CHAPTER XII
FORWARD AGAIN
Time was when the mention of Del Pinzo's name would have brought fortha yell of anger from the cowboys of Diamond X ranch. He was an enemyat once to be feared and loathed, for he did not fight fair, and he wasof the detested, half-breed Mexican type.
But now, when the cry of Dick apprised the others of the presence ofthis ruthless cattle rustler, thief and all-around bad man, there wasno answering shout. One reason for this was that caution wasnecessary, so that the presence of the skirmishing party be notdisclosed, and another was that the information that it was Del Pinzo,and presumably his gang who had ambushed our friends, came as a greatsurprise.
"Del Pinzo?" half gasped Snake Purdee as he ran to Dick's side.
"Yes, there he is! See!"
The boy rancher pointed to a figure standing near a stunted bush.
There was no doubt about it--Del Pinzo it was, and at his usualbusiness, firing on some one, for he had a rifle raised, in the act oftaking aim.
"I'll spoil one shot for him, anyhow," announced Snake.
He whipped out his .45, there was a sharp crack, and the gun of theMexican half breed dropped to the ground, discharging as it fell, butharmlessly. And then the outlaw, with a yell of rage, gripped hisright hand in his left. For Snake had fired at the man's triggermember, thus disabling him for the time.
And, as he turned, and beheld who had thus "winged" him, Del Pinzo gaveanother cry--as filled with surprise as had been the exclamation ofDick on beholding the Mexican renegade who, it was supposed, was safelylocked up in penalty for many crimes.
"That your bunch down there?" called Del Pinzo to Snake, and he wavedhis uninjured hand toward the camp amid the rocks.
"You said something, Del Pinzo," grimly answered the cowboy. "What youall up to now? Be careful--I have you covered!" he warned. "And ifyour men want to bask in the sweet sunshine of your presence from nowon, tell 'em to chuck down their guns. Also, up with your hands!"
There was a stinging menace in the tones that Del Pinzo knew wellenough to obey. His hands, one dripping blood, were raised over hishead, and he called something in Spanish to his followers, as yetunseen by the boy ranchers and their friends.
Instantly the scattered firing on the part of the outlaws ceased, and,catching this air of silence, Yellin' Kid gave an order that silencedhis guns.
"Now, what's the game?" demanded Snake, holding the whip hand as itwere. "What do you mean by firing on us?"
"I did not know it was you," declared the half breed. "We set out tolook for the Yaquis--"
"The Yaquis?" interrupted Snake.
"Sure! They have risen, it is said, and I and my men are on theirtrail!"
This was news indeed--another surprise, in fact. That Del Pinzo wasspeaking the truth could scarcely be believed. In the first place thiswas almost an unknown accomplishment with him, and in the second placethe Yaquis were of his own kind--reckless outlaws who would stop atnothing to get booty, either in cattle or money. It was more likelythat Del Pinzo and his gang were seeking an opportunity to join forceswith the band of up-rising Yaquis.
"Oh, you're after the Yaquis; are you!" asked Snake.
"Sure, senor Purdee!" Del Pinzo spoke fairly good English, and he couldbe polite when it suited him. "We saw that some one was encamped inthe rocks, and I took them for the Yaquis. So we opened fire--it iswith sadness that I know now it was your friends whom I shot at."
"Um! Maybe so--maybe not," grimly retorted the cowboy. "Anyhow it'sus, and it seems to be you. I thought you were somewhere else," headded referring to the fact that Del Pinzo had been arrested. It wasnot the first time the half breed had been in the toils of the law,following cattle raids on Diamond X or other ranches.
In the previous books of this series I have related some of Del Pinzo'soutrages. He was concerned in the water fight that so nearly endeddisastrously for Bud and his cousins.
"Oh, I get out!" said Del Pinzo, easily, and with a shrug of hisshoulders which might mean that coming forth from a jail was nothing inhis life.
"So I see," observed Snake with a grin. "By hook or crook, I reckon.Well, I don't know as we have anything against you and your bunch justat present. If you're after the Yaquis you're on the same errand asus. But, if you'll excuse me sayin' so, I'd rather travel my own road."
This was a delicate hint to which Del Pinzo was not oblivious.
"Surely, senor," he answered, grinning. "You go your way and I gomine. Only let the fighting cease. As you say--there is nothingagainst me--now."
