A NEW FORT
He glided noiselessly down the slope, moving cautiously but quickly,
until he came to the back of the cabin. It was not difficult for him
to hear through the unstopped logs. Jim watched narrowly for the first
move of discovery on the part of the outlaws. He could hear the rather
high-pitched voice of Gus Gols occasionally, and the heavier one of
Eph, but it was impossible for Jim to make out what was being said.
He could tell it was something very interesting by the way Juarez
was listening. Then Jim's heart stood still when he saw Juarez rise
suddenly to his feet from his listening posture, for he knew by his
action that he was in danger of discovery. As in truth he was, as you
will see.
The pow-wow had been going on for a few minutes when Juarez heard Gus
Gols say:
"You Eph, take a scout around the corral, and see if you kin discover
any interested spectators hanging around. This is an important
business, fellow cits and Greasers, so we will have to be keerful."
So Eph started for the door on his tour of inspection, which he did
not take very seriously, for he knew that there was no government
official within a hundred miles. As for the tenderfeet in the valley,
he never gave them a thought; they were probably staying close to
camp, afraid that the bears would get them. As soon as Gus Gols spoke
Juarez realized that he had no time to spare.
If he retreated up the slope, he was almost certain to be seen, and
that meant a running fight against the gang of ten men, with a very
dubious prospect ahead. He must act quickly; there was no place near
the cabin where he could hide. Already Eph had stepped outside the
door. Now the roof of the cabin sloped to the back with overhanging
boards. Juarez saw his chance; he grabbed one of the boards and lifted
himself lightly up, and lay down flat just as Eph came around the
corner of the cabin.
Jim was quivering with the excitement of the situation. Eph took one
careless look around, shook his head with the muttered comment that
"The boss must be losing his nerve," and went in to report that all
was quiet along the Potomac.
Juarez did not get down from the roof of the cabin, but merely moved
a little to where there was a convenient knothole, through which he
could hear everything that was going on in the cabin.
He stayed where he was for about ten minutes, lying as quiet as a
lizard on a sun-warmed log, and this is no idle comparison, for the
sun did shine down with lots of force; then he slowly and very
carefully moved backwards, and let himself gingerly down to the
ground, while Jim watched him intently, sure that he had found out
something of importance.
Not a word did Juarez say, but motioned Jim to follow him. When they
had made their escape from the pocket, then Juarez spoke up.
"That was a close call that time, Jim," he said.
"You had me scared for a minute, Juarez," admitted Jim. "What's the
news? Those fellows were planning some devilment."
"They were," said Juarez. "They are going to attack our camp to-night,
when we are asleep. Kill us and take our horses and supplies."
"Oh! ho! Is that the ticket!" cried Jim. "I thought that rangy
Maverick with the stick-up hair was a bad actor. Forewarned is
forearmed. We will give that bunch a surprise party, but we will have
to hustle, for it's a long ways to our horses yet."
"I reckon we will have a couple of hours' leeway," said Juarez, "to
get things in some sort of shape."
"There will be plenty to do," said Jim briefly.
As they swung along down the mountain side, Jim's mind was busy with
plans of attack and defense. The two boys traveled like Indians with a
swinging, easy stride that covered a lot of ground. How they did revel
in the muscular exertion in that bracing air! It was fine to feel
themselves equal to their task. Around and before them the scene was
constantly changing.
Now they were going through the pine forests, then into a canyon's
depths with great walls that seemed to bear the blue skies above; next
along a narrow trail, with flowering bushes hiding a little creek
babbling a few feet below. Then, covered with dust, hands and faces
baked brown with it, they came to the grove where they had left their
horses tied.
"It seems kind of good," said Juarez, "to have a horse to carry you."
"I'm just tired enough to enjoy the change," said Jim.
"It won't take us long to reach camp now," remarked Juarez.
"Cut 'em loose!" yelled Jim, and with a raucous Indian warwhoop, they
let their willing horses go. I tell you that was a wild ride for
speed. Caliente thundered with great leaps over the level plain, and
not far behind scampered Juarez's roan. The boys at the camp on the
hill, hearing the clatter of horses' feet, knew that someone was
approaching, and looked out.
"Here they come like wild Indians!" exclaimed Tom.
"Somebody chasing them?" inquired Jeems anxiously.
"The same crowd that tied you, I reckon," said Tom, and, for some
reason unknown to Jeems, they went into fits of laughter. In a short
time Jim and Juarez were in their midst. They did not waste any time
in greetings and idle chaff. They made clear to the rest of the boys
in conclave assembled, that the time for action had arrived. Jeems
heaved a sigh of regret. There seemed no chance for quiet and
meditation. The other boys were calm, but serious.
"Let the horses graze a while," said Jim. "We have got a couple of
hours' leeway. Now we have got to build a stockade to protect our
horses and ourselves."
Five husky fellows can do a great deal in two hours and a half of
daylight. Jim had thought out his plan and talked it over with Juarez,
so there was no time lost in useless palaver. He had chosen a small
open space where the horses had been tethered the night before as the
place for the fort.
Jim and Juarez, aided by Jo, went to work cutting down trees. They
were old hands at this business, and it was a caution the way the
trees crashed and fell. Tom and Jeems were kept busy dragging fallen
logs from the slopes of the hill, and turning them up. In two hours'
time the square, rude fort was well under way.
Tom and Juarez were then sent to take the horses to the stream to
water them, and after that, to fill up every available pot, pan and
dish with water in case they should be besieged for any length of
time. This being done all hands turned in again to work on the fort,
until it grew too dark to see. Then a fire was built near the center
of the hill, and by the glare of its light they were able to continue
their work.
Jim sent Juarez, now that the enemy might come at any time, to keep
a lookout for them. He was the best of the boys for that work, being
a natural scout, and of unusually keen vision, especially at night.
There was a deep gully running from the foot of the hill to the slope
of the mountain, and Juarez followed along that toward the mountain
slope. Every once in a while he would climb up and look to see if
there was any sign of the approaching gang.
Juarez was confident that there would be no direct attack even under
cover of the darkness of the night. For that was not the method of Gus
Gols and his gang of outlaws. They would take the most secret way of
approach. In fact, Juarez was positive that they would come by this
same gully that he was in. Gus Gols had spoken of the gully in his
pow-wow with his clan, but he had said nothing about his plan of
attack. He kept all such things to himself. Juarez could hear clearly
the sound of axes as the boys worked upon their fort on the hill.