CHAPTER XXI
THE DEADLY GAS
Long Gun's example and his fright were contagious, to a certain degree.Seeing him run, Bony and Sam turned also, for they thought the Indianheard or recognized some danger. Then, as the noise ceased, they stoppedin their progress toward the tent.
"What in the world do you suppose that was?" asked Sam.
"You've got me," was Bony's answer, while, in his excitement, he crackedhis knuckles on the double-quick. "What do you think it was, Jack?"
"Blessed if I know. It sounded like a big bird, or, maybe, a whole lotof them. But Long Gun wouldn't be frightened of some birds, even if theywere eagles."
"Let's ask him," suggested Nat.
They went into the tent, which was illuminated by a couple of lanterns,and found Long Gun groveling among his blankets.
"What was that, Long Gun?" asked Jack.
The Indian murmured something in his own tongue.
"Were they birds?" went on Jack. "What's the matter with you?"
"Long Gun 'fraid," was the reply. "No like sound in dark night. Long Gun'fraid."
"But what sound was it?" persisted Jack.
"Dunno. Great Spirit, mebby. Bad sound. Trouble come."
"That's all nonsense," said Jack, as he saw that his chums lookedworried. "It was probably the wind."
"But there isn't any wind," declared Nat. "It's as still as can be."
"Maybe there is a wind in the upper currents of air," suggested Jack."You must remember we're among the mountains, and the air is differenthere."
"It isn't different enough to make a noise like that," was Sam'sopinion.
"That's right," agreed Bony.
"Juthinkitwasacyclone?" asked Budge, all in one word.
"A cyclone?" repeated Jack. "They don't have cyclones in the mountains.No, I think it was birds."
"No birds," declared Long Gun suddenly. "Birds not got wings go thatway."
"That's right, it didn't sound like birds' wings," said Nat.
They discussed the mysterious happening for some time further, but couldarrive at no solution of it. Jack and Nat went out to look and listen,but they could see nothing, of course, and the night seemed very silent.As for Long Gun, he could not be induced to come outside the tent.
The boys passed rather an uneasy night, but fatigue finally made themsleep, in spite of their alarm, and they slumbered so soundly towardmorning that no one awoke to replenish the camp fire, which went out.
"Well, we're all here and alive, at any rate," remarked Jack as helooked around on coming out of the tent for a wash.
"Snapping sand-bars! but it's cold!" cried Nat, rubbing his benumbedfingers and threshing his arms about. "Hi! Long Gun, are you so afraidof the mysterious noise that you can't build a fire?"
"Hu!" grunted the Indian as he came from the tent, but he speedily had agenial blaze going, and breakfast in preparation.
"Well, now for some more hunting," said Jack when the camp had been putin order. "Nat and I want to get that ram we missed yesterday."
"And I want to land a big buck mule deer that I think I hit, but nothard enough," said Sam.
They started off, and were gone all day, sometimes hunting together,and, again, separating for a few miles. But they had no luck, thoughJack got an opportunity for a couple of fine shots, missing both ofthem. However, they did not much mind, as they had plenty of food incamp.
A day or so later, however, when Jack and Sam were out together, Jackgot the very chance he wanted. They were walking along a rocky ridge,and, coming to the edge of a deep ravine, were debating whether to crossit or travel back, as they had seen no signs of game, and it looked asif a storm was brewing.
"I guess we'll go back," Sam remarked. "There doesn't seem to beany----"
He looked around to see what Jack was doing, and beheld his chum down onone knee, aiming at something on a distant rock. Sam looked and saw,outlined in the clear light, a big ram. He did not speak, fearing todisconcert Jack's aim, and the next instant the rifle of his chumcracked.
The ram gave a convulsive leap into the air, turned partly around, andthen plunged over the rock, and went rolling down the steep side of themountain.
"You got him, Jack! You got him!" cried Sam.
"It looks so," admitted Jack with a smile of triumph.
"And he's a beaut!" went on Sam. "But how will we get him?"
"Oh, he's just where we want him," said Jack. "Come on down."
It was no easy task scrambling down the slope, at the bottom of whichthey had left their horses, but they managed it, and then rode to thespot where the ram had fallen. They found the body in the bushes, andSam saw that he had not misstated it when he called it a "beaut." Theram's head was graced with a fine pair of horns, which Jack at onceannounced he would take back East as a trophy.
"Put 'em in your room at Washington Hall," suggested Sam.
"Sure," replied his chum.
It was difficult to get the ram back to camp, but they managed it byconstructing a sort of litter from saplings, and having the horses pullit with ropes, dragging it along behind them. They found on theirarrival that the others had not yet reached camp, and sat down to waitfor them.
Presently Long Gun, Nat and Bony came in.
"Where's Budge?" asked Jack.
"Why, he went off shooting jack-rabbits," explained Nat. "He said he'dbe over near the river, down by the tall pine. He seems to like to popover those rabbits better than going after big game."
"I'll take a walk down there and tell him to come in to supper," saidJack. "Come on, Nat. I guess we had all the luck to-day, Sam."
This was true, for Long Gun and the others had not been able to shootanything.
As Jack and Nat advanced toward the river, which was about half a milefrom camp, Nat suddenly called out:
"What's that smell?"
"Whew! It isn't very nice," declared Jack as he took a long sniff. "Nowonder they used to call this place Stinking Water before they named itthe Shoshone."
"What makes it smell so?" asked Nat.
"Well, I understand there are springs around here, the water of which isimpregnated with sulphureted hydrogen."
"That's it. Sulphureted hydrogen! Humpty-doodle's hydrangeas! I thoughtit smelled like the chemical laboratory at Washington Hall. Is it theriver?"
"No, only some small springs, and some of them give off gases that killanimals. But there's the tree where Budge ought to be. I s'pose he'sasleep."
As they approached nearer the unpleasant odor became more pronounced.Then, as they topped a little mound, they looked down and saw theirfriend reclining on the ground near a dead cottonwood tree.
"Sure enough, he's asleep," remarked Jack. "Come on, we'll wake him up.Get close, and then we'll yell like wild Indians and scare him."
They crept softly closer to the outstretched Budge. He did not stir.Then they united their voices in a terrorizing yell.
But instead of Budge sitting up suddenly he remained in the sameposition, his gun by his side, and a couple of dead rabbits at his feet.
"That's queer," remarked Jack. "He's certainly sleeping sound."
He tiptoed up to his chum, and bending over looked closely at him. Hewas struck by the paleness of his face and the fact that Budge did notseem to breathe.
"Nat!" called Jack quickly, "he's dead! He's fallen asleep and beenkilled by those poisonous gases!"
Nat ran up. It did seem as if Budge was dead.
"We must carry him away from here," said Jack sadly.
"I--I begin to feel rather faint myself," said Nat as he sat down on theground.