CHAPTER XX.
THE FINDING OF THE BABES.
"Get up yere, pard," said one of the two men who were standing guardover Macklyn Morgan's bivouac. "I sure hears some queer sort of a wildcritter a-yowling out yander."
Morgan himself had been eager to push forward through the night towardMerriwell's valley, but the men lately released from the custody of PeteCurry were exhausted by their tramp and refused at nightfall to proceedfarther. Therefore, it had been necessary for the party to divide or tostop where they were and make camp. The latter course had been decidedupon.
Not feeling positive that Curry and his comrades would not follow them,Morgan had given orders for two of the men to remain constantly on guardthrough the night. Of course the guard was to be changed at intervals.Now, shortly after nightfall, one of the original two appointed to watchover the camp called his comrade for the purpose of listening to certainstrange sounds which came to his ears through the darkness.
They advanced cautiously to the top of a ridge, where they halted andstood listening. The sounds could be faintly heard now and then.
"Whatever does yer make of it, partner?" asked the one who had firstheard them.
"Mighty quar sounds for a wild critter to make," declared the other.
"Just what I thought. More like some sort o' music."
"That's it. Dinged if it ain't something like a fiddle!"
"Mebbe we'd better nose out that way and see if we can diskeever what itis."
"We leaves the camp onprotected."
"Only for a short time. There won't anything happen, partner. This yerestanding guard is all foolishness, anyhow."
"I reckon you're right."
"Then come on."
Together they advanced in the direction from which the strange soundsseemed to proceed. As they made their way slowly and cautiously into thevalley they were able to hear those sounds more and more distinctly, andbefore long both were satisfied that it was indeed a fiddle.
"Well, wouldn't that chaw yer up!" muttered one. "Whoever does yerreckon is a-playing a fiddle out yere?"
"You have got me."
"Well, we will certain find out. Have your gun ready, pard, in case weruns into a muss."
Pretty soon they saw through the starlight two horses grazing unhobbledand unpicketed.
"Only two," whispered one of the men. "We are as many as they be."
"Whar are they?"
The violin was silent now, and they remained crouching and awaitinguntil it began again. It led them straight to the spot where little Abesat playing beside the sleeping girl. So absorbed was he in his music,with his head bowed over the violin, that he failed to observe theapproach of the men until they were right beside him and one of themstooped and took him by the shoulder. With a cry of terror, the boysprang up.
Felicia awoke in great alarm and sat up, staring bewildered at Abe andthe two men.
"Oh, ho!" said one of the guards. "What is this we finds? It is astrange bird we diskeevers."
"There's two," said the other. "And, by smoke, t'other one is a gal!"
"Don't you touch her!" shrilly screamed the boy. "Don't you put a handon her!"
He endeavored to jerk himself from the grip of the man who had seizedhim, but the strong hand held him fast.
"Whatever is the use to jump around this yere way?" said the man. "Weain't a-hurting you none. Don't git so excited-like. Mebbe it's a rightgood thing we finds ye yere."
"Who are they, Abe? Who are they?" whispered Felicia.
"I dunno," confessed the boy, filled with regret and despair at his owncarelessness in permitting the men to come upon them in such a mannerwhile he was absorbed in his playing. "But they shan't hurt yer. I won'tlet um."
"Mebbe you tells us what you're doing yere, you two kids," suggested oneof the men.
"We're jest lost," said Abe.
"Only that?" laughed the man. "Well, that sure is nothing much. Perhapsif we don't find yer you stays lost. Where did yer get lost from?"
"Oh, I know you won't hurt us!" said Felicia quickly. "Why should you?We can't hurt any one. My horse was frightened and ran away. Abe triedto catch him. That was how we got separated from Dick and the others."
"Dick! Who is this yere Dick?"
Before Abe could check her, Felicia answered.
"Why, Dick Merriwell!"
"Hey?" ejaculated one of the men. "Merriwell! Why, I sure opines thatname is a heap familiar. Dick Merriwell! Mebbe you means FrankMerriwell?"
"No! no! I mean Dick Merriwell, his brother."
"His brother?" burst from both of the men.
"Yes," said Felicia.
"Then he has a brother, has he? Well, this is right interesting and nomistake."
"You bet it is!" ejaculated the other. "Where is this yere DickMerriwell, Hunchy?"
It was the old hateful name which Abe detested, and his soul revoltedagainst it.
