CHAPTER VII.
AT HANK LEESON'S CABIN.
At first the boys were inclined to think that the old scout wasmistaken--that they could ride as far as anybody. But when, shortlyafter sunset, they came within sight of Hank Leeson's place both wereglad to think that they would have to ride no more for the present.
"I'm sore already," whispered Darry to his cousin.
"So am I--but I didn't want Benson to know it," was the low answer."That last mile of the trail was awfully rough."
Hank Leeson had seen them coming, and stood at the doorway of his cabin,rifle in hand. He was a tall, thin man, with black eyes that wereexceedingly sharp and shrewd. When he recognized Sam Benson he droppedhis firearm into a corner and ran to meet the scout.
"Downright glad ter see ye!" he said, shaking hands. "Sam, yer a sightfer sore eyes, thet's wot!"
"And I'm glad to see you, Hank," responded Benson, just as warmly. "Howhave things been with you?"
"Putty slow, to tell the truth." Leeson looked at the boys. "Twotenderfoots along, I see."
"Yes. This is Joe Moore, brother to the captain up at the fort, and thisis Darry Germain, his cousin. Boys, this is Hank Leeson, the besttrapper and all-around shot in these parts."
"Oh, come, don't be a-praisin' me so much!" cried Leeson, as he took theboys' hands in a grip that made them wince. "As fer shootin', ye kin dothet yerself as good as anybody, Sam." He looked the boys over. "Glad toknow ye, lads. I know Captain Moore downright well, and he's a goodsoldier."
"I've got news, Hank," put in the old scout. "Joe fell in with MattGilroy's gang down near Buckwater Run."
"What!" roared the old trapper. "Do you mean to tell me thet measlycrowd is around here ag'in?"
"Three of 'em are--Gilroy, Fetter, and a young fellow named Potts. Ithink Potts comes from Denver."
"I know him. His father was Ike Potts, the card-sharp. Thet blood isabout as bad as any in the gang. What are they up to?"
"They are laying a trap for the quartermaster when he comes through withthe soldiers' money. Joe heard part of their talk by accident. Do youknow when the quartermaster is expected?"
"I do not. Ye see, ever since old Cap'n Bissile was held up the armyofficers keep mum about the movements of the cash-box. I reckon theyhave orders from Washington to do it."
"I want to warn Colonel Fairfield as soon as I can," went on the oldscout.
"Yes, he ought to be warned."
"Can you lend me a fresh hoss?"
"I can."
"Then I'll be off as soon as I've had a bit of supper. The boys can staywith you all night, can't they?"
"They can, an' welcome," replied Hank Leeson.
"You are going to leave us?" queried Joe.
"Don't see any other way to do, lad. The sooner I get the news to thefort the better. I'll come back in the morning after you--or send yourbrother or somebody else."
"We can ride it alone, can't we?" questioned Darry.
"I wouldn't try it, if I were you. The trail is a rough one, and thereare several forks where you might go astray."
"Better stay with me, lads," put in Leeson. "I'll treat ye well, neverfear," and he smiled broadly.
"Thank you," returned Joe. "I was only thinking I'd like to see mybrother soon, that's all."
"A few hours more or less won't make much difference," said Darry. Hehad looked around the trapper's cabin, and was interested. "Let uswait." And so it was arranged.
It did not take long to get a bit of supper, and in less than half anhour Sam Benson was off, astride of a powerful steed which had been HankLeeson's pride for years.
"Jest tell him to go to the fort," said Leeson, "and he'll carry ye tharwith his eyes shet," and he gave a parting salute to the old scout.
The cabin was a primitive affair of rough logs, with the chinks filledwith dried clay. It contained two rooms, each about twelve feet square.Back of the cabin was a lean-to where Leeson kept his horses, two innumber. There was room for more animals, so the beasts ridden by ourfriends were easily accommodated.
