That’s right,” agreed Pete, “but I guess we won’t be bothered. Nobody
but Ramon had wind of our mission, and I don’t imagine that after the
lesson the Rangers gave him that he’ll come back in a hurry.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” said Jack, “from what I know of him he’s
not the sort of man to let go of a good thing if he can help it, and
he’d certainly have a good thing in us, providing he could get the
treasure away from us.”
“Always provided,” said Ralph, “but I’ll bet we’d give him a sharp
tussle for it.”
“Let us hope nothing of the kind occurs,” said the professor, “we have
had difficulties enough on our mission, and now that it is over let us
hope we can bring it to a peaceful conclusion.”
“Amen to that,” agreed Pete, “but in time of peace prepare for war, you
know. Have you any plans for the return home?”
“Yes,” said the man of science, “the city of Hermosillo on the Mexican
West Coast Railroad is not many miles from where we now are. My idea
is to make for that and take the train back home.”
“Hooray for the good old U. S. A.!” shouted the Border Boys in chorus.
Conversing cheerily in this manner they reached the mouth of the
passage and were about to step out into the starlight, when Pete, who
was in advance, held up his hand in a signal that they all had no
difficulty in interpreting.
“Stop!”
The keen eyes of the cow-puncher had detected several dark forms
skulking in the shadows of the grove about the portal of the cave. From
their manner of pacing about, Pete immediately guessed that they were
sentries posted there by somebody, whom he concluded could be no other
than Ramon.
Retreating down the passage, Pete told the others of his suspicions and
a council of war at once followed.
“We’re hemmed in beyond a doubt,” said Jack finally.
“And the question is, how to get out,” put in the professor, as
solemnly as if some question had been raised about the matter.
“Wall, if we don’t git out afore long, we’re gone coons,” was Pete’s
gloomy contribution.
Suddenly Jack spoke up.
“Do you think the sentries saw or heard us, Pete?”
“No, I don’t. If they had, we’d uv heard of it by now. My idea of the
situation is this: Ramon outwitted the Rangers and back tracked on us.
Arriving at our camp and finding it deserted, he guessed we’d gone
arter the treasure. The rascal thinks to himself that we will make fine
cat’s-paws to draw his chestnuts out of the fire, and so, knowing he
has us bottled up, he sets those sentries on duty arter he’s tracked us
up the mountain side.”
“I guess that’s about it,” rejoined the boy; “the question is, what are
we to do?”
“Wait till I go and look the land over a bit,” said Coyote. “In the
meantime, put out those torches. If one of those greasers should come
snooping into the passage, he might see the glow and nose us out.”
So they waited in total darkness while Coyote departed on his scouting
errand. It was a long time before he came back. When he did he was
chuckling to himself.
“They’re the worst scared bunch you ever saw,” he said, “I laid behind
a rock and listened to ther talk. They think that at any moment some
spirits or ghosts is likely to pop out of this hole. They likewise
opine that we shall never be seen again because the bogies in the
mountain have gobbled us up.”
“But what good does that do us?” asked Jack.
“I dunno,” admitted Pete, “except that it sounded funny to hyar a bunch
of grown men so scared of spooks.”
“Light up a torch, Ralph,” said Jack the next minute, “it makes me feel
creepy to sit here in the dark.”
Ralph reached into his pocket for the bundle of sulphur matches. As he
drew his hand out, his fingers, moistened with perspiration, gleamed
greenly with the phosphorus which had adhered to them.
“Gee, look at that stuff blaze!” he exclaimed, “you’d think I was on
fire!”
But Jack was on his feet doing a sudden ecstatic war dance.
“Hooray! Hooray! I’ve got it!” he cried.
“The extinguisher?” inquired Walt anxiously.
“No, a plan. A great plan! Those greasers outside are all half
frightened out of their lives already. We’ll finish the job!”
“How?” the question came in chorus.
“We’ll smear our faces with that phosphorus from the matches, and then
rush out looking like a lot of green ghosts. If that won’t stampede
them, we’ll have to fight. We can’t stay mewed up in here.”
