Part 20 (2/2)

”Ye see, boys,” began Burch, ”us Texans air pizen ag'in greasers, 'specially since Armijo treated McLeod's boys wuss nor dogs. So a pa.s.sel o' us got together this spring an' come up hyar ter git in a crack they wouldn't fergit. Me an' Buck, hyar, was with th' first crowd, under Warfield, an' we larned 'em a lesson up on th' Mora. Thar warn't more'n a score of us, an' we raided that village, nigh under th' nose o' Santer Fe, killed some o' th' greasers, didn't lose a man, an' run off every hoss they had, ter keep 'em from follerin' us. But we got careless an'

one night th' danged greasers an' settlement Injuns come up ter us an'

stampeded all thar own hosses an' ourn, too, an' didn't give us a lick at 'em. That put us afoot with all our stuff. Thar warn't nothin' we could do, then, but burn our saddles an' what we couldn't carry, an'

hoof it straight fer Bent's. We was on U.S. soil thar, so Warfield disbanded us an' turned us loose; but we knowed whar ter go, an' we went.

”Colonel Snively war ter be at a sartin place on th' Arkansas, an' he war thar. We jined up with him an' went along this hyar trail, larnin'

that Armijo war a-lookin' fer us somewhar on it. h.e.l.l! He warn't a-lookin' fer us: he had a powerful advance guard out feelin' th' way, but _he_ warn't with it. We come up ter that party and cleaned it up, n.o.body on our side gittin' more'n a scratch. But we couldn't git no news about th' caravan that war due ter come along 'most any day, an' some o'

th' boys got discouraged an' went home. Th' rest o' us went back ter th'

Arkansas, campin' half a day's ride below th' Caches, whar we could keep our eyes on th' old crossin' an' th' main trail at th' same time. An' we hadn't been thar very long afore 'long comes th' caravan, full o'

greasers. But, h.e.l.l: it war guarded by a couple hundred dragoons under yer Captain Cook which kept us from hittin' it till it got acrost th'

river an' past th' sand-hills, whar U.S. troops da.s.sn't go, seein' it's Texas soil.

”Everythin' would 'a' been all right if Snively hadn't got polite an'

went over ter visit Cook. They had a red-hot palaver, Cook sayin' he warn't goin' ter escort a caravan till it was plumb inter danger an'

then stand by an' let it go on ter git wiped out. Snively told him we warn't aimin' ter wipe it out, but only ter get th' greasers with it.

They had it powerful hard, I heard, an' Cook up an' says he's goin' ter take our guns away from us if it cost him every man he had. Danged if he didn't do it, too!”

Flint was laughing heartily and broke in. ”Wonder what he thought o' our weapons?” he exulted. ”Not one o' 'em that he got from _our_ bunch war worth a dang.”

Burch grinned in turn. ”Ye see, we had took th' guns belongin' ter Armijo's scoutin' party, an' when Cook took up his collection, a lot o'

th' boys, hidin' thar own good weapons, sorrerfully hands over th'

danged _escopetas_ an' blunderbusses an' bows an' arrers o' th'

greasers. However, he disarmed us an' kept us thar till th' caravan got such a big start thar warn't no earthly use o' goin' after it, thar not bein' more'n sixty or seventy o' us that had good weapons. Some o' th'

boys struck out fer home, an' a couple o' score went with th' dragoons back ter Missouri. Us that war left, about as many as went home, made Warfield captain ag'in an' went after th' danged caravan, anyhow. We follered it near ter Point o' Rocks before we gave it up. n.o.body reckoned thar war two caravans on th' trail this year, so Warfield an'

most o' th' boys went back ter Texas; but thar's considerable few o' us roamin' 'round up hyar, dodgin' th' Comanches on a gamble o' gittin' in a crack at some o' Armijo's sojers that might come scoutin' 'round ter see if we has all went back. Anyhow, bein' so fur from home, an'

hankerin' fer a little huntin', we figgered that we might stay up hyar till fall, or mebby all winter if we hung out at Bent's.”

”We made a big mistake, though,” confessed Flint. ”Ye see, a greaser must 'a' got away from that fight an' took th' news ter Armijo. When we pa.s.sed Cold Spring, follerin' th' caravan, we come on his camp, an' it war plumb covered with ridin' gear an' belongin's that none o' his brave army had time ter collect proper. Some o' us that had ter burn our saddles war ridin' bareback, but we got saddles thar. He must 'a' lit out _p.r.o.nto_ when he larned Texans war a-rampagin' along th' trail. From th' signs he didn't even wait fer th' caravan he war goin' ter protect, but jest went a-kiyotin' fer home.”

”He knew th' difference between starved an' betrayed Texans, an' Texans that war fixed ter fight,” growled Tom. ”Go on: what was th' mistake?”

”Wall, Warfield said that if we had made that vanguard surrender peaceful, which they would 'a' done, we could 'a' captured every man, kept th' news from Armijo, an' larned jest whar ter find him. He would 'a' been waitin' fer his scoutin' party, an' some mornin' about daylight he would 'a' found a scoutin' party--from Texas, an' mad an' mean as rattlers. It don't allus pay ter let yer tempers git th' best o' ye, an'

make ye jump afore ye look. We'd 'a' ruther got Armijo than th' whole cussed advance guard, an' th' rest o' his army, too.”

”With Salezar,” muttered Tom.

Burch jumped. ”Aye!” he snarled. ”With Salezar! Fer them two I'd 'a'

been in favor o' lettin' all th' rest go!”

”What you boys goin' ter do now?” asked Hank.

”Fool 'round up hyar, dodgin' war-parties that air too big ter lick,”

answered Flint. ”We been scoutin' up th' river, an' our friends air on a scout back in th' hills, tryin' ter locate th' nearest Comanche village.

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