Night had fallen by the time the horses had been rubbed down and fed andthe boys had finished their evening repast, and it was dark when theygathered around the doorstep to rest. Hank Leeson sat on achopping-block, cleaning his rifle and smoking at the same time, and asthe three rested Joe told of his adventure in the cave, and Darry tookup the tale of the bear.
"You had a lucky escape, lad," said the trapper. "A lucky escape, an' noerror. Like as not them desperadoes would have killed ye, had theycaught ye."
"I've been thinking--do you imagine they'll come here to-night?" askedDarry.
Hank Leeson shook his head.
"Don't allow as they will. About a year ago I gave thet Fetter fairwarnin' if he showed his face about my cabin I'd plug him full o' holes,an' I sent Gilroy the same message. They know me, an' know I won't standany nonsense. They'll be likely to give me a wide berth. They know Iaint got much worth stealin'."
"Then we ought to be safe until the soldiers get the news."
"Reckon you will be, lad," answered the trapper.
He was very much of a quaint character, and for two hours the boys satup, listening to his tales of encounters with wild animals, desperadoes,and Indians.
"I've had my own little fun with b'ars," he said. "Got in a tree onct,and a b'ar kept me there fer a whole day. I had wounded him in the leg,and in running over a brook I dropped my gun."
"How did you get away?" asked Darry.
"I didn't know what to do fust. The b'ar had me foul, and kept right atthe bottom of the tree all the time. With his wounded leg he couldn'tcome up, and I didn't dare to go down, and there we was--a-lookin' ateach other, he a-growlin' and I a-sayin' all kind o' unpleasant thingsabout him."
"Didn't you have a pistol?"
"No, all I had with me at the time was a powder-horn, a matchbox, and mypocket-knife. What to do I didn't know, and I was a-thinkin' I'd bestarved out, when a thought struck me to blow him up with powder."
"Blow him up!" cried both boys.
"Thet's wot, lads--blow him up. I had a handkerchief, ye see, an' intothis I dumped 'bout half my powder, an' into the powder I put threematches, with the ends pointing out. Then I tied powder an' matches intoa hard lump and watched my chance. There was a flat rock near the rootsof the tree, and putty soon Mr. B'ar squatted on this rock. Then I letdrive fer the rock, an' the powder an' matches landed good an' hard, Ican tell ye."
"And exploded?" put in Joe eagerly.
"Yes, exploded with a noise ye could hear 'most a mile, I calkerlate.The powder flashed straight up into thet ba'r's face, blindin' him andtearing his jaw half off, and the way he ran to save himself was acaution. As soon as he was gone I dropped down and ran for my gun. ThenI made after the b'ar and caught him between the rocks and finishedhim."
This was the last story told that night, and soon after the tale wasconcluded Leeson showed the boys into the inner room of the cabin, wherethere was something of a rough bed with a straw mattress.
"Make yerselves ter hum," he said. "It aint no hotel, but it's the bestI've got to offer ye."
"But we don't want to turn you out," said Darry.
"I'll make myself comfortable near the door," answered Leeson. "I wantto sleep with one eye open--in case those rascals should take a notionto come this way."
The boys were glad enough to rest indoors again and take off theclothing they had worn during the storm.
"Camping out is well enough," declared Joe; "but I don't want too muchof it."
"Oh, we've seen the worst side of it," returned Darry. "I expect lotsof good times when we get to the fort."
"Oh, so do I, for the matter of that."
After turning in it did not take long for the cousins to get to sleep,and a little while later Hank Leeson also threw himself down to rest.But the old trapper remained close to the doorstep, and slept with hisrifle near at hand.
An hour went by, and the darkness and silence continued. There was nomoon, an
d only a few stars were visible. At a distance a few night birdswere calling, and occasionally the howl of some lonely wolf could beheard, but that was all.
At last from out of the darkness of the trail came three men on foot.They were Matt Gilroy and his companions. They had tethered their horsesin the bushes some distance away. They stole toward the cabin like somany grim and silent shadows.