Grace Harlowe's Overland Riders in the High Sierras

by Josephine Chase

  CHAPTER XVI

  GOING TO BED IN THE CLOUDS

  "Oh, Hippy, you have done it this time!" cried Nora.

  "Keep quiet! Don't frighten her!" cried Grace, snatching the lariat fromher saddle and handing it to Hippy. "Slip the loop over one of her hindlegs, but for goodness sake do not make any sudden moves."

  "Wait! I'll get a derrick," shouted Stacy.

  "Keep quiet!" commanded Tom sternly, at the same time taking a rope fromthe pommel of his own saddle and hurrying to Lieutenant Wingate'sassistance. While Grace, was patting the head of the fallen animal,trying to soothe her, Tom slipped the rope over her neck, Hippy havingdropped the loop over one hind foot.

  "Oh, Tom, you surely will choke Kitty to death if you pull on the neckrope," warned Grace.

  "Serve her right if I did," growled Tom. "She is a perpetual nuisance.What next, Lieutenant?"

  "We must haul her up, that's all. Keep your rope taut, but don't put toomuch strength on it," directed Hippy, as he began to pull on the ropeabout the white mare's hind leg. He failed to budge her.

  "It is the pack," said Elfreda. "Don't you see that Kitty's pack ispressing right against the rocks?"

  "That's right," agreed Tom Gray. "We must unload the beast before we cando a thing with her. Confound her!"

  "Now, Tom," admonished Grace Harlowe.

  "Stacy! Get that pack off and be careful about it too," orderedLieutenant Wingate.

  Stacy could not manage the pack alone, so Grace and Elfreda assisted himin removing it. This undertaking, perilous as it was, was accomplishedafter more than two hours had been lost through Kitty's clumsiness. Itwas then discovered that the white mare had gone lame, but Hippy foundthat she had suffered nothing more serious than a bruised hip.

  "We must be on our way," he urged.

  "As it is, we shall not get across this ridge before dark," declaredElfreda, glancing at the lowering sun.

  "Oh, don't say that," begged Nora. "We must."

  Tom Gray shook his head.

  "To make haste would be dangerous," he warned.

  As soon as the white mare was again in proper shape the party startedahead, determined to get as far on their way as possible before night,but darkness was settling over the canyons on either side of them whenLieutenant Wingate finally called a halt.

  "We must make camp while we can see to do so," he directed.

  "What, here?" cried Emma.

  "It is the best we have," answered Lieutenant Wingate in a doubtfultone.

  The trail had been steadily narrowing as they proceeded, and ahead ofthem it appeared to be almost impassable, at least for horses. It wasdecided to stake the ponies down in single file, which the three menfinally succeeded in doing to their satisfaction. It was not an idealtethering place, but most of the animals were used to sleeping inticklish places, and, in fact, if necessary could sleep standing up.

  Packs were removed and stored in safe places, but Woo, who had been sentout to locate a spring, returned with the information that he could findnone. This, however, did not disturb the Overlanders, for their bottlesheld sufficient water for supper and breakfast, provided they wereeconomical in its use, so a small cook-fire was built, and in a fewmoments the kettle was singing merrily and the odors of coffee andvenison were in the air, to the accompaniment of Woo Smith's "Hi-lee,hi-lo." It was an unusual supper for the Overland Riders, sitting therewith their food served on an army blanket laid on the ground, with emptyspace and sombre canyons on either side of them now filled with inkyblackness.

  While they were eating, Woo gathered stems of bushes and piled themready for making a larger fire to light up the camp after supper.

  "I should like to know where we are going to sleep," reminded Nora asthey finished the meal.

  Tom said he would make up their beds very shortly, whereat theOverlanders laughed, but with not much mirth in their voices.

  "If you don't make haste you won't be able to find beds to make up,"averred Emma. "Don't you see the fog rolling in? We shall soon beenveloped in it."

  "Fog!" Hippy laughed heartily. "Why, child, that isn't fog--it isclouds. We are above them, but I think they will rise and take us in.When it gets a little darker here, you will see a sight that willinterest you."

  Hippy's prediction was fulfilled. The moon rose full at about nineo'clock that evening, and exclamations of wonder were uttered by thegirls of the party, as its beams lighted up the slowly moving cloudsthat now had risen almost level with the top of the ridge itself. Hereand there sharp peaks thrust themselves through the cloud seas, whichwere dark and menacing to the eyes of the observers.

  "How beautiful," murmured Elfreda Briggs.

  "It is indeed," breathed Grace. "The scene reminds me of the one that welooked down upon when we were riding the Old Apache Trail, except thatthis is infinitely more beautiful. Hippy, does not this remind you ofFrance, when you were flying above the clouds?"

  "In a way, yes. Many is the time that I have gone to sleep on a cloudfor a few seconds. Tom, what is our altitude here?" he asked, turning tohis companion.

  "According to my aneroid, about eight thousand feet."

  "We are surely getting up in the world," chuckled Emma.

  "Don't congratulate yourself too soon, Miss Dean. We may be going theother way before morning," reminded Stacy Brown. "What about starting aconflagration, Captain Gray?"

  "Woo, stir up the campfire and let's have some light and warmth,"directed Tom.

  "Oh, it is too bad to destroy this wonderful view. If you build a firewe shan't be able to see the full cloud effect," protested Grace.

  "You will," answered Hippy. "We soon shall be enveloped in clouds, andwe are going to feel the cold, too."

  There was a biting chill in the air already and, to the amazement of thecampers, mosquitoes were numerous and very active.

  Tom, after a survey of their surroundings, said he would make up thebeds, and called to Woo to bring the pick-axe.

  "Make up the beds with a pick?" exclaimed Emma.

  "Yes. By the way, where do we sleep tonight?" asked Miss Briggs in aslightly worried tone.

  "I will show you," replied Tom, beginning to dig a trench in the thinlayer of soil that covered the ridge.

  "If you can transmigrate a real bed, I wish you would make it two sothat I may have one," called Stacy.

  Tom made no reply, but, after digging the trench, he had the guide andHippy place stones on either side of it as an added protection againstrolling out of bed.

  "Stacy, get in here and see if this hole fits your ample proportions,"directed Tom.

  Stacy hesitated.

  "I don't like to be buried so soon after supper," he complained. "Isthis some new game that you are trying to play on me?"

  "Yes. It is a game to keep you from falling out of bed and making a messof yourself," replied Tom tersely.