RED'S DISCOMFITURE
On their return they separated and Red, coming to an arroyo, rode
along its edge for a mile and then turned north. Ten minutes after he
had changed his course he espied an indistinct black speck moving
among a clump of cottonwoods over half a mile ahead of him, and as he
swung his glasses on it a cloud of smoke spurted out. His horse
reared, plunged, and then sank to earth where it kicked spasmodically
and lay quiet. As the horse died Red, who had dismounted at the first
tremor, threw himself down behind it and shoved his rifle across the
body, swearing at the range, for at that distance his Winchester was
useless. A small handful of sand flew into the air close beside him
with a vicious spat, and the bullet hummed away into the brush as a
small pebble struck him sharply on the cheek. A few seconds later he
heard the faint, flat report.
"It's a clean thousand, an' more," he growled. "Wish I had Hopalong's
gun. I'd make that feller jump!"
He looked around to see how close he was to cover and when he glanced
again at the cottonwoods they seemed to be free of an enemy. Then a
shot came from a point to the north of the trees and thudded into the
carcass of the horse. Red suddenly gave way to his accumulated anger
which now seethed at a white heat and, scrambling to his feet, ran to
the brush behind him. When he gained it he plunged forward to top
speed, leaping from cover to cover as he zig-zagged towards the man
who had killed Ginger, and who had tried his best to kill him.
He ran on and on, his rifle balanced in his right hand and ready for
instant use, his breath coming sharply now. Red was in no way at home
out of the saddle. His high-heeled, tight-fitting boots cramped his
toes and the sand made running doubly hard. He was not far from the
cottonwoods; they lay before him and to his right.
Turning quickly he went north, so as to go around the plot of ground
on which he hoped to find his accurate, long-range assailant, and as
he came to a break in the hitherto close-growing brush he stopped
short and dropped to one knee behind a hillock of sand, the rifle
going to his shoulder as part of the movement.
Several hundred yards east of him he saw two men, who were hastily
mounting, and running from them was a frightened calf. One of the pair
waved an arm towards the place where Ginger lay and as he did so a
puff of smoke lazily arose from behind the hillock of sand to the west
and he jumped up in his saddle, his left arm falling to his side.
Another puff of smoke arose and his companion fought his wounded and
frightened horse, and then suddenly grasped his side and groaned. The
puffs were rising rapidly behind the hillock and bullets sang sharply
about them; the horse of the first man hit leaped forward with a
bullet-stung rump. Spurring madly the two rustlers dashed into the
brush, lying close along the necks of their mounts, and soon were lost
to the sight of the angry marksman.
Red leaped up, mechanically refilling the magazine of his rifle, and
watched them out of sight, helpless either to stop or pursue them. He
shook his rifle, almost blind with rage, crying: "I hope you get to
Thunder Mesa before _we_ do, an' stay there; or run into Frenchy an'
his men on yore way back! If I could get to Number Two ahead of you
you'd never cross that boundary."
As he returned to his horse his rage cooled and left him, a quiet,
deep animosity taking its place, and he even smiled with savage
elation when he thought how he had shot at eight hundred yards--they
had not escaped entirely free from punishment and his accuracy had
impressed them so much that they had not lingered to have it out with
him, even as they were two to one, mounted, and armed with long-range
rifles. And he could well allow them to escape, for he would find them
again at the mesa, if they managed to cross the line unseen by his
friends, and he could pay the debt there.
He swore when he came to the body of his horse and anger again took
possession of him. Ginger had been the peer of any animal on the
range and, contrary to custom, he had felt no little affection for it.
At cutting out it had been unequalled and made the work a pleasure to
its rider; at stopping when the rope went home and turning short when
on the dead run it had not been excelled by any horse on the ranch. He
had taught it several tricks, such as coming to him in response to a
whistle, lying down quickly at a slap on the shoulder, and bucking
with whole-hearted zeal and viciousness when mounted by a stranger.
Now he slapped the carcass and removed the saddle and bridle which had
so often displeased it.
"Ginger, old boy," he said, slinging the forty-pound saddle to his
shoulder and turning to begin his long tramp towards the dam, "I shore
hate to hoof it, but I'd do it with a lot better temper if I knowed
you was munching grass with th' rest of the cavvieyh. You've been a
good old friend, an' I hates to leave you; but if I get any kind of a
chance at th' thief that plugged you I'll square up for you good an'
plenty."
