The Pony Rider Boys with the Texas Rangers | Page 8

hour. If not we shall go after
you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir, I will try to get back on time. If something should occur to
keep us longer than that please don't worry. You know we might not be
able to get away. If we get into trouble I will signal by firing three shots
into the air. Are you ready, Ned?"
"Yes. Do we take our arms?"
"Better leave the rifles here. We don't want to be bothered with them.
We'll take our revolvers. That will be sufficient."

"Now, Tad, be prudent," begged the professor. "I know you have a
level head or I should not permit you to get out of my sight under the
circumstances."
"We will be prudent, sir. Come on, Ned; we mustn't waste a moment
now. If we are seen to leave the camp we'll fail."
For answer Ned swung himself into his saddle, after first having taken
the rifle from the saddle boot and fastened it to one of the packs.
"Don't pitch the tent yet. We must be in marching order," directed
Butler, after leaping into his saddle. "And don't worry about us, for
we'll be all right."
Nodding to Ned Tad started off at a fast gallop. But despite Tad's
cheerfulness he realized that he had taken upon himself a serious piece
of work, one that might be the death of both. Still, he was nothing
daunted. He was determined to go to the bottom of the mystery,
whatever the cost might be to himself.
Tad knew also that he could depend upon Ned Rector, for Ned was
brave and resourceful, a boy who would keep his head in an
emergency.
They made the trip to the mountains without incident. There Tad pulled
up for a conference.
"Now tell me what your plan is?" said Ned.
"First we will ride on a little further along the base here. I see a place
where I think we can hide our ponies. I don't want to go back to the
point where we first started to make camp. That is the place where our
enemy will be looking for us first. But when he gets there we'll be
somewhere in the vicinity."
Ned wheeled his pony without further comment and followed Tad at a
slow trot along the base of the foothills. The boys were engaged on a
more desperate mission than they knew.

CHAPTER III
IN A BAD MAN'S POWER
Having secreted their ponies in a dense growth of scrub oak, Tad laid
out his plan as follows:
"You, Ned, will go straight in from here until you've got about a quarter
of a mile directly inland. When you have done so turn due west. I don't
think you can lose your way for you can see out every little while and
thus get your bearings."
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the point where we first decided to make camp. I shall have
easier going than you will, but I shall be in more risk."
"What's the rest?" asked Ned with a short laugh.
"It is my idea to close in on the right fork of the stream there in the
foothills. I'll come up from the west and you from the east. In that way
we shall close in, you see, covering roughly the greater part of the
territory."
"Then you think we shall find our man there?"
"I am sure he will get there eventually, provided he has not seen our
movements out there. He will go to the stream and from there he will
quickly locate our camp. Understand?"
"As far as it goes, yes. But what are we going to do if we find him?"
"Watch him. Find out what he is up to, then from that on be guided by
circumstances. But whatever you do, Ned, don't use your revolver
unless it be to save your own life."
"No, I'm not aching to shoot any one. Do you know, Tad, I'm thinking
you and I are biting off a bigger mouthful than we will know how to

chew?"
"We will manage it somehow."
"What do you think this fellow is trying to do?"
"It looked very much as if he were trying to kill us," smiled Tad.
"It did. But what for?"
"I have an idea the professor was right when he said the fellow mistook
us for some other party."
"And he's likely to do it again, if that's the case."
"He may have already discovered his mistake, Ned. You observe he
hasn't fired a shot since?"
Rector nodded thoughtfully.
"Well, we must be on the move. We don't want to be caught out here
after dark, you know, Ned. Remember, the right fork, where it enters
the hills, is the point we have agreed upon meeting.