The Boy Ranchers on Roaring River: or, Diamond X and the Chinese Smugglers. Baker Willard F.

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      After the first wild dash, the five travelers pulled their ponies into that long loping stride which carries the cowboy for days and days over many miles. Bud and Dick were in the lead, with Nort and Kid and Old Billee Dobb following close behind.

      "Say, Kid," Bud called back, after a while, "what would you do if you saw a smuggler come along now with a herd of Chinks with him?"

      "Tell you what I'd do, Bud," Yellin' Kid replied, "I'd stop the Chinks and find out what happened to a shirt I sent out to be washed the last time I was in Dallas!"

      "You mean that shirt with the yellow dots on, Kid?" Dick asked with a grin. "If that's the one, I can tell you what became of it. They thought it was an oil painting that got in the wash by mistake, and they had it framed and hung up in the picture gallery!"

      "Never you mind about the color of that shirt, Dick – it was a shrinking violet compared with the vest you bought over to Alamito. Purple and green – wow! First time I saw it it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and I had to look at a watch to make sure it wasn't morning. Thought the sun was comin' up."

      "Got you that time, Dick!" Nort laughed. "That's one you owe him. Say, is that a new pony you're ridin', Kid?"

      "Yep! What do you think of her?"

      "Looks good. How far can she go on a gallon?"

      "Twice as far as yours can – and twice as fast!"

      "Think so? Try it – see that bush up ahead? Race you to there!"

      "Right! Let's go!"

      "Hey, hey! Wait a minute, you fellows! We're not goin' on a picnic, you know. We've got a good long ride before us. Take it easy." This from Billee.

      "What's the matter, Billee? Gettin' old?" asked Bud mischievously.

      "Old? Who, me? Say, young feller, I can give you a head start half way to that bush and still beat you there!"

      "How about me? If there's a race, I'm in it too!" cried Dick.

      "All right. Tell you what – we'll start from here, and the last man there has to kiss a sheep!"

      "Right! All set? Ready – go!"

      "Ye-e-e-ow!"

      "Yip-yip-yip-yipee-ee!"

      "Ride 'em cowboy!"

      "Leggo that leather!"

      "Gangway – gangway!"

      The five riders flashed over the ground almost on a line. Kid's mount was running easily, head well up. Dick pulled a little ahead. Nort just touched his pony with the spurs, and in a moment he was even with Dick. There was a sudden rush behind them – and Old Billee Dobb, hat fanning his pony's withers, hair streaming in the wind, streaked to the front!

      "Look at the old boy go!"

      "Stay at it, Billee – stay at it!"

      "Two bits he wins!"

      And win he did. He reached the bush a full length ahead of the others, who were laughing so hard they could hardly stay on their horses. The spectacle of the gaunt, elderly man sitting straight up in the saddle, teeth clenched and bowed legs wrapped around his pony, was too much for them. They leaned on their pommels weakly and roared with laughter.

      "Attaboy, Billee!"

      "Golly – did you see the old boy streak it out!"

      "Oh, cracky! hold me up, somebody, or I'll fall off!"

      "Now – who's gettin' – old!" panted Billee. "Beat me, hey? Not in – a million years!"

      "What do you say, boys – we give Billee a salute!"

      Four guns flashed out of the holsters and were raised aloft.

      "Bang!"

      They roared as one.

      "Sure sounds like a celebration," chuckled Nort as he blew the few remaining grains of burnt powder from his smoking barrel, and replaced the gun. "Billee, accept my congratulations!"

      "Granted, youngster – if that's what I'm supposed to say," Billee retorted, his eyes twinkling. "And just remember – a man's not old out here until he can't ride no more."

      "You look as though you might be good for several hundred years yet, if that's the case," laughed Dick. "Anyway, you sure showed me a few things. Say, that race made me pretty thirsty. Is there a water hole near here, Kid, or shall I use my canteen?"

      "Save it – I think I can find water for you. Guess the ponies could use a little too. Let's see now – 'pears to me there should be a water hole right over here to the left. You boys stay here while I go look. Be back in a jiffy."

      Leaving the four on the trail, Yellin' Kid rode swiftly away to the left. Water holes are few and far between in that section, and a cowboy who rides a country a great deal knows the location of every single one. Often that knowledge means the saving of a human life.

      The Kid had been gone ten minutes when Bud said:

      "Thought Yellin' Kid said he'd be right back? I guess he's all right though. He knows the country about here pretty well, doesn't he, Billee?"

      "Like the palm of his hand, Bud – like the palm of his hand! But maybe his pony broke his leg in a prairie dog hole – seein' as how it's a new pony, he might do that. Tell you – I'll just have a look. You fellows wait here for me."

      The three boys watched Billee ride off in the direction the Kid had taken. It was a deserted, lonesome place.

      Fifteen minutes later Billee rode back – alone.

      "The Kid show up yet?" he asked as he pulled up.

      "No – couldn't you find him?" Dick asked, a look of anxiety on his face.

      "Nope! Neither hide nor hair! Something sure must have happened. The Kid isn't one to go wanderin' off and get lost. I'm afraid he's in trouble, boys!"

      CHAPTER III

      A SUSPICIOUS VISITOR

      The three looked at each other in alarm.

      "Golly, I never thought anything could happen to the Kid," Bud said slowly. "He was brought up in this country, and always said he could find his way about blindfolded."

      "Perhaps the water hole was farther away than he thought," suggested Nort hopefully. "It's easy for any man to go astray on a matter of distance, you know."

      "Well, maybe – but I doubt it. What I think happened is that his pony stumbled into a hole and lamed hisself. Well – we'll have to go looking for him, that's all. Nort, you and Dick branch out here to the right. Bud, you take the left trail. I'll try straight ahead. Now remember your trails, boys – we don't want no more accidents to happen. We'll all meet here in one hour. If anything happens, fire three shots. Git along there!" And Billee Dobb, together with the rest set out to find Yellin' Kid who was so mysteriously and unaccountably lost.

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