To the most zealous for exercise, carrying a forty-pound
double-cinched saddle for over five miles across a hot, sandy plain
and under a blazing, scorching sun, with the cinches all the time
working loose and falling to drag behind and catch in the vegetation,
was no pleasant task; and add to that a bridle, full magazine rifle,
field glasses, canteen, and a three-pound Colt revolver swinging from
a belt heavily weighted with cartridges, and it becomes decidedly
irksome, to say the least. Red's temper can be excused when it is
remembered that for years his walking had been restricted to getting
to his horse, that his footwear was unsuited for walking, that he had
been shot at and had lost his best horse. Each mile added greatly to
his weariness and temper and by the time he caught sight of Hopalong,
who rode recklessly over the range blazing at a panic-stricken coyote,
he was near the point of spontaneous combustion.
He heaved the saddle from him, kicked savagely at it as it dropped,
for which he was instantly sorry, and straightened his back slowly for
fear that any sudden exertion would break it. His rifle exploded,
twice, thrice; and Hopalong sat bolt upright and turned, his rifle
going instinctively to his shoulder before he saw his friend's waving
sombrero.
The coyote-chaser slid the smoking Sharps into its sheath and galloped
to meet his friend who, filling the air with sulphurous remarks, now
seated himself on the roundly cursed saddle.
Hopalong swept up and stopped, grinning expectantly and, to Red,
exasperatingly. "Where's yore cayuse?" he asked. "Why are you toting
yore possessions on th' hoof? Are you emigrating?"
Red's reply was a look wonderfully expressive of all the evils in
human nature, it was fairly crowded with murder and torture, and
Hopalong held his head on one side while he weighed it.
"Phew!" he exclaimed in wondering awe. "Yo're shore mad! You'd freeze
old Geronimo's blood if he saw that look!"
"An' I'll freeze yourn; I'll let it soak into th' sand if you don't
change yore front!" blazed Red.
"What's the matter? Where's Ginger?"
A rapid-fire string of expletives replied and then Hopalong began to
hear sensible words, which more and more interspersed the profanity,
and it was not long before he learned of Red's ride along the arroyo's
rim.
"When I turned north," Red continued, wrathfully, "I saw something in
them dozen cottonwoods around that come-an'-go spring; an' then what
do you think happened?" he cried. Not waiting for any reply he
continued hastily: "Why, some murdering squaw's dog went an' squibbed
at me at long range! With me on my own ranch, too! An' he killed
Ginger first shot. He missed me three straight an' _I_ couldn't do
nothing at a thousand an' over with this gun."
"Th' d--n pirate!" exclaimed Hopalong, hotly.
"I was a whole lot mad by that time, so I jumped back into th' brush
an' ran for th' grove, hoping to get square when I got in range. After
I'd run about a thousand miles I came to th' edge of th' clearing west
of th' trees an' d----d if I didn't see two fellers climbing on their
cayuses, an' some hasty, too. Reckon they didn't know how many friends
I might have behind me. Well, I was some shaky from running like I
did, an' they was a good eight hundred away, but I let drive just th'
same an' got one in th' arm, th' other somewhere else, an' hit both of
their cayuses. I wish I'd 'a filled 'em so full of holes they couldn't
hang together, th' thieves!"
"I'd shore like to go after them, Red," Hopalong remarked. "We could
ride west an' get 'em when they pass that water hole if you had a
cayuse."
"Oh, we'll get 'em, all right--at th' mesa," Red rejoined. "I'm so
tired I wouldn't go now if I could. Walking all th' way down here with
that saddle! You get off that cayuse an' let me ride him," he
suggested, mopping his face with his sleeve.
"What! Me? _Me_ get off an' walk! I reckon not!" replied Hopalong, and
then his face softened. "You pore, unfortunate cow-punch," he said,
sympathetically. "You toss up yore belongings an' climb up here behind
me. I'll take you to th' dam, where Johnny has picketed his cayuse.
Th' Kid's going in for a swim; said he didn't know how soon he'd get a
chance to take a bath. We can rustle his cayuse for a joke--come on."
