CHAPTER X
THREATS OF TROUBLE
"Splash!"
Hardly had Frank ventured upon his prediction before it came true. Thestout cloth of which Peg's garments were composed might have sustainedhis weight indefinitely, and had it depended on his trousers givingway, his friends above must have been compelled to use their ropes inorder to release him from so unfortunate a predicament.
But the roots of the little stunted cedar were soon torn from theirhold. And when this came about, of course the unfortunate Pegcontinued his roll down the balance of that steep slope, clawing atevery object which he thought might stay his progress.
He certainly did drop into the pool with a tremendous splash that sentthe water flying in every direction.
At first he vanished entirely from view. Then his head emerged, and itcould be seen that he was swimming furiously to keep afloat. Somehowhis awkward movements made Bob Archer think of a hippopotamus he hadonce seen in a tank.
Peg must have had his mouth open when he struck. Perhaps he was tryingto shout for somebody to stop him, and in this manner he swallowed aquantity of water. At any rate he spouted forth quite a little fluidas he floundered about, kicking and beating with feet and hands, asthough he were being run by an engine that had gone wild.
Both of the saddle boys grinned. They could not help it, the thinglooked so laughable. Had it been a dear friend, instead of an enemy,they must have enjoyed the sight just the same.
Twice Peg bobbed under, to come up again, paddling for all the worldlike a puppy that was having its first swim. His face had taken on alook of terror.
"Help! Can't keep up much longer! Something pulling me down!" hespluttered.
Frank and Bob exchanged a quick glance. Of course this put quiteanother face on the matter. If Peg was really in danger they had nobusiness to stand there, laughing. It might seem funny to them, but toPeg the matter was not at all comical.
"I don't believe the critter knows how to swim, Bob!" exclaimed Frank.
"That's what," answered the other, seriously. "He's just keeping upbecause he's crazy with fright. We've got to get him out of there,Frank."
"We sure have; come along," echoed the western boy.
Fortunately Frank was possessed of a quick mind. He never wasted anytime in wondering what methods he should use in order to accomplishthings.
The pool was of considerable width, and even though he bent over itsborder he would not be able to come within five feet of the strugglingPeg.
Without hesitation he stepped into the water, holding his gun. Twofeet from the bank and it was to his knees. But he believed he had nowreached a point where he could hold out his rifle and touch Peg.
"Take hold, and I'll pull you out!" he called, as he extended the gun.
It was laughable to see how eagerly the other seized upon the chance.And, when Peg had fastened himself to the other end of the rifle Frankeasily drew him shoreward.
The bully came out, dripping wet, and in anything but an angelictemper. It was bad enough, in his eyes, to have fallen into the pool;but to be rescued by a fellow he hated, as he did Frank Haywood, addedto the aggravation.
After spluttering for a minute or two, so that he could get rid of thebalance of the water he had swallowed, Peg faced the two chums.
Strange to say he did not seem to consider that Frank had placed himunder any obligations in the least when he dragged him out of the water.
"See what you did," Peg exclaimed, now spluttering with burning anger."What d'ye mean pointing your old gun up at me, and making as if youmeant to shoot?"
"Oh!" remarked Bob, elevating his eyebrows; "was that what forced youto take that header down the slope? Well, now, we had an idea you wereso glad to see us that you just couldn't wait to walk down, but wantedto fly! But, if I was to blame at all for your trouble, I'm sure I'msorry. But you see, we didn't know whether we were going to be held upby rustlers or Indians. That's what comes from hiding, Peg."
"Bah! guess I'll do just whatever I want," spluttered the other, wipinghis dripping face on his sleeve without doing either much good,however. "And do you know what I think?"
"Well, no, I must say I don't happen to be a mind reader, Peg. Supposeyou tell me," replied the unruffled Bob, who had taken the measure ofthe other, and knew he might be set down as a great boaster, but onenot particularly dangerous when it came to a show-down.
"I believe you just did that on purpose, that's what," Peg went on,hotly. "You've got it in for me ever since that time we had our littleaffair, when I laid a hand on the Mexican girl who sassed me. You justknew I'd jump up in a hurry if you made out you was going to shoot; andI bet you even remembered this lake at the bottom of the slope. Oh! itworked all right; but don't you forget; my time will come. I'm goingto pay you back in full! I've got friends who'll stick by me, allright. Bah! what're you two fellers doing here on Thunder Mountain,anyhow?"
