CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LOST IN THE BAD LANDS
The following day the guides led the way up and down the sides ofmountains, sometimes the trail running beside steep cliffs that rosesheer above the tourists' heads, and again past ravines where rushing,tumbling waters silenced all other sounds.
About noon of the third day after leaving Steamboat Springs, theyreached the steepest climb of that trip. As they were nearing the topof the peak, Tally's horse suddenly fell over on its side and kickedits heels wildly.
The guide managed to jump clear of the leather and wild kicks, but theother riders sat speechless with fear at what was going to be theresult of this awful spectacle. Before any one had time to offer help,however, the horse Mr. Gilroy rode did the same. The scoutsimmediately started to dismount, for they feared what might happen iftheir animals rolled and plunged as the first two were doing.
"Are they having fits?" asked Julie, anxiously.
"No, the unusually steep climb and the altitude affects horses thisway quite often," explained Mr. Gilroy.
"I wish they'd let the rider know before they flop that way," saidJoan, "then we might jump clear of their hoofs."
"If one had time to warn others of what was about to happenunexpectedly, very few people would have accidents," laughed Mrs.Vernon.
In a few minutes the horses got upon their feet, shook themselvesthoroughly, and then waited to proceed on the trail.
Another halfhour's climb and they all reached the top of the peak.After leaving the timber-line, the riders found the scrub bushes grewscraggier and shorter, and finally the top of the peak was left asbare and craggy as any volcanic formation. From the top of one ofthese crags, Tally peered across an expanse of what looked like arolling sea, but it was grey instead of blue-green.
When Mr. Gilroy saw this sea of sand, he quickly adjusted his glassesand gazed silently for a long time.
"Well, Tally, what do you make it out to be?" asked he.
"Him Bad Land--but I not know him in our way," returned the guide,apologetically.
"That's what I think about him--very bad land," chuckled Mr. Vernon,shading his eyes with both hands and staring down at the desert.
"What does that mean, Uncle? Do we have to cross it?" asked Julie.
"Either cross it, or go back the way we climbed and try to go aroundit--that means several days wasted on back-trailing."
"I can just discern the tiny thread of a trail that winds a way acrossthat desert to the other side. We can easily follow the track and doit in one afternoon," said Mr. Gilroy.
"You don't think we shall be running any risks, do you?" ventured Mrs.Vernon.
"None whatever. If we were down at the base of this peak, right now,you would see how simple a thing it is to ride across the sand. Theonly danger in these Colorado wastes is when a storm threatens. Butthe sky is as clear as can be, and the day is too far spent now, forthe sun to start anything going."
"The only hazard we take in crossing the sand waste, is that darknessmay overtake us before we reach the other side, and that might causeus to stray from the trail," suggested Mr. Vernon.
"With two good guides to lead us, we take no risk on that score,"returned Mr. Gilroy.
"At least it will prove to be a novel trip--climbing mountains andriding over a desert of sand all in the same day," said Julie, eagerlywilling to try the experience.
Luncheon was hastily disposed of, and Tally led them all down thesteep trail of the mountainside for several hours. Then they reachedthe lodgepole pine, which is the only timber that can hold out againstdesert storms in bad weather and in winter.
"Before we begin this desert ride, do let's look for some water,"begged Ruth. "I'm thirsty as a sandpiper."
"Quite appropriate, too, as long as we are going to be closelyaffiliated with the sand," giggled Joan.
Tally and the two men had gone on before, and had not heard Ruth'srequest, or they might have spared the scouts a great deal ofunpleasantness. They had hoped to strike the trail they had seenacross the desert, so they rode in different directions to locate it,and the captain and girls were left to amble slowly along until one orall of the men returned for them.
So it happened that Ruth and Joan wandered about in search ofdrinking-water, and shortly after they left the rest of the scouts,Mrs. Vernon heard Ruth call.
"Come here! We've found a lovely little spring!"
The girls quickly followed in the newly broken trail that was plainlyseen, and reached the pool of water that was hidden by sagebushes andlow lava-rock formation.
