Ruth Fielding at Silver Ranch Part 2

"Oh, take me home! I never did want to go to a dairy farm. _I just abominate cows!_"

But the crowd could not laugh. Huddled together in the tonneau, it looked as though Old Trouble-Maker would certainly muss them up a whole lot! Jane Ann and her uncle hopped out on the other side and called the others to follow. At that moment, with a whoop and a drumming of hoofs, a calico cow pony came racing along the trail toward the stalled car. On the back of this flying pony was a lanky, dust-covered cowboy, swinging a lariat in approved fas.h.i.+on.

"Hold steady, boss!" yelled this apparition, and then let the coils of the rope whistle through the air. The hair line uncoiled like a writhing serpent and dropped over the wide-spread horns of Old Trouble-Maker.

Then the calico pony came to an abrupt halt, sliding along the ground with all four feet braced.

"Zip!" the noose tightened and the steer brought up with a suddenness that threatened to dislocate his neck. Down the beast fell, roaring a different tune. Old Trouble-Maker almost turned a somersault, while Jane Ann, dancing in delight, caught off her very modern and high-priced hat and swung it in the air.

"Hurrah for Bashful Ike!" she shouted. "He's the best little old boy with the rope that ever worked for the Silver outfit. Hurrah!"

CHAPTER III-IN WHICH THINGS HAPPEN

The cow puncher who had rescued them was a fine looking, bronzed fellow, with heavy sheepskin chaps on his legs, a s.h.i.+rt open at the throat, his sleeves rolled up displaying muscular arms, and twinkling eyes under the flapping brim of his great hat. While he "snubbed" the big steer to his knees again as the bellowing creature tried to rise, he looked down with a broad smile upon the sparkling face of the Western girl.

"Why, bless yo' heart, honey," he said, in a soft, Southern droll, "if you want me to, I'll jest natwcher'ly cinch my saddle on Old Trouble-Maker an' ride him home for yo'. It certainly is a cure for sore eyes to see you again."

"And I'm glad to see you, Ike. And these are all my friends. I'll introduce you and the boys to them proper at the ranch," cried the Western girl.

"Git that bellowin' critter away from yere, Ike," commanded Mr. Hicks.

"I 'low the next bunch that goes to the railroad will include that black and white abomination."

"Jest so, Boss," drawled his foreman. "I been figurin' Old Trouble-Maker better be in the can than on the hoof. He's made a plumb nuisance of himself. Yo' goin' on, Boss? Bud and Jimsey's got that bunch out o' the way of your smoke-waggin."

"We've got to s.h.i.+ft tires, Mr. Hicks," said Tom Cameron, who, with his chum, Bob Steele, was already jacking up the rear axle. "That steer ripped a long hole in this tire something awful."

Bashful Ike-who didn't seem at all bashful when it came to handling the big black and white steer-suddenly let that bellowing beast get upon his four feet. Then he swooped down upon the steer, gathering up the coils of his rope as he rode, twitched the noose off the wide horns, and leaning quickly from his saddle grabbed the "brush" of the steer's tail and gave that appendage a mighty twist.

Bellowing again, but for an entirely different reason, the steer started off after the bunch of cattle now disappearing in the dust-cloud, and the foreman spurred his calico pony after Old Trouble-Maker, yelling at the top of his voice at every jump of his pony:

"Ye-ow! ye-ow! ye-ow!"

"I declare I'm glad to see those cattle out of the way," said Helen Cameron, with a sigh.

"I believe you," returned Ruth, who was still beside her on the front seat. "I just didn't realize before that cattle on the range are a whole lot different from a herd of cows in an eastern pasture."

Tom and Bob got the new tire in place and pumped up, and then the automobile started again for the ranch house. Jane Ann was quite excited over her home-coming; anybody could see that with half an eye. She clung to her uncle's hand and looked at him now and again as though to a.s.sure the old fellow that she really was glad to be home.

And Bill Hicks himself began to "fill into the picture" now that he was back in Montana. The young folks had seen many men like him since leaving Denver.

"Why, he's just an old dear!" whispered Ruth to Helen, as the latter steered the car over the rough trail. "And just as kind and considerate as he can be. It's natural chivalry these Western men show to women, isn't it?"

"He's nice," agreed Helen. "But he never ought to have named his niece 'Jane Ann.' That was a mean trick to play on a defenseless baby."

"He's going to make it up to her now," chuckled Tom, who heard this, being on the front seat with the two chums. "I know the 'pinanner' has gone on ahead, as he promised Nita. And carpets and curtains, too. I reckon this ranch we're coming to is going to 'blossom like the rose.'"

When they came in sight of Silver Ranch, just before evening, the guests from the East were bound to express their appreciation of the beauty of its surroundings. It was a low, broad verandahed house, covering a good deal of ground, with cookhouses and other outbuildings in the rear, and a big corral for the stock, and bunkhouses for the men. It lay in a beautiful little valley-a "coulie," Jane Ann, or Nita, called it-with green, sloping sides to the saucer-like depression, and a pretty, winding stream breaking out of the hollow at one side.

"I should think it would be damp down there," said Madge Steele, to the ranchman. "Why didn't you build your house on a knoll?"

