The Boy Ranchers in Camp: or, The Water Fight at Diamond X. Baker Willard F.

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СКАЧАТЬ rustling our cattle. No, this wasn't that slick Mexican, Nort."

      "Who was it?" asked Babe, helping himself to another of the flapjacks which Buck was making in a skillet over the greasewood fire.

      "That's what we don't know," said Bud. "He just naturally vanished, the way my water did. What are you going to do, Babe?"

      "Well, I ought t' keep on lookin' for them strays your paw's so anxious about," was the answer. "But I reckon I got time t' mosey along with you. You say you're goin' down to the river?"

      "Yes, to see if there's anything wrong at the intake pipe," Bud answered.

      "Then I'll go with you," offered Babe. "And before you try that ride through the old water course, under the mountain, you'd better call up your paw."

      "What for?" Bud wanted to know.

      "Well, he mightn't altogether like it. There's a risk, an' he may want t' send some of us with you. It's easy t' get him on the 'phone from the dam."

      "Yes," agreed Bud, "I s'pose I had better do that." He remembered that where Pocut River had been dammed to enable water to flow into the pipe line, and then through the old river course to his reservoir, there was a general store, which boasted of a telephone.

      A little later, breakfast having been finished, the party, now including Babe, reached the Pocut River. There an inspection showed the water from the river above the dam running freely into the pipe that carried it to Flume Valley.

      "Nothing wrong here," remarked Bud as he looked into the dark tunnel which received one end of the pipe. And it was through this natural tunnel, extending under the mountain, being the course of an old stream, that the boy ranchers proposed riding.

      "No, th' trouble must be somewhere inside," agreed Babe. "But call up your paw, Bud."

      Which Bud did, learning from his father at Diamond X, that Old Billee had departed, early that morning, to take up his abode at the camp in the valley.

      "Better wait until Old Billee reaches your place, and then call him up," suggested Mr. Merkel to his son over the wire, for there was a 'phone in Bud's camp. It seemed rather an incongruity, but it was a great convenience, since it connected directly with Diamond X, Triangle B and Square M ranches, as well as with the regular lines.

      There was nothing to do but wait until Old Billee might be expected to have reached the camp in Flume Valley, and after several hours Bud called up his own new ranch headquarters.

      "They don't answer," Central reported.

      "He's taking his time," commented Babe.

      But an hour or so later, after several other trials, the voice of Old Billee came back over the wire from miles distant.

      "Hello! Hello there! Wassa matter? Wassa matter?" demanded the voice of the old cowpuncher. "Where's everybody, anyhow? Nobody here but me!"

      "We're over at the dam – Pocut River," called Bud into the instrument. "Say, Billee, something happened at my place last night. The water stopped, and we came over here to see where the stoppage was. But it's all right here. How about you there?"

      "All serene here, Bud, all serene! Wait a minute and I'll take a look at your reservoir. I can see it from the tent where you got this talkin' contraption strung. You say the water stopped last night?"

      "Stopped complete, Billee," Bud answered back over the wire.

      "Well then, if there's any comin' over the spillway, now, it's a sign she's runnin' here ag'in, I take it!"

      "Sure thing. But is she running?" asked Bud, anxiously.

      "Wait a minute, an' I'll take a look. Hold on to that there wire!"

      "I'll hold it!" promised Bud, smiling at his cousins.

      There was a moment of anxious waiting and, in fancy, the boy ranchers could see Old Billee going to the tent flap and looking toward the reservoir.

      "Hello, Bud!" presently came the call over the wire.

      "Hello, Billee. What about it?"

      "Water's there all right! Must 'a' come back in th' night! She's runnin' fine now!"

      CHAPTER V

      ANOTHER WARNING

      Bud Merkel was about to hang up the receiver, with a blank and uncomprehending look on his face, when Babe caught the black rubber earpiece from him.

      "Wait a minute, Billee!" called Babe into the transmitter. "See anything of anybody around there? Anything suspicious?"

      The others could not hear what the old cowboy's answer was, but Babe soon enlightened them.

      "He says it's all serene," Babe declared as he now hung up the receiver. "Nobody in sight, an' the water is runnin' through the pipe as natural as can be."

      "I can't understand it!" declared Bud. "It was almost as dry as a bone when we left last night."

      "But it's running in here from the river dam," said Nort.

      "Then there must have been a break somewhere in the tunnel natural water course," declared Bud. "Well, if it mended itself so much the better. But that doesn't explain this," and he held out the scrawled warning. "And if the water stopped once it may stop again."

      "Yes," agreed Babe, "but if anybody wanted to stop it they'd have to do it either at this end, where the pipe takes water from the river, or at your end, Bud, where it delivers water to your reservoir."

      "Unless somebody stopped the stream inside the tunnel," suggested Dick.

      "Then it would back up here at the river end," said Nort, quickly, "and it hasn't done that."

      "No, it hasn't," agreed Bud. "It sure is queer. I'm beginning to think there may be more in that black rabbit than I believed first."

      "What rabbit is that?" asked Babe.

      "The one Old Billee said would bring me bad luck," Bud answered. "Well," he went on to his cousins, "we might as well go back to camp. We can't do anything here."

      "If you've got water that's all you want in Flume Valley," declared Babe. "There isn't a finer place t' raise cattle in all th' world than there – if you have water!"

      "And if you haven't – you might as well quit!" spoke Bud.

      "You eliminated an earful that time," the assistant foreman stated. "But I reckon it was just a little break, inside th' tunnel, an' it filled itself up natural like. You won't have any more trouble."

      "I hope not," spoke the boy rancher. "Are you going on back to Diamond X, Babe?"

      "Not until I find that bunch of strays from Square M. They're too valuable t' let slip."

      "Especially to let Hank Fisher, or Del Pinzo, slip them away," exclaimed Bud as he and his chums left the store where they had been telephoning.

      "Not so loud! Not so loud!" cautioned Babe.

      "Why not?" Bud wanted to know, when they were outside.

      "'Cause one of Hank's men was in there! СКАЧАТЬ