"Which isn't saying that there won't be, or hasn't been," spoke Snake."File out your men--without guns, you understand!" he snapped. "Andthen you can hit your own trail. Looks like there'd been a mistake allround. We thought you the Yaquis."
"Oh, Senor Purdee!" There was false injury in the tones.
"And I'm not so sure but what it will turn out that way in the end,"added the cowboy grimly. "However, we'll give the benefit of the doubtfor the time being. File out!"
Del Pinzo gave an order, and his band of disreputable half breeds likehimself, including several Indians, though not of the Yaquis tribe,marched out, hands above their heads, while Snake and his men, the boyranchers in the van, watched.
"Is that all?" asked Snake, when the outlaws stood in a row amid therocks. He was taking no chances on leaving a hidden, lurking foe tofire behind their backs.
"All, Senor Purdee. Shall we go?"
"When I tell you to, yes. Now, Del Pinzo, you know I don't trust you,and there's no use soft soaping the situation. I wouldn't trust youwith a Mexican dollar. So here's what you've got to do.
"March over there," and he indicated a bunch of scrub about half a mileaway. "Stay there until we get breakfast and are on our way. Whenwe're far enough off I'll fire a shot, and that'll mean you can comeover here again, get your horses and guns, and take after the Yaquis,if it suits you."
"We want to drive the Indians back," declared Del Pinzo.
"Yes, I reckon they're picking on your preserves, that's the reason,"said Snake. "Well, this is a free country. As long as you're out ofjail--though how you beat it I can't guess--you can do as you please, Is'pose--as long as it doesn't interfere with us.
"So hit any trail you like as long as it isn't ours. Nowremember--don't make a break for your horses and guns until I fire ashot."
"So be it, Senor. And one thing more?"
"What is it?"
"May I put down my hands? I am wounded--"
"Oh, put 'em down? I didn't more than graze you to keep you fromshooting one of our men. Put 'em down!"
With a sigh of relief the outlaw lowered his hands, an example followedby his men, all of whom were unarmed. They marched behind their leaderto the place designated, and for the first time Snake breathed easily.
"How do you reckon he got here?" asked Bud, when hurried preparationswere under way for breakfast.
"Give it up," answered Snake, who had sent some men to collect the gunsand horses of the Del Pinzo gang.
"He may have bribed his way out of jail, or have broken out, and we'llhave to let that go until later. He may really be trying to drive backthe Yaquis, for fear they'll steal things that he has an eye tohimself. Or he may be lying--I think most likely the last. Anyhow hehappened to strike this place the same time as we did, and eitherknowing who we were, or not knowing, and that part has me guessing, hetried to pick us off. However we'll give him the slip this time."
"I don't see how, if you leave him his horses and guns," put in Yellin'Kid.
"Well, he and his men can't do much riding on horses without saddlesand bridles," said Snake, "and as for the guns--well, I'll leave themfor him at the first ranch I come to."
"You mean you're going to take his guns with you?" asked Bud.
"Surest thing you ever said, son. Think I'd trust him with anyshooting irons behind me. And we'll just strip his horses, too. Wecan pack along his saddles and bridl
es. If they want to ride bare backthat's up to them."
And this was the plan followed. There were several pack animals in theoutfit from the Diamond X, and on these the saddles and bridles fromthe outlaws' horses were packed. Then the guns were collected from theambush, and taken along when the start was made after breakfast.
"Hit the trail!" cried Snake, when preparations were complete.
Off in the distance, hungrily waiting for the signal that would letthem return, stood Del Pinzo and his gang. Their food was notdisturbed. They had the means for making breakfast.
Off rode Snake and his followers. At a distance of little more thanhalf a mile from the scene of the fighting, on a rising hill, thecowboy stopped.
"Here's where we let 'em go back and eat," he said grimly.
He raised his gun and fired a shot. Instantly the gang, with Del Pinzoin the lead, rushed for the place where their property had been left.
"We spiked their guns, I think," chuckled Bud, as he rode beside hiscousins.
"I guess yes!" laughed Nort.
Forward they rode once more--on the trail of the Yaquis. As theydipped down into a little valley there came to their ears faint yellsof rage.
"They've found their saddles gone!" said Nort.
Again came a shout.
"They've missed their bridles!" said Dick.
A louder yell!
"No guns!" shouted Bud. "Oh, this is one time we put it all over DelPinzo!"
Forward rode the outfit from Diamond X.