"Them sidehills sort o' break the winds, Miss," explained Mr. Hicks. "We sometimes git some wind out yere-yes, ma'am! You'd be surprised."

They rode down to the big house and found a wide-smiling Mexican woman waiting for them on the porch. Jane Ann greeted her as "Maria" and Hicks sent her back to the kitchen to hurry supper. But everybody about the place, even Maria's husband, the "horse wrangler," a sleek looking Mexican with rings in his ears and a broken nose, found a chance to welcome the returned runaway.

"My! it's great to be a female prodigal, isn't it?" demanded Heavy, poking Jane Ann with her forefinger. "Aren't you glad you ran away East?"

The Western girl took it good-naturedly. "I'm glad I came back, anyway,"

she acknowledged. "And I'm awfully glad Ruth and Helen and you-all could come with me."

"Well, we're here, and I'm delighted," cried Helen Cameron. "But I didn't really expect either Ruth or Mary c.o.x would come. Mary's got such trouble at home; and Ruth's uncle is just as cross as he can be."

Ruth heard that and shook her head, for all the girls were sitting on the wide veranda of the ranch-house after removing the traces of travel and getting into the comfortable "hack-about" frocks that Jane Ann had advised them to bring with them.

"Uncle Jabez is in great trouble, sure," Ruth said. "Losing money-and a whole lot of money, too, as he has-is a serious matter. Uncle Jabez could lose lots of things better than he can money, for he loves money so!"

"My gracious, Ruth," exclaimed Helen, with a sniff, "you'd find an excuse for a dog's running mad, I do believe! You are bound to see the best side of anybody."

"What you say isn't very clear," laughed her chum, good-humoredly; "but I guess I know what you mean, and thank you for the compliment. I only hope that uncle's investment in the Tintacker Mine will come out all right in the end."

Mary c.o.x, "The Fox," sat next to Ruth, and at this she turned to listen to the chums. Her sharp eyes sparkled and her face suddenly grew pale, as Ruth went on:

"I expect Uncle Jabez allowed me to come out here partly because that mine he invested in is supposed to be somewhere in this district."

"Oh!" said Helen. "A real mine?"

"That is what is puzzling Uncle Jabez, as I understand it," said Ruth soberly. "He isn't sure whether it is a _real_ mine, or not. You see, he is very close mouthed, as well as close in money matters. He never said much to me about it. But old Aunt Alvirah told me all she knew.

"You see, that young man came to the mill as an agent for a vacuum cleaner, and he talked Uncle Jabez into buying one for Aunt Alvirah.

Now, you must know he was pretty smart to talk money right out of Uncle's pocket for any such thing as that," and Ruth laughed; but she became grave in a moment, and continued:

"Not that he isn't as kind as he knows how to be to Aunt Alvirah; but the fact that the young man made his sale so quickly gave Uncle Jabez a very good opinion of his ability. So they got to talking, and the young man told uncle about the Tintacker Mine."

"Gold or silver?" asked Helen.

"Silver. The young fellow was very enthusiastic. He knew something about mines, and he had been out here to see this one. It had been the only legacy, so he said, that his father had left his family. He was the oldest, and the only boy, and his mother and the girls depended upon him. Their circ.u.mstances were cramped, and if he could not work this Tintacker Mine he did not know how he should support the family. There was money needed to develop the mine and-I am not sure-but I believe there was some other man had a share in it and must be bought out. At least, uncle furnished a large sum of money."

"And then?" demanded Helen Cameron.

"Why, then the young man came out this way. Aunt Alvirah said that Uncle Jabez got one letter from Denver and another from a place called b.u.t.te, Montana. Then nothing more came. Uncle's letters have been unanswered.

That's ever since some time last winter. You see, uncle hates to spend more money, I suppose. He maybe doesn't know how to have the mine searched for. But he told me that the young man said something about going to Bullhide, and I am going to try to find out if anybody knows anything about the Tintacker Mine the first time we drive over to town."

All this time Mary c.o.x had been deeply interested in what Ruth said. It was not often that The Fox paid much attention to Ruth Fielding, for she held a grudge against the girl of the Red Mill, and had, on several occasions, been very mean to Ruth. On the other hand, Ruth had twice aided in saving The Fox from drowning, and had the latter not been a very mean-spirited girl she would have been grateful to Ruth.

About the time that Ruth had completed her story of the Tintacker Mine and the utter disappearance of the young man who had interested her Uncle Jabez in that mysterious silver horde, Jane Ann called them all to supper. A long, low-ceiled, cool apartment was the dining-room at Silver Ranch. Through a long gallery the Mexican woman shuffled in with the hot viands from the kitchen. Two little dark-skinned boys helped her; they were Maria's children.

At supper Mr. Hicks took the head of the long table and Jane Ann did the honors at the other end. There were the Cameron twins, and Madge and Bob, and Jennie Stone and Mary c.o.x, beside Ruth Fielding herself. It was a merry party and they sat long over the meal; before they arose from the table, indeed, much shuffling and low voices and laughter, together with tobacco smoke, announced the presence of some of the cowboys outside.