"I was so thirsty I just flattened myself out on the sand and filledup," laughed Ruth, sighing with repletion.
Every one, the Captain included, drank freely of the warm water, andJulie made a remark that it tasted brackish for such an active spring.
"Maybe that is due to the sand and sun," ventured Joan.
"While we are here, let's give the horses a good drink," suggestedAnne.
"That's a good idea. Then they will be fresh for the trip across thesand," added Mrs. Vernon, starting back to get her horse and lead himto the spring.
But the horses refused to drink. They seemed thirsty enough, but everyone of them backed away when the girls tried to make them bend theirheads and drink.
"Why, isn't that funny? Did you ever see them act like this before?"asked Julie.
Just then Tally's voice was heard calling for them, and the scoutsjumped back into the saddles and rode forward. When they explainedabout the animals refusing the water, Tally looked serious.
"Show me drink!" commanded he, hurrying his horse over to the springwhere the girls had drank.
One taste of the water and he made a wry face.
"You say you tak him?" asked the guide anxiously.
"Yes, lots of it," replied Ruth.
"Him mos' bad as dem bad land. Dat alkali water."
"What do you mean, Tally?" anxiously asked several girls.
"Him mak mucha ache here," explained Tally, placing his hands over hisstomach and bending low with an agonized expression.
But the damage was done and so the scouts had to make the best of thecase. Consequently, it was not long before Ruth was tied into knotsand hardly able to sit in the saddle. The others, according to thequantity they had taken, were griped also. This did not add anythingto the pleasure of the ride across the hot dry sand. But as long asthey had essayed to cross that day, they kept on going slowly, hopingthat with each cramp the scouts would begin to recover from theeffects of the water.
Tally and his friend had been so certain that they would reach theother side of the desert before dark, that no one felt the slightestapprehension on that score. But the slowness with which the scouts hadto travel made it dubious whether the riders would gain the other sidebefore night.
Here and there, scattered over the desert sand, were queer craggyformations of lava, as if some volcanic eruption had thrown the heapsof burnt-out lava broadcast, to rest for ages upon the sea of waste.There was a constant wind blowing across the desert, that carried thetiniest particles of sand with it, and these cut into faces anduncovered parts of the flesh of horses and riders. This stinging sandadded no little to the misery of the suffering scouts.
The men and two guides felt very sorry for their companions, yet theyhad to keep on riding because it was necessary that they reach safetyand shelter for that night. Thinking to divert their thoughts fromtheir pain, Mr. Gilroy called attention to an unusually large crag oflava that stood up like a peak from the undulating sea of sand aroundit.
"Suppose you take a snapshot of that queer formation," suggested Mr.Vernon, eager to abet his friend's plan.
"You take it, Uncle--We have no need of pictures any more. Thispromises to be our last day on earth," moaned Julie, her face drawn inpain.
They were quite near to the crag when Tally leaned forward in hissaddle and held a hand to his ear in the attitude of one listeningintently. Then he jumped from the horse and placed his ear flat downon the s
and.
"What is it, Tally?" asked Mr. Gilroy, anxiously.
"Him blowin' bad! Can Messer Gilloy see much wind thoo glass?"questioned the guide, hastily, pointing off to the left.
Mr. Gilroy adjusted the glasses and gazed in the direction Tallypointed. Even the suffering scouts watched his face with more anxietythan they had given to the cramps.
"I fear we are in for a sandstorm, girls. We must make for thatfriendly crag and cower behind its out-thrusts until the worst isover," quickly advised Mr. Gilroy, as soon as he had satisfied himselfthat that was what the approaching cloud meant.
The two Indians urged their horses forward, and soon all werecrouching down behind the meagre shelter offered by the ragged lavapoints. The horses were so placed that their bodies formed a screenfor the riders, and the blankets and packs were arranged on theexposed sides of the animals to protect their skins from the stingingsand.