"Don't you call me Hunchy!" he shrilly exclaimed. "I won't be calledHunchy!"
In his excitement he actually bristled at the ruffian.
"Ho! ho!" laughed the other man. "What do yer think of that, partner?Why, he is going ter soak me one."
"Ho! ho!" came hoarsely. "That's what he is. Don't let him hit yer hard,for he'll sure fix yer!"
The one who had addressed Abe as "Hunchy" now removed his hat and made aprofound bow.
"I begs yer pardon, your royal highness," he said. "If I treads on thetail of yer coat any, I hopes you excuses me. I am not counting to rileyou up any, for I reckon you might be a whole lot dangerous."
Abe knew this was said in derision, but he muttered:
"I won't have anybody calling me Hunchy no more. Don't you forget that!"
Felicia was clinging to the cripple now, and he could feel hertrembling. He put one of his long arms about her and sought to reassureher by a firm pressure.
"If I hasn't offended your highness," said the man who had asked thequestion, "perhaps you tells me now where this Dick Merriwell is?"
"Don't tell him, Abe!" whispered the girl. "They are bad men. I'm afraidof them."
"I wist you could tell me," said the boy. "I'd like ter find himmyself."
"Then he is somewhere yereabouts?"
"Don't tell!" breathed Felicia again.
"I dunno 'bout that," said Abe. "Mebbe he is two hundred miles away now.I dunno."
"Ef he is so fur, however is it you expects ter find him in a hurry?"
Barely a moment, did the boy hesitate, and then he declared:
"Why, he was a-going through to Californy on the train. We live down onthe Rio Verde. Our dad, he's got a cattle ranch down there. Yesterday westarted out to go to Flagstaff. They wouldn't let us go alone, so werunned away. We thought mebbe we could find the way there all right, butI guess we can't."
The two men looked at each other in the starlight and shook their heads.
"Sounds fishy," said one, immediately detecting that this statementconflicted with the one made by Felicia.
"A whole lot," agreed the other.
Felicia had gasped when she heard Abe fabricate so glibly. It was asurprise to her, and she was almost sorry she had cautioned him not totell the facts to those men.
"Well, you certain is off the trail, kids, providing you're bound forFlagstaff. It's right lucky we finds you. We takes you to the camp, andmebbe your dad what you speaks of pays us well if we returns you to himsafe and sound. I opines he runs a pretty big ranch."
"You bet," said the boy quickly. "He's got one of the biggest down thatway. He has jest heaps of cattle and keeps lots of cowpunchers."
"That being the case," chuckled the man who had grasped the boy'sshoulder, "he certain pays liberal when he gits his children back. Nowyou two come along with us."
He marched them along, one on either side, while his companion set outto catch the grazing horses and bring them.
Felicia slipped from the man's hand and again sought Abe's side,pressing close to him. In his ear she whispered:
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bsp; "I am afraid we're in awful trouble now, Abe. You remember the bad menwe saw in the valley before my horse ran. Perhaps these are two ofthem."
"Better be ketched by bad men than starve," he returned, with an effortto reassure her. "I have seen heaps of bad men before this, and I amstill alive."
One of the horses was easily captured, but, to the surprise of the man,the other one charged viciously at him. When he sought to get at itshead, the creature wheeled with a squeal and kicked wildly.
The man swore.
"What ails ye, drat yer?" he growled.
Then he released the docile animal and turned his attention to theother.
To his astonishment, the creature was fierce as a raging lion. Itcharged on him repeatedly, and he escaped only by the utmost nimbleness.It squealed, and whirled, and kicked in all directions. Apparently itfancied a thousand men were trying to capture it, and its wild gyrationswere exceedingly surprising, to say the least.
After a little, the man ran away when he found the opportunity and stoodat a distance, with his hands on his hips, watching the cavortingcreature.
"The dinged hoss is sure crazy!" he declared. "Why, its a-trying to chewitself up, or kick itself to pieces. Never see but one critter act thatway before."
"It's locoed," said Abe to the man with him.
Immediately this man called to his companion, saying:
"Let the beast alone. The kid says it's locoed, and ef that's so, Ireckon it's no good to anybody."
"Never see no locoed horse feed nateral like this one was," returned theother. "I opines the critter is just ugly, that's all."
But, suddenly uttering snorts and squeals, the horse went dashing offinto the distance, as if pursued by some frightful thing. Nor did itstop until it had disappeared far, far away.