“By hookey, boy, you’ve got it all right!” cried Pete in a voice
vibrant with excitement. “We’ll try it. As you say, we can’t stop hyar
and starve, and that’s what it amounts to if we don’t git out.”
“So it’s scare them or fight them,” said Ralph.
“That is, with the odds in favor of the former,” laughed Jack.
Each of the party wet his face with water from the canteen, and then
rubbed the matches over his features till they glared greenly in the
darkness with a truly terrifying expression. Then they gave their hands
similar treatment.
“Gee, I’ll bet I’d be scared of myself if I could see myself,” laughed
Ralph, “you fellows look hideous enough to frighten a pack of brass
monkeys.”
“Now to see if it will work on those other monkeys outside,” said Jack.
In single file, Pete first, Jack second, and the others coming behind,
they softly approached the end of the passage. In the starlight they
could see the dark forms of the sentries huddled pretty close together,
for companionship doubtless.
“Now!” whispered Pete suddenly, “and the more hoorendously you yell,
the better it will be!”
With a series of the most unearthly screeches, the Border Boys and
their companions dashed from the cave mouth. Truly they must have
been a terrifying spectacle with their glaring green faces and hands,
emerging as they did from a cave which the superstitious Mexicans
firmly believed to be haunted.
As the first shrill cries rang out, the sentries gave an answering
series of yells. Only their cries, instead of being menacing and
uncanny like our adventurers’, were shrill screams of terror.
“Caramba! The ghosts of the caves!” they shrieked.
“Santa Maria! They are after us!”
“Run for your lives, hombres!”
Without stopping to collect their rifles, which they had carelessly
piled against the trees, the Mexicans dashed off at top speed,
stumbling and then struggling to their feet again and dashing on in
their wild panic.
The adventurers at once possessed themselves of the rifles and then
came to a halt. But Pete addressed them:
“We must foller up our advantage. We have ’em on the run. Foller ’em
while we’ve got ’em going!” he cried.
Once more off dashed the green ghosts, hotly pursuing the fleeing
Mexicans, whose yells resounded everywhere. In the camp was Ramon
himself. He was suddenly aroused as his terrified band came stumbling
in, imploring aid from all the saints in the calendar.
“What is this, you dogs!” he bawled, “what does this mean?”
“Oh, the ghosts! The ghosts with the green faces that burn, and the
fiery hands!” screamed the panic-stricken Mexicans.
The shrewd outlaw at once guessed what had occurred. But even his iron
nerve was shaken as he saw the green-faced spectres sweeping down the
mountain side toward him. He stood his ground, however, and by his side
stood Canfield, the red-headed American. But the two, unsupported
by the band, were no match for the well-armed Border Boys and their
companions, and they knew it.
“Surrender or be shot down like a dog!” cried Coyote Pete in Spanish,
as they rushed into the camp. In the distance could be heard the yells
of the scared Mexicans as they leaped to their horses and dashed off,
deserting their leaders.
Ramon’s reply was to fire point blank at the cow-puncher. The bullet
grazed his cheek and caused a temporary halt. In that brief instant
Ramon and Canfield turned and dashed away at top speed. They scrambled
upon their horses bareback, and in a jiffy the thunder of hoofs told
that they, too, were off.
The adventurers instantly saddled their own stock and set off in
pursuit. They had no intention of losing such an advantage as they now
possessed. But their animals were no match for the fleet black, and
daylight found them far to the rear of the chase.
But in the meantime Destiny, which had overtaken Ramon at last, had
arranged a fitting finale for his tempestuous career. The Rangers, true
to their promise, were on their way to meet our party at the place
agreed upon, and at daybreak Ramon and Canfield, white faced, dust
covered and desperate, encountered the rough and ready cavalry in a
narrow defile. Ramon at once swung his black and dashed off like the
wind, leaving Canfield on his exhausted beast to fall an easy prey to
the Rangers. Leaving a file of men to guard the prisoner, the captain
of the Rangers dashed off in hot pursuit of Ramon and his fleet steed.
