Collected Works of Zane Grey, page 146
“Which one of you?” added Ken.
Sells pointed to the grinning Belden. Ken made a quick, passionate movement, and took another long step that seemed involuntary; then he wheeled to his brother.
“Hal, what have you done this time? You promised me you’d behave if I brought you out West. I declare I’m ashamed of you. I’ll never—”
“Cheese it! Shut up!” cried Hal, hotly. “You’re always blaming me. How do you know I deserved getting slapped? Do I always deserve the worst of everything?”
“Nearly always, Hal, I’m sorry to say,” returned Ken, gravely.
“Well, this is one of the few times when I don’t, then,” said Hal, sullenly.
“What did you do?” demanded Ken.
“I called that fellow every name I could lay tongue to,” retorted Hal, pointing a quivering finger at Belden. “I called him a liar and a coward. Then he hit me.”
“Why did you call him names?”
“He saw the deer meat hanging there on the tree and he kept saying we shot the deer. But I held my temper. Then he got to teasing Tom and trying to hold him with a forked stick. He said we caught the lion in a trap and he was looking for trap-marks. Tom batted him one, scratching him a little. Then he took up a club—”
At this juncture Hiram Bent strode into the circle and he roared: “Who clubbed thet lion? If the Injun—”
The old hunter was angry clear through.
“Hold on, Hiram,” I interrupted. “We’re getting at the thing. Hal was just telling us. Go on, lad.”
“Look here, Hal,” spoke up Ken, in great earnestness, “tell the absolute truth. Don’t stretch. Give me your word. Then I’ll believe you, and if I do, so will Hiram and Dick and Jim.”
Hal repeated precisely what he had told us before Hiram’s interruption, and then he went on: “Belden took up a club and beat Tom over the head — beat him till I was sure Tom was dead. Then I couldn’t stand it longer, so I called Belden a brute, a coward, a liar — everything I could think of. So he hit me, knocked me down, and kicked me.”
“Leslie — the youngster’s tellin’ it straight,” said Hiram. “Thet cougar is all bunged up, an’ any sneak who would beat a chained animal would hit a boy.”
The old hunter then turned to Belden. That worthy had ceased to grin. I looked closely at him to see if he had been drinking, but it was not that; he was surely sober enough.
“Belden, afore I say anythin’ else I’d like to know what you mean by carryin’ on this way,” went on Hiram. “Mebbe you think beatin’ up chained cougars an’ boys as are keepin’ camp ain’t serious. Wal, I reckon you’ll change your idee.”
“Bent, I’d change no idees of mine,” rejoined Belden. “An’ one idea I got is then you trapped them cougars. An’ another idee is thet I ketched you killin’ deer. An’ thet’s agin the law. I’m agoin’ to put you through for it.”
For answer Hiram strode to a pine-tree some twenty paces from his tent and took down something from a dead snag. As he returned I saw it was the head and neck of the yearling doe. He showed it to Belden, and pointed out the laceration made by the teeth of the lion. Belden did not speak. Then Hiram showed the wound to the other rangers.
“Sells, you’re a woodsman. Now what made thet wound?”
“A cougar killed thet doe an’ no mistake,” admitted Sells.
“Thar!” The old hunter threw down the deer head and whirled to face Belden. I never saw a man any more furious than Hiram was, holding himself in control.
“I ain’t carin’ a tarnal flip what sich as you think of my capturin’ cougars. But fer beatin’ up a helpless animal I care this much — you’re wuss than the youngster called you — you’re the wust dog I ever seen. An’ fer hittin’ this youngster I’m goin’ to pay you back in—”
Ken Ward caught the old hunter’s arm. The boy was white, but he was as cool as ice, and his eyes had the dark flash I had once or twice before seen in them. He stepped in front of Hiram and faced Belden.
“Belden, I’ll give you a chance to beat me up.”
“Hey?” queried Belden in stupid surprise.
Hiram and Jim appeared too amazed for speech; and as for me I saw with a kind of warm thrill what was coming off.
“Hey?” mocked Ken. “What do you think? I mean fight.”
