Part 20 (1/2)

”Oh, how terrible!” exclaimed Ruth with a s.h.i.+ver.

”They ain't got no right to come off their reservation,” went on the cowboy; ”but they do it all the same. You see this place is pretty well out of the way, and by the time we could get troops here to drive 'em back, they'd probably be gone of their own accord, anyhow. So we sort of let 'em alone. They don't bother us, and we don't bother them. Just keep away from that hill, that's all, for it's so high you can't see the top of it unless you climb up, and there's no tellin' when the Indians come and go.”

”I should like to see some of those rites, just the same,” declared Alice.

”Oh, but you won't go there; will you?” begged Ruth. ”Promise me you won't, my dear. Daddy, make her!”

”I won't go _alone_, I promise you that,” laughed Alice.

”Of course with a party it might be all right,” a.s.sented Baldy, ”but even then the Indians act rather hostile.”

”Mr. Pertell will be sure to want some moving pictures of the Indians, if he hears about them,” said Mr. DeVere. ”Better not tell him, or he might run into danger--or send Russ.”

”Then we won't say a thing about it!” exclaimed Ruth, with such sudden energy that Alice laughed.

”Oh, no, we mustn't endanger _Russ_!” she said, mockingly.

”Alice!” exclaimed Ruth, with gentle dignity, her face the while being suffused with a burning blush. ”I meant I didn't want _anyone_ to run into danger.”

”I understand, my dear. Oh, but isn't that sunset gorgeous?--to change the subject,” and she laughed at the serious expression on Ruth's face.

The scene was indeed beautiful. The _mesa_ seemed to be suffused by a purple glow, while, farther off, the foothills, from which it was separated by a level expanse, were in a golden haze. The _mesa_ stood up boldly, almost like some giant toadstool, save that the stem was thicker. There was an overhang to the top, or table part, though, that carried out the resemblance.

”I should think that would be difficult of access,” observed Mr. DeVere.

”There's an easy way up on the other side,” returned Baldy. ”The Indians always use that side. It's a narrow path to the top.”

The cowboys, their work over for the day, were indulging in some of their pastimes--rough riding, feats in throwing the lariat, jumping, wrestling and the like.

”Don't you want to go with them?” asked Alice of their escort.

”No, Miss, I--I'd rather be with you,” Baldy replied, simply, but he blushed even under his coat of tan.

”Now who's to blame?” asked Ruth in a low voice of her sister, as she regarded her with a quizzical smile.

”I can't help it if he likes me,” murmured the younger girl.

In fact both Ruth and Alice were favorites with all the cowboys, who were always willing to perform any little service for them. The other members of the moving picture company, too, were well liked; but Ruth and Alice seemed to come first. Perhaps it was because they were both so natural and girlish, and took such an interest in the life and doings at Rocky Ranch.

Ruth and Alice were fast becoming adepts in the saddle. The other members of the company, too, soon felt more at home on the back of a horse, and Mr. Pertell allowed them to rehea.r.s.e in the scenes where mounted action was necessary.

Mr. Bunn had one rather unlucky experience on a horse, and for some time after that he refused to mount a steed, even going to the length of threatening to resign if compelled to.

The ”old school” actor was rather supercilious in his manner, and this was resented by some of the cowboys, who thought him ”stuck up.” They therefore planned a little joke on him. At least, it was a joke to them.

The horse Mr. Bunn had learned to ride was a steady-going beast that had outlived its frisky days, and plodded along just the pace that suited the actor. But there was, among the ranch animals, a ”bucking bronco,”

who looked so much like Mr. Bunn's horse that even some of the cowboys had difficulty in telling them apart.

A bucking bronco, it might be explained, is a steed who by nature or training uses every means in its power to unseat its rider. The bucking consists in the horse leaping into the air, with all four feet off the ground, and coming down stiff-legged, jarring to a considerable degree the person in the saddle.

One day, just for a ”joke,” the bucking bronco was brought out for Mr.