But the great horse easily outdistanced his followers, and had it not
been for the hands of Destiny, Ramon might once more have escaped his
end.
But as he shot out of the defile he spied, coming toward him, the
Border Boys. The rascal was fairly trapped. Behind him were the
Rangers, in front the Border Boys. As he hesitated, Coyote Pete cried
in a loud voice:
“Do you surrender?”
The Mexican’s reply was to dash back once more. Perhaps he hoped to
ride and trample his way through the Rangers. But what desperate
thoughts raced through his mind in those last moments we shall never
know, for presently, as the Rangers approached, a volley came whizzing
about the cornered desperado.
One chance of escape only, had he. On the opposite side of the defile
lay a narrow ledge running to the top of the sheer cliff. Could he
gain that he might stand a chance of escape. Before they realized what
he was about to do, Ramon saw the desperate loophole and gathered his
horse for the impossible leap across the chasm.
The gallant black, true as steel to his unworthy master to the last,
never faltered. Straight out into the air he shot, while the Border
Boys and the Rangers alike sat spellbound by the scene.
The horse’s forefeet touched the opposite ledge, but the hold was
too weak. With a shrill whinny of terror, with which mingled a
terrible scream from Ramon, the beautiful and gallant animal went
crashing backward, down, down into the depths of the abyss,—while the
horror-stricken onlookers sat paralyzed in their saddles!
* * * * *
The next day a happy party set out from the region of the mystic caves,
carrying a freight of treasure and escorted by the Mexican Rangers,
who, by Don Alverado’s wish, were to offer them all the protection
possible.
An examination of the caves had shown that the professor’s guess that
they had been sealed for all time by the explosion of the natural gases
was correct. Beyond the first great chamber the foot of man would never
more penetrate.
At evening on the second day of their journey, the roofs of Hermosillo
came in sight. And then the captain of the Rangers turned to our party.
“Our duty is done, senors,” he said, saluting, “yonder is the end of
your journey.”
“One moment,” said Jack, reddening a little and lowering his voice,
“here are two letters I will ask you to deliver when you reach Santa
Anita once more. And a packet,” he added, handing the officer the
articles.
“I shall see that they reach their destination safely,” said the
officer, taking them and thrusting them into the bosom of his coat.
“And now, adios!”
“Adios!” The cry was caught up by the Rangers and went echoing out
along the mountain side.
At the same instant, as though moved by a common impulse, the Mexicans
swung their wiry ponies and dashed off toward the East. The Border Boys
stood watching them till in a cloud of dust they vanished from their
sight forever. Then turning in silence they rode down into Hermosillo.
Here telegrams were despatched telling of the success of their quest,
and the next day they boarded the train for home. The ponies traveled
less luxuriously than their masters, in a stock car, while in the
express coach, guarded by shotgun messengers, were the precious
trophies of the cave.
“Say, Jack, if I’m not too curious, what was in that package that you
handed the officer yesterday?”
The question came from Ralph.
“A present of gems for himself and his men,” was the rejoinder. “I knew
you would think I did right in giving it to them. In fact, I had the
professor’s permission to do so.”
“And the letters?” asked Ralph.
“Well,” said Jack, “one was to Don Alverado thanking him for all he had
done, and bidding him good-bye. The other was to—somebody else.”
For a time the boy sat silent, gazing from the windows at the flying
landscape,—and seeing nothing of its details!
But the past was behind them, and Jack was not the boy to waste time
on moonshiny thoughts. In fact, while all the party lingered long in
memory among the strangely varied scenes of their recent experiences,
life was full of a new zest, and the future beckoned them.
Ere long, to share with you our prophetic knowledge, the keenest
faculties of the Border Boys were to be called into action. In Texas,
the Lone Star State, some work, play and adventure lay in front of
them, and those who have hitherto followed our Border Boys through
their careers of incident and excitement, may find more about them in
another volume, which will be called “The Border Boys With The Texas
Rangers.”
THE END.