Part 7 (1/2)

”Get a shovel and dig here!” he ordered Juan. But the Mexican had fallen into a deep slumber from which it took not a little effort to awaken him. When he was finally roused and made to understand what was required of him, he set to work with a will, however, and made the dirt fly.

The boys pitched in, too, and before long quite a deep hole had been excavated. The girls, peeping cautiously over its edge, gave a delighted cry. Actual water was beginning to drain into it from the side. True, it was not of the color or temperature they had been used to a.s.sociating with the fluid, but still the sight of it was welcome enough to the travel-stained wayfarers.

”You can come out now, boys, and leave the hole to fill up, which it will soon do,” declared Mr. Bell.

The interval of waiting for the water to flow in a goodly quant.i.ty was spent in adjusting the girls' tent, and in setting the camp to rights generally. A sort of blue-colored bunch gra.s.s grew in considerable quant.i.ties about the water hole, and this the burros seemed to find quite palatable. The ponies and horses, however, would not touch it, and had to be regaled on the pressed hay and grain which were carried for the purpose.

In the midst of all this there came a sudden sharp cry from the water hole, followed by a loud splash.

”It's old Mr. Bell! He's fallen into the water hole!” shrilled Peggy.

”Head over heels, too. Hurry and we'll get him out,” cried the boys.

Roy seized up a lariat, and followed by the others started for the hole. It was as they had guessed. Venturing too close to the brink of the excavation, old Mr. Bell had slipped, and the former hermit was floundering about like a grampus in the water when his rescuers appeared. Luckily, it was not deep, and they soon had him out of it and on his feet. The old man, with great good nature, declared that he had rather enjoyed his involuntary bath than otherwise. He was so mud-stained and drenched, however, that it was necessary for him to make an immediate change of clothes. When he emerged from his tent with dry apparel, the aged recluse felt moved to compose a verse, which he did as follows:

”Within the mud hole's watery depths, A grave I almost met, But luckily I was pulled out Alive, but very wet.”

”Well, Peter,” laughed his brother, ”you certainly are a poetic philosopher. But now, if you are quite finished with the water hole, we will draw some for our own use, and then Juan can let the stock have a drink.”

As the first bucket for camp use was drawn, Peggy hastened up with a cup and extended it.

”Oh, do let me have a drink,” she exclaimed; ”I'm dying with thirst and can't wait for tea.”

”Same here,” cried Jess, eagerly.

Mr. Bell smiled and eyed them quizzically.

”I wouldn't advise you young ladies to try it till it has been boiled,” he said, ”but of course if you insist--”

”We do,” cried both girls.

”Fill the cups, Juan,” ordered Mr. Bell.

The guide did so, and Peggy and Jess eagerly raised the receptacles.

But hardly had they taken a swallow before they hurriedly ceased drinking.

”Oh, what awful stuff!” sputtered Peggy, while Jess simply gasped.

”Bah! It tastes like aged eggs added Roy, who had also taken a swallow. ”Is it poisonous?”

”Not a bit of it,” laughed Mr. Bell; ”it is simply alkali water, and when you have drunk as much of it as I have you'll be used to it and not mind it. But I must admit that on first introduction it is rather trying. It is better when it is boiled, though. It seems to lose that acrid flavor.”

And so it proved; and Miss Prescott declared that she had never enjoyed a cup of tea so much as the one she drank that evening at supper on the desert. As dusk fell, Juan produced a battered guitar from a case which was strapped to the back of his saddle, and seating himself cross-legged in the midst of a semi-circle of enthusiastic listeners he banged out a lot of Spanish airs.

Then Jimsy danced a jig with incomparable agility and Roy did some tricks with cards and handkerchiefs that were declared superior to anything heretofore seen. But the little entertainment was to come to an abrupt conclusion. So engrossed had they been in its progress that they had not noticed that the sky had clouded over, and that it had suddenly grown insufferably oppressive.

All at once a red glare enveloped the camp. It lasted only for the fraction of a second, but in its brief existence it displayed some very white and alarmed faces.