BILLY TO THE RESCUE
IT WAS nearly ten o'clock the following morning when Barbara, sitting upon the veranda of the ranchhouse, saw her father approaching from the direction of the office.His face wore a troubled expression which the girl could not but note.
"What's the matter, Papa?" she asked, as he sank into a chair at her side.
"Your self-sacrifice of last evening was all to no avail," he replied."Bridge has been captured by Villistas.""What?" cried the girl."You can't mean it--how did you learn?""Grayson just had a phone message from Cuivaca," he explained."They only repaired the line yesterday since Pesita's men cut it last month.This was our first message.And do you know, Barbara, I can't help feeling sorry.I had hoped that he would get away.""So had I," said the girl.
Her father was eyeing her closely to note the effect of his announcement upon her; but he could see no greater concern reflected than that which he himself felt for a fellow-man and an American who was doomed to death at the hands of an alien race, far from his own land and his own people.
"Can nothing be done?" she asked.
"Absolutely," he replied with finality."I have talked it over with Grayson and he assures me that an attempt at intervention upon our part might tend to antagonize Villa, in which case we are all as good as lost.He is none too fond of us as it is, and Grayson believes, and not without reason, that he would welcome the slightest pretext for withdrawing the protection of his favor.Instantly he did that we should become the prey of every marauding band that infests the mountains.
Not only would Pesita swoop down upon us, but those companies of freebooters which acknowledge nominal loyalty to Villa would be about our ears in no time.No, dear, we may do nothing.The young man has made his bed, and now I am afraid that he will have to lie in it alone."For awhile the girl sat in silence, and presently her father arose and entered the house.Shortly after she followed him, reappearing soon in riding togs and walking rapidly to the corrals.Here she found an American cowboy busily engaged in whittling a stick as he sat upon an upturned cracker box and shot accurate streams of tobacco juice at a couple of industrious tumble bugs that had had the great impudence to roll their little ball of provender within the whittler's range.
"O Eddie!" she cried.
The man looked up, and was at once electrified into action.
He sprang to his feet and whipped off his sombrero.A broad smile illumined his freckled face.
"Yes, miss," he answered."What can I do for you?""Saddle a pony for me, Eddie," she explained."I want to take a little ride.""Sure!" he assured her cheerily."Have it ready in a jiffy,"and away he went, uncoiling his riata, toward the little group of saddle ponies which stood in the corral against necessity for instant use.
In a couple of minutes he came back leading one, which he tied to the corral bars.
"But I can't ride that horse," exclaimed the girl."He bucks.""Sure," said Eddie."I'm a-goin' to ride him.""Oh, are you going somewhere?" she asked.
"I'm goin' with you, miss," announced Eddie, sheepishly.
"But I didn't ask you, Eddie, and I don't want you--today," she urged.
"Sorry, miss," he threw back over his shoulder as he walked back to rope a second pony; "but them's orders.
You're not to be allowed to ride no place without a escort.
'Twouldn't be safe neither, miss," he almost pleaded, "an' Iwon't hinder you none.I'll ride behind far enough to be there ef I'm needed."Directly he came back with another pony, a sad-eyed, gentle-appearing little beast, and commenced saddling and bridling the two.
"Will you promise," she asked, after watching him in silence for a time, "that you will tell no one where I go or whom Isee?"
"Cross my heart hope to die," he assured her.
"All right, Eddie, then I'll let you come with me, and you can ride beside me, instead of behind."Across the flat they rode, following the windings of the river road, one mile, two, five, ten.Eddie had long since been wondering what the purpose of so steady a pace could be.
This was no pleasure ride which took the boss's daughter--"heifer," Eddie would have called her--ten miles up river at a hard trot.Eddie was worried, too.They had passed the danger line, and were well within the stamping ground of Pesita and his retainers.Here each little adobe dwelling, and they were scattered at intervals of a mile or more along the river, contained a rabid partisan of Pesita, or it contained no one--Pesita had seen to this latter condition personally.
At last the young lady drew rein before a squalid and dilapidated hut.Eddie gasped.It was Jose's, and Jose was a notorious scoundrel whom old age alone kept from the active pursuit of the only calling he ever had known--brigandage.
Why should the boss's daughter come to Jose? Jose was hand in glove with every cutthroat in Chihuahua, or at least within a radius of two hundred miles of his abode.
Barbara swung herself from the saddle, and handed her bridle reins to Eddie.
"Hold him, please," she said."I'll be gone but a moment.""You're not goin' in there to see old Jose alone?" gasped Eddie.
"Why not?" she asked."If you're afraid you can leave my horse and ride along home."Eddie colored to the roots of his sandy hair, and kept silent.The girl approached the doorway of the mean hovel and peered within.At one end sat a bent old man, smoking.
He looked up as Barbara's figure darkened the doorway.
"Jose!" said the girl.
The old man rose to his feet and came toward her.
"Eh? Senorita, eh?" he cackled.
"You are Jose?" she asked.
