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I'll give them a surprise if they are." The surprise, however, was to be Tad's. At last he reached the edge of the little butte. Slowly stretching his neck and lying flat on his stomach, he peered over. A cloud of black smoke rolled up into his face, causing the lad to withdraw hastily. "Aka-c-h-e-w," sneezed Tad, burying his face in his hands. "Whew, what a smudge!
The enemy answered the shots with a volley, and for a few moments a lot of ammunition was wasted while the odor of gunpowder assailed nostrils on both sides. After that, the shooting died away. As the minutes lengthened into an hour, and no word of Tad's mission had been received, the defenders began to grow restless. They were under a double tension now. Mr.
No sooner had they cleared each other, however, than the cowboy pulled up his horse sharply, wheeled and dashed after the Pony Rider Boy. Tad, having foreseen the movement, had likewise stopped his mount, and turned about. But instead of spurring on, he stood still. The cowboy had hoped to come up behind Tad and rope him as he raced away. He was slightly disconcerted when he noted Tad's position.
Withem extended his hand, grasping Tad's hand within it. "You're the right sort, young man. I wish we had you with us." "In the Rangers?" "Yes, of course." "I am afraid that would not be possible," smiled the Pony Rider Boy. "Wholly impossible," affirmed Professor Zepplin with emphasis. "I suppose so. However, I want you to see the captain. I'll tell you what to do."
In the meantime, excitement at the camp was at fever heat. Lige had failed to bring down the cougar and every one of the ponies had disappeared. "Bring torches!" commanded the guide calmly, not wishing to let the boys see that he was in the least disturbed. "We must try to round up some of the stock. One of you build up the fire." "But Tad?" urged Walter. "Don't you know Tad's gone? He'll be lost.
Suppressed grins might have been observed on the faces of the other boys, who were still sitting on the paddock fence. They were leaving all matters pertaining to the stock in Butler's hands, knowing full well that Tad's judgment was better than theirs. In turn the lad once more examined the horses he had chosen, then added to them enough to make up their allotment.
Once both men cast and their lariats locked, the cowboy's loop having slipped over Tad's. The foreman called a halt while he untied the tangle. The instant this had been accomplished, Tad drew in his with one hand, coiling it at the pony's side. "Remember, I haven't called time," warned the foreman. "You are still roping." Tad knew that, but he did not wish to take an unfair advantage.
As a matter of fact the unknown marksman's bullet had grazed the head of the fat boy, instilling in that young gentleman a more thorough respect for the mountaineer's marksmanship. But now Tad's mind turned to the object of his visit to the mountain range. He was there looking for the man who had fired the shot. Ned Rector had heard the shot also.
I guess you saved me from getting a wetting," said the boy, extending an impulsive hand. "Now I'll go to my cabin. Please don't say anything about this. Good-night." Tad's progress below was slow and unsteady. Dawson watched him until the door of the cabin had closed behind the Pony Rider Boy. "That's a raw deal," muttered the miner.
"Well, so long. I'll talk with you to-morrow." "Good night and good luck!" called the boys. "Good night, pards," answered the Ranger heartily. Swinging his pony about he galloped away into the darkness, while the boys turned their own mounts toward their camp in the canyon. They had done a good night's work and Tad's generalship alone had won the battle for the Ranger lieutenant.
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