Belden kept on staring. He was a grown man and probably could not conceive the idea Of a boy wanting to fight him. But I knew Ken Ward, and I saw, too, that he was nearly as big as Belden, and when I compared the two and thought of Ken’s wonderful agility and strength I felt the call of battle rise within me. Then conscience troubling me, I made a half-hearted attempt to draw Ken back. I was too late. The lad reached out with his hand — his powerful right hand that had acquired much of its strength in gripping baseballs — and he seized Belden’s nose between his fingers. It was no wonder he did it. Belden’s nose was long and red, an offensive kind of nose. The effect was startling. Like a mad bull Belden roared. Ken pulled him round, this way and that, then he let go and squared himself. Bellowing furiously, the ranger rushed at Ken. The lad appeared to step aside and flash into swift forward action at the same instant. A sharp thud rang out and Belden stopped in his rush and staggered. But he did not fall.
Then Ken began to dance around the ranger. Any fight always roused me to a high pitch of excitement, and this one gripped me so intensely that I could scarcely see it. But then Ken Ward was so swift in action that even in a calm moment it would not have been easy to follow his motions. I saw enough to know that the fight he had made with the Greaser when I was bound fast was as nothing to this one. Ken appeared to be on all sides of Belden at once. He seemed to have as many arms as a centipede has legs. Belden’s wildly swinging fists hit the air. The way his head jerked up showed the way Ken was hitting, and the sound of his blows rang out like rapid pistol-shots. Belden’s swarthy face grew red and swollen. All at once I seemed to hear mingled yells from Hiram and Jim, and that made me conscious that I was yelling myself. Ken’s gray form flashed around Belden and the rain of scientific blows went on. Suddenly Ken stepped back and swung heavily. Belden went to his knees, staggered up, only to be met with a stunning shock that laid him flat.
He stirred laboriously, groaned and cursed, tried to sit up and fell back. He was bloody; his nose looked like a red cauliflower; one eye was nearly closed. Ken stood erect panting hard, still flaming-eyed, still unsatisfied. His face showed a few marks of conflict.
Hiram Bent looked down at Belden. “Dog-gone it! You did git a tarnal good lickin’!...Hey?”
This good-humored query from the lately furious Hiram brought the rest of us to our senses.
CHAPTER X - HAL
PRESENTLY BELDEN GOT to his feet. He did not look at Ken or any of us, and went directly for his horses. He saddled and packed with hurried hands. It showed what the humiliation meant to him as well as what kind of a fellow he was that he rode away without a word to his companions.
They were disposed to make a joke of it and were not above praising Ken. Soon afterward they put up a tent and began preparations for supper. I certainly had no desire for their company, but neither had I any right to ask them to move on, so I thought it was just as well that we should try to be friendly.
“If you all don’t mind we want to see you ketch a cougar,” said Sells.
“Sartinly — glad to show you,” replied Hiram.
And shortly we were laughing and talking around the camp-fire just as if there had not been any unpleasantness. I noticed, however, that Hal did not speak a word to any of our visitors, and indeed he was uncivil enough not to reply to questions they put. This gave me the idea that Hal had not told all of what had been done to him during our absence. Certainly he was not the kind of a boy to blab things. From the light in his big gray eyes I fancied that he was cherishing a righteous anger against these invaders. I made a note, too, of how intently he listened to all they said.
“Look a-here, Bent,” Sells was asking, “is there any danger of them cougars gittin’ loose?”
“Wal, sometimes they break a collar or chain. I lose probably one out of ten thet way. But I can’t tie them up any tighter, for they’d choke themselves to death.”
“Durn me if I like to sleep so close to cougars as this,” went on Sells. “I allus wus scared of ‘em; jest can’t stand fer cats, any kind, nohow.”
“Nother am I powerful enraptured at the idee,” remarked one of his companions.
“Then why did you throw up the tent so close to them?” demanded Sells.
“Nary danger, fellers,” put in Hiram. “My cougars won’t hurt you onless you git in their way. Then I reckon you’d git a swipe.”
We talked and smoked around the camp fire for an hour or more. Then the north wind rose, roaring in the pines, and the night air grew cold. Soon we all sought our blankets.
I quickly dropped off to sleep. Sooner or later after that I was awakened by a terrible sound. Sitting up with a violent start I felt Ken’s hands clasping me like a vise. I heard his voice hut could not distinguish what he said. For the uproar in the camp made hearing anything else impossible. Blood-curdling shrieks, yells and curses mingled with sounds of conflict. They all came from the rangers’ tent. By the pale moonlight I saw the tent wavering and shaking. Then followed the shrill rending of canvas. Hiram emerged from the gloom and bounded forward. I jumped up eager to help, but ignorant of what to do, I held back. Then bang, bang, bang, went a revolver, and bullets whistled about.