The sound of the wind as the storm rushed towards them, was awesome,but when the full fury of the simoon came, the sand was driftedquickly all about the horses and refugees. The wind fairly shrieked,as it tried to tear away the blankets and start a stampede of thehorses, but the Indians were able to calm the poor animals' fear.
The windstorm blew over as suddenly as it came, and the moment thegoing was safe, Tally led the horses from their drifts of sand andsaddled them again. The riders crawled out, also, and shook themselvesfree of the clinging sand, then got back in their saddles, ready toride onward.
The guides had not gone far, however, before they realized that thesandstorm had played greater havoc with the faint trail than with theriders. Such was the menace they now had to face: Night coming onapace, the scouts with cramps from alkali water, horses thirsty andsore from the beating of the simoon, and still an endless waste tocross, and no pathway to guide them.
"Oh, why did we ever come this way?" wailed Mrs. Vernon.
"We mos' over him," soothed Tally.
"Why, we've been riding for hours, and still there is nothing but sandto be seen," complained Julie.
"All same, us fin' end pooty soon," returned Omney.
They rode on without much conversation after that, as no one feltcheerful enough to talk. The sun had set beyond the rolling sea ofsand, and yet no welcome sight of trees or dwellings could be seenbefore them. Nothing but sand, sand, sand!
After the sun had completely disappeared, a chill crept into the airand in ten minutes time every one was shivering with cold. Tally spokein undertones to Mr. Gilroy, and he in turn said to his companions,"Let every one get the guide-rope out and tie it to the saddle infront of you."
"Why," called Joan.
"Anything left in Pandora's box for us poor creatures?" asked Juliesorrowfully.
"Tally thinks one of us might stray, if the darkness overtakes us assuddenly as it falls on these deserts sometimes," said Mr. Gilroy.
Before every one was hitched securely to the horse in front, so that along line of riders traveled in file, a soughing wind could be heardcoming from the north.
"Now, what can that be? More trouble?" demanded Mrs. Vernon.
"We hope not, but Tally says that quite often, after a hot sandstorm,it returns with sleet and hail; so we'd better be ready in case thischill portends such a comeback," explained Mr. Gilroy.
"What a fate! To drink poison, then fight a simoon, and at last to diein a desert blizzard!" cried Julie frantically trying to sit uprightand defy the fates.
"Such is Rocky Mountain weather," Mr. Gilroy laughed gaily, as if hemust inspire his friends with his bravado.
The oncoming blizzard had darkened the sky even before its time, butTally kept bravely on, encouraging the horses with _coos_ and Indianwords, until even the riders felt the spirit he manifested and feltbraver to face what was impending.
Just before the sleet began to drive into their faces enough to blindthem and shut out everything not two feet ahead, Mr. Gilroy shoutedout cheerfully, "Ha! I see a light twinkling out ahead! We've reacheda house, anyway!"
"Where? where?" asked a chorus of voices.
Then most of them discerned the faint little beacon, and urged theirweary horses to renewed effort, and the animals seemed to understandthat their work was almost done for that day, and actually movedfaster.
But the blizzard struck before they could reach the refuge, coatingeverything with ice and cutting deep into tender hands and faces. Thehorses were soon stiff with the cold, and it took all of the riders'energy, even so close to a promising haven, to keep the beasts moving.
Finally Tally shouted wildly, "Light ahead! Light here!"
And at the same time his horse stumbled down a steep grade into arushing little brook. Omney saw the danger before his horse reachedthe bank, and warned all the others behind him. They crossed the watersafely, and after scrambling up the steep bank on the other side, theyfound themselves in a barnyard.
They made such a noise at this discovery, that a man hurried from oneof the low, long buildings with a lantern.
"Oh, welcome sight!" sighed Mrs. Vernon, ready to faint with joy andrelief.
During a momentary lull in the wind and sleet, they all rode up to thelong, low ranch house, and shouted to the owners to help them. Soonevery one was thawing before a roaring fire; and the poor horses werein the stable, enjoying food and rest.