"Oh, wait a minute, can't you?" Red replied, wearily. "I can't lift my
legs high enough to get up there--they're like lead. That trail was
hell strung out."
"You should 'a cached yore saddle an' everything but th' gun an' come
down light," Hopalong remarked. "Or you could a' gone to th' line an'
waited for somebody to come along. Why didn't you do that?"
"I ain't leaving that saddle nowhere," Red responded. "Besides I was
too blamed mad to stop an' think."
"Well, don't wait very long--Johnny may skin out if you do," Hopalong
replied, and then, suddenly: "Just where was it you shot at them
snakes?" Red told him and Hopalong wheeled as if to ride after them.
"Here, you!" cried Red, the horseless. "Where th' devil are you going
so sudden?"
"Up to get them cow-lifters that you couldn't, of course," his
companion replied. "I'm shore going to show you how easy it is when
you know how."
"Like h--l you are!" Red cried, springing up, his lariat in his hand.
"Yo're going to stay right here with me, that's what yo're going to
do! I've got something for you to do, you compact bundle of gall! You
try to get away without me and I'll make you look like an interrupted
spasm, you wart-headed Algernon!"
"Do you want 'em to get plumb away?" cried the man in the saddle,
concealing his mirth.
"I want you to stick right here an' tote me to a cayuse!" Red
retorted, swinging the rope. "_I'm_ going to be around when anybody
goes after them Siwashes, an' don't you forget it. There ain't no
hurry--we'll get 'em quick enough when we starts west. An' if you try
any get-away play an' leave me out here on my two feet with all these
contraptions, I'll pick you off'n that piebald like hell greased with
calamity!"
Hopalong laughed heartily. "Why, I was only a-fooling, Red. Do you
reckon I'd go away an' leave you standing out here like a busted-down
pack mule?"
"I hoped you was only fooling, but I wasn't taking no chances with a
cuss like you," Red replied, grinning. "Not with this load of woe, you
bet."
"Say, it's too bad you didn't have my gun up there," Hopalong said,
regretfully. "You could 'a got 'em both then, an' had two cayuses to
ride home on."
"Well, _I_ could 'a got 'em with it," Red replied, grinning, his good
nature returning under the chaffing. "But you can't hit th' mesa with
it over six hundred. They'd 'a got away from you without getting hit."
Hopalong laughed derisively and then sobered and became anxious.
"Yo're right, Red, yo're right," he asserted with tender solicitude.
"Now you get right up here behind me an' I'll take you to th' dam
where th' Kid is. Pore feller," he sighed. "Well, I ain't a-wondering
after all you've been through. It was enough to make a _strong_-minded
man loco." He smiled reassuringly. "Now climb right up behind me,
Reddie. Gimme yore little saddle an' yore no-account gun--Ouch!"
"I'll give you th' butt of it again if you don't act like you've made
th' best of them gravy brains!" Red snorted. "Here, you lop-eared
cow-wrastler--catch this!" throwing the saddle so sudden and hard that
Hopalong almost lost his balance from the impact. "Now you gimme a
little room in front of th' tail--I ain't no blasted fly."
Hopalong gave his friend a hand and Red landed across the horse's
back, to the instant and strong dislike of that animal, which showed
its displeasure by bucking mildly.
"Glory be!" cried Hopalong, laughing. "Riding double on a bucking
hinge ain't no play, is it? Suppose he felt like pitching real
strong--where would you be with that tail holt?"
"You bump my nose again with th' back of yore head an' you'll see how
much play it is!" Red retorted. "Come on--pull out. We ain't glued
fast. Th' world moves, all right, but if yo're counting on it sliding
under you till th' dam comes around you're way off; it ain't moving
that way. Hey! Stop that spurring!"
"I'll hook 'em in you again if you don't shut up!" Hopalong promised,
jabbing them into the horse, which gave one farewell kick, to Red's
disgust, and cantered south with ears flattened.
"Whoop! I'm riding again!" Red exulted.
"I'm glad it wasn't Red Eagle they went an' killed," Hopalong
remarked.
"Red Eagle!" snorted Red, indignantly. "What good is this cayuse,
anyhow? Ginger was worth three like this."