“Lay low!” roared Hiram, above the tumult in the tent.
Promptly I pulled Ken with me behind a pine and peeped forth.
To make the din worse all the hounds began to bark furiously. Suddenly there came a violent shock from a heavy body plunging against the inside of the tent. It waved this way and that, then collapsed. From the agitated canvas came hoarse, smothered bellows. If I had not been so nonplussed I would have given up to laughter. But something was terribly wrong with the rangers. I saw a dark form roll from under the tent, rise and flee into the forest. Then another emerged from the other side. The yells ceased now, to be followed by loud cries of some one in pain.
With this Hiram ran forward. I saw him bend over, and then was astounded to see him straighten up and begin to haul away on something. But a gray, hounding object explained the mystery. Hiram was dragging one of the cougars back from the demolished tent.
“By George! Ken, one of the lions got loose,” I exclaimed, “and it must have run right into the rangers’ tent.”
“Great!” replied Ken Ward.
I jumped up and ran to help Hiram, but he had the cougar tied when I got to him. Even in the excitement I noticed that he was untying a lasso from the end of the chain. I looked at Hiram and he looked at me.
“Don’t say nothin’,” he whispered. “Somebody tied this rope in the chain, then pulled the cougar over to the rangers’ tent. I found the lasso tied to the tent-stake.”
“Whew! What’s come off?” I ejaculated. “Who did it?”
“How on earth he did it I can’t reckon, but I’ll bet it was thet tarnal boy.”
“Hal?...Impossible, Hiram!”
“Wal, I reckon there ain’t much thet’s impossible fer Ken Ward’s brother...Come on — somebody’s hurt — we can figure it out afterward.”
Jim appeared, and then two men emerged from the dark shadow of pines. One was Sells. Little was said on the moment. We lifted the tent and underneath we found the other ranger. If he had been as badly hurt as he was frightened I thought surely we would presently have a dead ranger on our hands. It turned out, however, that when we washed the blood from his face we found he had been badly scratched but not seriously injured. And as neither Sells nor the other ranger had been hurt the tension of the moment lessened, and Hiram particularly appeared greatly relieved.
“I woke up,” said Sells, “an’ seen thet durned cougar jump right in the tent. He was quicker’n lightnin’ an’ he began to leap at me. I dodged him, an’ yellin’ like mad I tried to git out. But every time I got near the tent door the cougar made at me an’ I hed to dodge. Then he got us all goin’, an’ there was no chance to do anythin’ but roll over an’ jump an’ duck. Pell throwed his gun an’ begin to shoot, an’ if the tent hedn’t fallen in he’d plugged one of us...I jest knowed one of them cougars would rustle us last night.”
Plain it was that Sells had no suspicion of a trick. This relieved me. I glanced round for Hal, but he was not in sight and I supposed he had not rolled out of his blankets. Presently all was quiet again in camp, except that the lions were restless and clanked their chains. Sells and his companions had moved away some distance under the pines. Before I went to sleep again I told Ken what Hiram had said about Hal, and Ken replied: “Oh yes! I knew whatever it was Hal did it!”
“But Jim must have had a hand in it,” I declared. “How could Hal drag the lion, even if he had the nerve?”
“Dick, that boy could drag a rhinoceros around if by it he could get even with somebody who had mistreated him. You take my word — those rangers did something to Hal more than we know.”
“Well, whatever they did to him he’s square with them. Did you ever hear such yelling? They were scared wild.”
“Reminds me of the time Greaser and Herky-Jerky got mixed up with my bear-cub in the old cabin on Penetier. Only this was worse.”
We soon slept again, and owing to the break in our slumbers did not awaken until rather late. Sells and his rangers had decided they did not care so much after all to see Hiram tie up a lion, and with the rising of the sun they had departed.
“Shore it’s good riddance,” declared Jim.
“Where’s Hal?” asked Ken.
His question acquainted me with the fact that Hal was missing. At once Ken appeared troubled.
