The Border Boys with the Texas Rangers. Goldfrap John Henry

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      At this Captain Atkinson could not resist a smile. Shorty’s woebegone appearance assuredly bore testimony to the truth of Jack’s statement.

      As for the Rangers, some of them broke into an open guffaw of amusement.

      “You’re sure right, young chap,” agreed Captain Atkinson, “but right now I’d like to ask you who you and your two friends are. You don’t look as if you belonged about here.”

      “We don’t. My name is Jack Merrill, this is Walt Phelps and yonder is Ralph Stetson, a school chum and – ”

      “Waal, by the Lone Star! So you’re the kids I’m to take along, eh? Shake, boy, shake! I thought you were a lot of blithering tenderfeet, but you’re regular punchers. Put it there, Jack. I’m Captain Atkinson, your father’s friend, and – ”

      “I guessed as much,” smiled Jack, shaking hands with the grizzled leader of the Rangers who, in turn, almost wrung the lad’s fingers off. “It’s for the sake of your friendship, captain, that I ask you to give this man another chance.”

      “Boy, you’re a real sport. Shorty, apologize to this lad here and take your place in the ranks.”

      “I – I’m sorry,” muttered Shorty, hanging his head sullenly and forcing the words from unwilling lips.

      “That’s all right, Shorty,” said Jack heartily, “and I’m as sorry as you are. I didn’t mean to give you such a bump.”

      Shorty took the outstretched hand with limp fingers, barely touched it, and then, remounting his pony, which had been led up, rode off to the rear of his comrades. His face was contorted with humiliation and angry shame.

      “I hope you won’t judge the Rangers by that fellow,” said Captain Atkinson to Jack when Shorty had gone; “we may appear rough but our hearts are in the right place, as I hope we shall prove to you.”

      “I’m sure of it,” rejoined Jack heartily. “Are we going to camp far from the town?” he asked, by way of changing the subject.

      “Yes, in the outskirts, on the banks of the river. Alameda and his men are giving the Federal troops a hard tussle, and we want to be on the job if they try to cross.”

      “Then you won’t be in one place?”

      Captain Atkinson laughed.

      “No; we Rangers are supposed to be like the Irish bird that flew in two places at the same time,” he said.

      Then, in a more serious tone, he went on:

      “We have twenty–five miles of the Rio Grande to patrol and see that the life and property of Americans along the Border are protected. It is also our duty to keep the revolutionists or Federals from getting into American territory or receiving supplies.”

      “We had some experience in that line when we were in Northern Chihuahua,” responded Jack.

      “So I have heard. That is one reason I consented to have you along. Raw tenderfoots would be out of place on a job of this kind. But now we must be pushing on. I want to get into camp and map out my plan of campaign before night.”

      In a few minutes the column was reformed, and the Rangers, at an easy pace, were riding out of the town toward the river. The three boys rode together.

      “Well, Jack,” remarked Ralph Stetson, as soon as they found themselves alone, “you’ve made a nice mess of it.”

      “How’s that?” inquired Jack unsuspiciously.

      “Getting in a muss with that Ranger. From the look he gave you as he went away I could see he bore you no great affection.”

      “Well, I’m not going to lose any sleep over it,” declared Jack.

      “I should think not,” chimed in Walt Phelps, “you only did what you were compelled to do. My dad says, ‘Don’t go looking for trouble and always avoid it if you can; but if you have it forced on you, why then make the other fellow remember it.’”

      “Don’t worry about that Shorty not remembering it,” admonished Ralph seriously; “he’s not of the forgetting kind.”

      And Ralph was right – Shorty wasn’t, as we shall see before long.

      CHAPTER III.

      AN ATTEMPT AT “GETTING EVEN.”

      The Rangers, still overshadowed by that pall of yellow dust that seemed inseparable from them, and almost as much a part of themselves as their horses or accouterments, dashed gallantly out of the town and across the rather dreary expanse of mesquite and thorny cactus that lay between San Mercedes and the Rio Grande. On the brink of the stream, which at that point flowed between steep bluffs of a reddish hue, they drew rein.

      The boys peered curiously over the bluff on the edge of which they had halted. They saw a shallow, slowly flowing stream obstructed with sand bars and shallows. On its banks grew scanty patches of brush and dull–colored, stunted trees; but the scene was a dreary, almost melancholy one.

      “So this is the Rio Grande!” exclaimed Ralph, in a disappointed voice, “I always thought of it as a noble river dashing along between steep banks and – ”

      “Gracious, you talk like Sir Walter Scott,” grinned Jack; “the Rio Grande at this time of the year, so I’ve been told, is always like this.”

      “Why, it’s not much more than a mud puddle,” complained Walt Phelps.

      “I’m not so sure about that, young men,” put in Captain Atkinson, who had overheard their conversation, “at certain times in the early spring, or winter you’d call it back east, or when there is a cloud burst, the old Rio can be as angry as the best of them.”

      “What’s a cloud burst?” asked Ralph curiously. “I’ve read of them but I never knew just what they were.”

      “Well, for a scientific explanation you’ll have to ask somebody wiser than me,” laughed Captain Atkinson, “but for an everyday explanation, a cloud burst occurs when clouds, full of moisture, come in contact with mountain tops warmer than the clouds themselves. This causes the clouds to melt all at once – precipitation, I believe the weather sharps call it – and then if you are in this part of the country, look out for squalls along the river.”

      “But I don’t quite understand,” remarked Walt. “I guess I’m dense or something. I mean there are no mountains here.”

      “No; but up among the sources of the Rio there are,” explained the leader of the Rangers, “and a cloud burst even many hundred miles away means a sudden tidal wave along this part of the Rio.”

      “Well, it certainly looks as if it could stand quite a lot more water without being particularly dangerous,” commented Jack.

      At this point of the conversation Captain Atkinson gave a quick look around as the rumble of approaching wheels was heard.

      “Here comes the chuck–wagon, I guess,” he said; “you boys will have to excuse me while I ride off to tell them where to make a pitch.”

      “Yes; I suppose a chuck wagon naturally would make a pitch,” grinned Ralph, СКАЧАТЬ