"Well, if you don't like this cayuse you can get off an' hoof it, you
know," Hopalong retorted. "But I'll tell you what you know a'ready;
there ain't no cayuse in this part of th' country that can lose him in
long-distance running. He ain't no fancy, parlor animal like Ginger
was; he don't know how to smoke a cig or wash dishes, or do any of th'
fool things yore cayuse did, but he is right on th' job when it comes
to going hard an' long. An' it's them two things that tell how much a
cayuse is worth, down here in this country. If I could 'a jumped on
him up there when they made their get-away from you, me an' th' Sharps
would 'a fixed 'em. They wouldn't be laughing now at how easy you
was."
"They ain't laughing, not a bit of it--an' they won't even be able to
swear after I get out to th' mesa," Red asserted. "Have you seen Buck,
or anybody 'cept th' Kid?"
"Yes. I told Buck an' Frenchy about it, an' Skinny, too," Hopalong
replied. "Buck an' Frenchy went north along th' west line to get th'
boys from Number Two. Buck says we'll go after 'em just as soon as we
can get ready, which most of us are now. Pore Lanky; he's got to stay
home an' pet his wounds--Buck said he couldn't go."
"Did Buck say who was going an' who was going to stay home?"
"Yes; you, Johnny, Billy, Pete, Skinny, Frenchy, me, Buck, an' Pie
Willis are going--th' rest will have to watch th' ranch. That makes
nine of us. Wonder how many are up that mesa?"
"There'll be plenty, don't you worry," Red replied. "When we go after
anybody we generally has to mix up with a whole company. I wouldn't be
a whole lot surprised if they give us an awful fight before they peter
out. They'll be up in th' air a hundred feet. We'll have plenty to do,
all right."
"Well, two won't be there, anyhow--Archer an' Juan. I bet we'll find
most of th' people of Eagle up there waiting for us."
"Lord, I hope they are!" cried Red. "Then we can clean up everything
at once, town an' all."
"There's th' Kid--see th' splash?" Hopalong laughed. "He shore is
stuck on swimming. He don't care if there's cotton-mouths in there
with him. One of them snakes will get him some day, an' if one does,
then we'll plant him, quick."
"Oh, I dunno. I ain't seen none at th' dam," Red replied. "They don't
like th' sand there as much as they do th' mud up at th' other end,
an' along th' sides. Gee! There's his cayuse!"
Johnny dove out of sight, turned over and came up again, happy as a
lark, and saw his friends riding towards him, and he trod water and
grinned. "Hullo, fellers. Coming in?--it's fine! Hey, Red. We're all
going out to Thunder Mesa as soon as we can! But what are you riding
double for? Where's yore cayuse?" Something in Red's expression made
him suspicious of his friends' intentions and, fearing that he might
have to do some walking, he made a few quick strokes and climbed out,
dressing as rapidly as his wet skin would permit.
Red briefly related his experience and Johnny swore as he struggled
through his shirt. "What are you going to do?" he asked, poking his
head out into sight.
"I'm going to ride yore cayuse to th' line house--you ain't as tired
as me," replied Red.
"Not while I'm alive, you ain't!" cried Johnny, running to his horse.
Then he grinned and went back to his clothes. "You take him an' rope
th' cayuse I saw down in that barranca--there's two of 'em there,
both belonging to Meeker. But you be shore to come back!"
"Shore, Kid," Red replied, vaulting into the saddle and riding away.
Johnny fastened his belt around him and looked up. "Say, Hoppy," he
laughed, "Buck said Cowan sent my new gun down to th' bunk house
yesterday. He's going to bring it with him when he comes down
to-morrow. But I only got fifty cartridges for it--will you lend me
some of yourn if I run short?"
"Where did Cowan get it?"
"Why, don't you remember he said he'd get me one like yourn th' next
time he went north? He got back yesterday--bought it off some feller
up on th' XS. Cost me twenty-five dollars without th' cartridges. But
I've got fifty empties I can load when I get time, so I'll be all
right later on. Will you lend me some?"
"Fifty is enough, you chump," laughed Hopalong. "You won't get that
many good chances out there."
