The Boy Ranchers in Death Valley: or, Diamond X and the Poison Mystery
Willard Baker
Baker Willard F.
The Boy Ranchers in Death Valley; Or, Diamond X and the Poison Mystery
CHAPTER I
BAD NEWS
Excited shouts, mingled with laughter, floated on the sunlit anddust-laden air to the ranch house of Diamond X. Now and then, abovethe yells, could be heard the thudding of the feet of running horses onthe dry ground.
"What do you reckon those boys are doing, Ma?" asked Nell Merkel as shepaused in the act of laying the top crust on a raisin pie.
"Land knows," answered the girl's mother with half a sigh and half achuckle. "They're always up to something. And, now that your Pa isaway – "
Mrs. Merkel's remarks were interrupted by louder shouts from thecorral, and Nell heard cries of:
"Try it again, Bud!"
"You missed him clean, that time!"
"How'd you like that mouthful of dust?"
"Git up an' ride 'im, cowboy!"
Like an echo to these sarcastic exclamations, Nell heard the voice ofher brother Burton, commonly known as Bud, answer:
"I'll do it yet! Just you wait!"
"I wonder what Bud's trying to do?" murmured Nell.
"Oh, run along and look if you want to," suggested Mrs. Merkel, with akind regard for Nell's curiosity. "I'll finish the pie."
"Thanks!" And Nell, not even pausing to clap a hat over her curls, hastened out into the yard, across the stretch of grass that separatedthe main house from the other buildings of Diamond X and was soonapproaching the corral where were kept the cow ponies needed forimmediate use by the owner, his family or the various hands on the bigestate.
Nell saw several cowboys perched on the corral fence, some with theirlegs picturesquely wound around the posts, others astraddle of therails. Among them she sighted Dick and Nort Shannon, her two "city"cousins, who had come west to learn to be cowboys. And in passing itmay be said that their education was almost completed now.
"Why, I wonder where Bud is?" asked Nell, as she made her way to thefenced-in place.
A moment later she received an answer to her question, for her brotherarose from the dust of the corral and started for the fence. He seemedto have been rolling in the dirt.
"That's a queer way to have fun!" mused Nell.
Without making her presence known, she stood off a little way andwatched what was going on. She saw Bud mount the fence near where thetwo Shannon boys were sitting, though hardly able to maintain theirseats because of their laughter.
"Going to try it again, Bud?" asked Dick.
"Surest thing you know!" snapped back the boy rancher.
"Wait till I go in and get you a bit of fly paper!" suggested Nort.
"Fly paper! What for?" demanded Bud.
"So you can stick on!"
"Ho! Ho! That's pretty good!" shouted such a loud voice that Nellwould have covered her ears only she knew, from past experience, thatYellin' Kid did not keep up his strident tones long. But this time hewent on, like an announcer at a hog-calling contest, with: "Fly paper!Ho! Ho! So Bud can stick! That's pretty good!"
"Go ahead! Be nasty!" commented Bud good-naturedly as he climbed upthe top rail and perched himself there in standing position while helooked over the dusty corral that was now a conglomeration of restlesscow ponies. "But I'll do it yet!"
"I wonder what in the world Bud is trying to do?" asked Nell of herself.
She learned a moment later. For Bud, after balancing himself on thetop rail, looked across the corral to where Old Billee Dobb was holdinga restless pony, and the lad called:
"Turn him loose, Billee!"
"Here he comes! All a-lather!" shouted the veteran cow puncher, as heslapped his hat on the flank of the pony and sent it galloping aroundthe inside fence toward the waiting youth. "It's now or never, Bud!"
"It's going to be now!" shouted Nell's brother.
Fascinated, as any true girl of the west would be, by the spiritedscene, Nell saw Bud poise himself for a leap. Then she understood whatwas about to take place.
"He's going to jump from the top rail of the fence and try to land onthe back of the pony when it gallops past him!" murmured Nell."R