RANGERS ON THE TRAIL. It was about an hour after he had secured the firearm which he intended for Jack’s use that Baldy rode back into the Rangers’ camp in, what was for him, a state of great perturbation. The Chinaman was still up scouring dishes, and to him Baldy rode, spurring his pony almost into the remains of the camp fire in his anxiety. All about lay the recumbent forms of the Rangers, sleeping under the stars on the expanse of plain. Snores and deep breathing showed that every one of them was deeply wrapped in the healthy slumber of the plainsman. “Wallee maller, Massel Baldy?” cried the Mongolian, as Baldy spurred his pony up to him. “Nuffin, you yellow–mugged Chinee,” shot out Baldy, breathing tensely, despite his effort to “No, me no see him, Massel Baldy. Whafo’ you so heap much ’cited?” The keen–eyed Oriental had pierced Baldy’s mask of carelessness, and saw readily enough that the old plainsman was badly worried. “Me excited, you pig–tailed gopher!” roared out Baldy angrily. “I was never so easy–minded in my life. Where’s the cap sleeping?” “Over yonder, Massel Baldy. Him litee by chuck wagon.” Baldy did not wait to make a reply. He steered his plunging pony skillfully among the sleeping Rangers till he reached a bundled–up heap of blankets which he knew must contain Captain Atkinson. Baldy threw himself from his horse in an instant, at the same time slipping the reins over his pony’s head, according to the plainsman’s custom. Reaching down, he shook the captain vigorously. “Hello! hello, there, what’s up?” came a muffled rejoinder from amidst the blankets. But the next instant Captain Atkinson, broad awake, was sitting up. “Oh, you, Baldy? Well, what’s the trouble?” “Dunno jes’ erzackly, boss,” stammered out Baldy, “but it’s about that Tenderfoot kid that you gave me ter mind.” Baldy was plainly embarrassed. He shoved back his sombrero and scratched his head vigorously. At the same time he jingled his spurs as he shifted his feet nervously. Captain Atkinson’s tone was sharp when he next spoke. “You mean Jack Merrill? I’d have you understand, Baldy, that he is no Tenderfoot. He’s only a boy, but he’s been through as much as most men of twice his years. But what about him If the question was sharp and to the point, as was Captain Atkinson’s wont, so was Baldy’s answer. Rangers are not men who are in the habit of wasting words. “He’s went.” “What?” “I mean what I say, boss. The kid’s vamoosed, gone, skidooed.” “No nonsense, Baldy. Explain yourself.” “There ain’t much to explain, boss.” “If Jack Merrill has gone, I should say that there was a good deal to explain on your part.” Baldy shifted uneasily. “It warn’t no fault of mine, boss,” he protested. “I’ll be the judge of that. What’s your story?” “Just this. The kid went on watch with me. As you told me, I kept him close alongside. He didn’t hev no shootin’ iron, so I rode back to camp to git one. When I got back to the Rio he was gone “Gone?” “That’s what.” “Have you looked for him?” “Beat the brush frum San Antone to breakfus’, but ther ain’t no sign uv hair nor hide uv him.” “You saw the other men?” “Sure!” “Did they know nothing?” “Not a thing. But the kid couldn’t hev passed in either direction without goin’ up in an air ship.” “None of your jokes. This is serious. Answer my questions. You left him where?” “Not far from the foot of the trail to the waterin’ place.” “You told him to stay there?” “Sure thing. You see I lef’ him ter git him a shootin’ iron. I didn’t think it was right that he shouldn’t be heeled. The greasers “All right, never mind that part of it. Well, you got the gun?” “Yes; and when I took it back fer him ther kid had gone.” “How long did all this take?” “Waal, I’ve bin huntin’ fer ther dern little pinto ever since. But I should say that I rode to camp and back in about half an hour. You see, I hurried.” “Humph! You found no sign of trouble when you got back?” “Nary a bit. All wuz quiet as a Chink’s funeral in Tombstone.” “Had the others heard nothing while you were away?” “Not a sound so fur as they told me.” “It’s not possible to ford the river at that point?” “Boss, a cayuse couldn’t swim it, the current’s that swift.” “That’s so, too, I thought for a moment that “Ef he did, it’s flowers fer his’n ef we ever find him,” declared Baldy piously. “Let us hope it is not as bad as that. But it is most mysterious.” “Very consterious,” agreed Baldy. “You see, there were men to the east and west of where the kid was, and they didn’t hear nor see nothing.” “And yet the boy has vanished.” “Waal, he ain’t ter be found,” admitted Baldy, ignoring the long word. Captain Atkinson sat up in his blankets lost in thought. At length Baldy ventured to break in on the silence. “What yer goin’ ter do, boss? Ther young maverick may be needin’ help right now and needin’ it bad, too.” “That’s correct, Baldy. We must take some action at once. But the case is so puzzling that “No; ther young pinto had some hoss sense,” admitted Baldy, flicking his chaps with his quirt. “That being the case, how are we to account for his disappearance? If he had been attacked by greasers there would have been some noise, some disturbance.” “Maybe he jes’ fell in ther Rio and was drown–ded,” suggested Baldy. “I don’t think that. Jack Merrill is an athletic lad, and among other things, I am told, a first–class swimmer. No, we have to figure on some other line.” “Waal, I’m free to admit that I’m up a tree, boss,” grunted Baldy. By this time Captain Atkinson was out of his blankets and hastily drawing on his chaps and pulling his blue cowboy shirt over his head. When his boots had been drawn on and spurs In the meantime Ralph and Walt were informed of Jack’s mysterious disappearance. To Captain Atkinson’s astonishment, they did not appear nearly so much alarmed as he had feared. Instead, they accepted the news with almost stoical faces. “You think that Jack is safe, then?” asked the captain of the Rangers. “At any rate, you don’t seem much worried about him.” “It’s not our way to worry till we know we have good cause to, Captain,” rejoined Ralph. “That’s my idea, too,” declared Walt stoutly. “Well, I admire the confidence you boys have in your leader,” declared Captain Atkinson warmly, “but just the same as soon as it’s daylight I mean to start a thorough investigation, and if harm has come to him it will go hard with those that caused it.” |