"I know; but I want to practise a little. It'll shoot flatter than my
Winchester," Johnny grinned, hardly able to keep from riding to the
bunk house to get his new gun.
Red rode up leading a horse. "That's a good rope, Kid, 'though th'
hondo is purty heavy," he said, saddling the captured animal. "Is Buck
going to bring down any food an' cartridges when he comes?" he asked.
"Yes; three cayuses will pack 'em. We can send back for more if we
stay out there long enough to need more. Buck says that freak spring
up on top flows about half a mile through th' chaparral before it
peters out. What do you know about it, Red?" Hopalong asked.
"Seems to me that he's right. I think it flows through a twisting
arroyo. But there'll be water enough for us, all right."
"I got a .45-120 Sharps just like Hopalong's, Red," Johnny grinned.
"He said he'd lend me fifty cartridges for it, didn't you, Hoppy?"
"Well, I'll be blamed!" exclaimed Hopalong. "First thing _I_ knowed
about it, if I did. I tell you you won't need 'em."
"Where'd you get it?" asked Red.
"Cowan got it. I told you all about it three weeks ago."
"Well, you better give it back an' use yore Winchester," replied Red.
"It ain't no good, an' you'll shoot some of us with it, too. What do
_you_ want with a gun that'll shoot eighteen hundred? You can't hit
anything now above three hundred."
"Yo're another--I can, an' you know it, too. Three hundred!" he
snorted. "Huh! Here comes Skinny!"
Skinny rode up and joined them, all going to the Peak. Finally he
turned and winked at Johnny.
"Hey, Kid. Hopalong ought to go right down to th' H2 while he's got
time. He hadn't ought to go off fighting without saying good-bye to
his girl, had he?"
"She'd keep him home--wouldn't let him take no chances of getting
shot," Red asserted. "Anyhow, if he went down there he'd forget to
come back."
"Ow-wow!" cried Johnny. "You hit him! You hit him! Look at his face!"
"He shore can't do no courting while he's away," Skinny remarked. "He
wouldn't let Red go with him when he went to give Meeker th' shovel,
an' I didn't know why till just now."
"You go to blazes, all of you!" exclaimed Hopalong, red and
uncomfortable. "I ain't doing no courting, you chump! An' Red knows
why I went down there alone."
"Yes; you gave me a fool reason, an' went alone," Red retorted. "An'
if that ain't courting, for th' Lord's sake what is it? Or is she
doing all of it, you being bashful?"
"Yes, Hoppy; tell us what it is," asked Skinny.
"Oh, don't mind them, Hoppy; they're jealous," Johnny interposed.
"Don't you make no excuses, not one. Admit that yo're courting an'
tell 'em that yo're going to keep right on a-doing it an' get all th'
honey you can."
Red and Skinny grinned and Hopalong, swearing at Johnny, made a quick
grab for him, but missed, for Johnny knew the strength of that grip.
"I ain't courting! I'm only trying to--trying to be--sociable; that's
all!"
"Sociable!" yelled Red. "Oh, Lord!"
"It must be nice to be sociable," replied Johnny. "Since you ain't
courting, an' are only trying to be sociable, then you won't care if
we go down an' try it. Me for th' H2!"
"You bet; an' I'm going down, too," asserted Red, who was very much
afraid of women, and who wouldn't have called on Mary Meeker for a
hundred dollars.
Hopalong knew his friend's weakness and he quickly replied: "Red, I
dare you to do that. I dare you to go down there an' talk to her for
five minutes. When I say talk, I don't mean stammer. I dare you!"
"Do you dare _me_?" asked Johnny, quickly, glancing at the sun to see
how much time he had.
"Oh, I ain't got time," replied Red, grinning.
"You ain't got th' nerve, you mean," jeered Skinny.
"I dare you, Red," Hopalong repeated, grimly.
"I asked you if you dared _me?_" hastily repeated Johnny.
"_You!_ Not on yore life, Kid. But you stay away from there!" Hopalong
warned.
"Gee--wish you'd lend me them cartridges," sighed Johnny. "Mebbe
Meeker has got some he ain't so stingy with," he added, thoughtfully.
"I'll lend you th' cartridges, Kid," Hopalong offered. "But you stay
away from th' H2. D'y hear?"