Part 21 (1/2)

”What do you think that can be?” questioned Fred, coming to a halt, followed by the others.

”Horses,” suggested Hans.

”Sounds to me like cattle,” said d.i.c.k. ”But I don't see so much as a cow, do you?”

”Nothing whatever in sight,” said Tom.

As the noise continued, Sam's horse began to grow skittish and showed some inclination to bolt.

”Steady, there!” sang out the youngest Rover. ”None of that, now!”

and he did his best to hold the steed in check.

”Something is coming!” cried Tom a few seconds later. ”Something running pretty well, too!”

By instinct, all turned to the side of the trail, Sam taking a position between a clump of trees and a big rock. Swiftly the sound came closer, and then of a sudden a big and wild-looking steer broke into view, lumbering along the trail at his best speed.

”A steer!”

”Look out, fellows, he is wild and ugly!”

”He looks as if he meant to horn somebody!”

So the cries rang out, and all of the boys drew further to the side of the trail. As the steer came up, he paused and gazed at them in commingled wonder and anger.

”He is going to charge--” began Tom, when, with a fierce snort, the steer wheeled to one side and charged upon Sam and his horse at full speed!

CHAPTER XIII

JIM JONES, THE COWBOY

To some of the boys it looked as if Sam and his steed must surely be seriously injured, if not killed. The steer was large and powerful looking, and his horns were sharp enough to inflict serious damage.

”Back up, Sam!” screamed Tom.

Poor Sam could not back very well, and now his horse was thoroughly unmanageable. Closer came the steer, until his wicked looking horns were but a foot away.

At that critical moment a shot rang out, so close at hand that it made all of the boys jump. Realizing the dire peril, d.i.c.k had drawn the pistol he carried and fired at the steer. His aim was fair, and the beast was struck in the ribs.

”Good for you, d.i.c.k!” burst out poor Sam. ”Give him another,” he added, as he tried to quiet his horse and keep the steed from pitching him to the ground.

d.i.c.k was quite willing to take another shot, but to get into range was not so easy. Songbird's horse was between himself and the steer, and the latter was plunging around in a manner that was dangerous for the entire party.

But at last the eldest Rover saw his opportunity, and once more the pistol rang out on the summer air. The shot took the steer in the left ear and he gave a loud snort of pain and staggered as if about to fall.

”He is about done for!” cried Tom. ”I am glad of it.”

The steer continued to plunge around for fully two minutes and all took good care to keep out of his reach. Then he took a final plunge and fell over on his side, breathing heavily and rolling his eyes the while.

”I reckon I had better give him a final shot,” was d.i.c.k's comment, and, dismounting, he came forward and fired directly into the beast's eye. It was a finis.h.i.+ng move, and, with a convulsive shudder, the steer lay still, and the unexpected encounter came to an end.