“Don’t worry, youngster,” assured Hiram. “Your brother will turn up presently.”
“Have you seen him this morning?”
“Nary a hair of him,” replied Hiram.
“Have you, Jim?”
“I shore hevn’t. An’ what’s more he wasn’t in bed when I got rustled out last night by thet infernal racket. An’ he didn’t come back.”
“Wal, now, thet’s new on me,” said Hiram, getting serious.
Ken began to pace up and down before the camp-fire. “If anything happens to Hal how can I ever lace my lather again?”
“See hyar, youngster. I reckon your father is a sensible man,” rejoined Hiram. “He knowed things was goin’ to happen to thet wild kid, an’ thet’s why he sent him with you. Hal will get his eye teeth cut out hyar. I calkilate it’ll be wise fer you to jest stop worryin’, an’ let things happen.”
“Shore, shore,” added Jim, earnestly.
“There’s a good deal of sense in what Hiram says,” I said. “No doubt Hal is hiding somewhere. And he’ll come in as soon as he finds out the rangers have gone...Jim, weren’t you in that trick last night?”
“I shore wasn’t,” replied Jim, complacently. I knew then that it would be impossible ever to find out whether or not he had really aided Hal.
“Hiram, would it have been possible for Hal to pull off that lion stunt all by himself?” I inquired.
The old hunter looked thoughtful.
“Wal, it does seem onreasonable. But I ain’t doubtin’ it. The youngster is strong an’ a daredevil. Then he has watched me handlin’ the cougars. He’s a wonder on imitation, thet boy. It’s a fact thet a young cougar, arter he’s been tied up fer a day or so, will be kinder sluggish fer a little on bein’ dragged round agin. He’ll hang back, an’ not begin to jump an’ pull an’ fight till he’s waked up thoroughly. It’s quite possible, I reckon, thet Hal sneaked up to the tree, loosed the chain an’ tied a rope to it. Then he dragged the cougar over to the rangers’ tent, tied the rope to the tent-stake, an’ then — wal, I’m balked. How did he git the cougar into thet tent? He’ll hey to tell us.”
“It’s a wonder no one was killed,” said Ken.
“It shore is,” replied Jim.
“I wish he’d come in,” went on Ken. “Only — what’ll he do next?”
We got breakfast, ate it, and still Hal did not put in appearance. The Navajo came in, however, and that made us wonder how far he had been from the camp. Jim was of the opinion that Navvy had been so scared by the uproar that he had run till he dropped. I observed pine-needles thick in Navvy’s black hair, and knew he had slept somewhere under a pine.
Hiram went to feed the hounds and almost instantly I heard him exclaim: “Wal, I’ll be dog-goned!”
“What’s the matter, Hiram?”
“The pup’s gone, too. He didn’t break away. He’s been untied, that’s sartin. Fer I was per-tickler to fasten him tight. He’s been crazy to run off an’ trail somethin’. The youngster he’s took him.”
Ken marched over to where Hal kept his saddle and outfit. “He left his rifle and all the rest of his trappings.”
A sudden thought made me grow cold. “Hiram, mightn’t Sells have fooled us? Pretended he didn’t know the trick, and then got hold of Hal?...Those Mormons wouldn’t think much of dropping him over the rim.”
“Oh! no!” cried Ken Ward.
Following that we all fell silent, and instinctively looked to the old hunter for help or assurance. But Hiram appeared much disturbed in mind. All at once a little shock went over his tall form, making him suddenly rigid.
“Listen!” he said.
I complied with all my ears, but heard nothing except the wind in the pines and the hammering of a flicker on a dead branch.
“Shore—” began Jim.
Hiram held up a finger in warning.
“Listen — with the puffs of wind.”
Then followed a long listening silence. After what seemed an age I heard a faint yelp of a hound. It was so low that it was almost indistinguishable. Jim heard it, too, and at last Ken, as I could tell by their faces. We all remained silent, still held by Hiram’s uplifted finger.
“It’s the pup,” said Hiram, finally. “He’s way over to the west. I reckon he’s arter a coyote — or else he’s yelpin’ because somethin’s happened to — Now, fellers, I’ll make a bee-line fer whar I think he is. If I let out a string of yells you all come a-runnin’ with dogs an’ guns. If I yell onct head me off to your left. If twice, head me off to your right.”