A new suspicion had apparently seized upon Peg. He viewed theirpresence as a personal insult; just as though they might have plottedto forestall him in the glorious adventure he had planned to carry out.
"Well, if the old mountain belongs to you," spoke up Frank, thinking ittime he took a hand in the talk, "we'll ask you to excuse us, and backout. But I don't think you have any claim on it; so we'll hang aroundas long as we see fit. And remember this, Peg, we're going to mind ourown business; but we don't stand for any bother from you, or those withyou. Understand that?"
Peg looked at him long and steadily. The eyes of Frank never waveredin the slightest degree.
"All right," said Peg, finally, as his own eyes dropped. "You wait andsee; that's what! This thing's been hanging fire a long time now; andsome day we're bound to have it out, Frank Haywood. My dad's afteryours with a sharp stick; and perhaps the trouble is going to come downto the next generation. You'll get yours good and plenty when theright time comes!"
He turned away, and, limping to where the slope could be reached byskirting the edge of the pool, laboriously commenced to climb,following the tracks of the three horses.
"There's one of his guides up yonder, Frank," remarked Bob; "sitting onthe top of the bank. Looks to me like he was grinning to beat theband."
"Yes, that's Nick Jennings," replied Frank. "Used to work on theCircle Ranch, but he got his walking papers because he was caughtstealing from the other men. He's got a grudge against me because I'ma Haywood. But Nick likes a joke as well as any cowboy; and who couldkeep a straight face after seeing what happened here? Look a littlefarther on, and you'll just glimpse the colored handkerchief SpanishJoe wears on his head."
"I see him peeping at us from behind the bushes," returned Bob. "Andsay, he's handling that gun of his just like he'd be glad to use it ifanybody gave him the dare. I reckon Spanish Joe is some ugly customer,Frank."
"That's just what he is; but let's be moving on. If Peg takes anotherflop and splashes in this puddle again, he'll have to swim for it, orelse depend on his own guides to yank him out. No more for me. I'mwet to the knees; and did you hear him thank me for it? He's sure thelimit."
So the two boys went on.
They were not interfered with, which pleased Frank not a little.Knowing the nature of Spanish Joe, and the revengeful character of NickJennings, he would not have been much surprised had they attacked himand Bob, and carried things with a high hand.
Presently a turn in the canyon shut out the scene of their lateadventure. The last glimpse they had of Peg Grant, he had nearlyarrived at the top of the slope, and it seemed possible that he wouldnot make a slip that might cause him to repeat his recent circus act.
"Why do you think they left the trail, and made their horses climb up?"asked Bob, presently.
"Well, they might have talked it over just as we did, and chosen toleave the horses so they could look around on foot," Frank replied.
"But you suspect they might have another reason, too?" Bob insisted.
"That's a fact," replied
his chum, seriously. "For all we know theymay have run across some sign of the rustlers, and thought it best toget out of the beaten rut here before they got caught."
"Then you don't believe that little Lopez had anything to do with it,Frank?"
"What, that Mex boy? Oh! he's out of the business long ago," repliedthe other.
"In what way? Didn't he come along this trail ahead of us?" asked Bob.
"Sure thing," Frank went on. "But you see I've missed the marks ofthat burro's little hoofs for nearly twenty minutes. I made up my mindLopez had some slick way of climbing out of the _barranca_ a ways back,without leaving much of any trail. I told you he was a sly one, and Isay the same now, no matter whether he's a brother to the girl youdefended against Peg, or the girl herself."
"All right, Frank. Get us out of this as soon as you can," Bobremarked, looking ahead, as though he did not much fancy the appearanceof things there.
Ten minutes later Frank drew rein sharply.
"What's doing?" asked Bob, nervously, as he half raised his rifle,which he had insisted on holding in his hand all the time since thatmeeting with Peg. "Think you see signs of trouble from Peg and hisbunch; or is it something else?"
"Something else this time," remarked Frank. "Fact is, our chance hascome to get up out of here with the nags!"