CHAPTER XXV
THE END OF THE SHEEP
Court had convened. It was the day set for the decision in the SpurCreek open range matter--a decision which would say whether or notsheep could be pastured on land that the owner of Diamond X had longclaimed as his own.
In the open West--where there is much hard work and little play--unlessa man makes the latter for himself--the opening of court, even forsmall matters, was an occasion for the "gathering of the clans." Fromfar and near, those who could get away to attend the sitting of thejudge, and sometimes the trial of cases, were always on hand. It wasthe same sort of an occasion as in the East is the circus, the cattleshow or the county fair.
At court, as at the circus and fair, friends who had long beenseparated met again, and, not infrequently, relatives found those ofwhom they had long lost trace.
And so, as there was a gathering of lawyers, a judge or two, somewitnesses and any number of mere hangers-on in the city where court hadbeen convened, there were heard on all sides such greetings as:
"Well, ef thar ain't ole Bill! Put here there, Bill!"
"Horn-swoggle me ef 'tain't Nate! Well, gumsozzle me!"
Two hard and calloused hand would meet in a crack like that from asmall gun and two bearded faces, seamed and wrinkled, would light upwith pleasure.
Near them--all around them--similar scenes were being enacted, and, notinfrequently, ancient enemies would thus come together, with none ofthe kindly greetings that I have indicated. Often as not there wouldbe the drawing of guns and an exchange of shots, more or less dangerousunder any circumstances, and particularly so where there was a throngas at the opening of court.
But on this occasion all grudges seemed to have been forgotten orburied, for there was no shooting. The feeling was of the friendliest,save that an important issue was to be fought out between the sheep menon one side and the cattle men on the other.
To both sides the issue meant much, for it meant success or failure inwhat they elected to gain their livings by means of. So it cannot bewondered at that there were more or less serious faces as men met andinquired one of the other:
"How do you think it's going?"
"Well, you can't tell much about it," the answer might be. "Theselawyers and judges----"
"That's right. They don't seem to use common sense--some of 'em."
"But what sort of a case do you s'pose Diamond X has got, anyhow?"
"Pretty good, I hear."
"Well, I hope they have. Gosh! If we're goin' t' be overrun with themonery sheep jest as we've got things runnin' nicely fer cattle--wa'al,I don't want t' live around here--that's all I got to say!" exclaimedone grizzled cowman.
"Same here!" commented some of his hearers. "Sheep's no good; neverwere any good; an' what's more, never will be any good!"
"That's right!" came a deep-voiced chorus.
To hear them tell it one would think that a sheep had no rights at alland that a sheep man was the worst being on earth, and yet, as a matterof fact, many a cowman, sick of the eternal beef that he had to eat,welcomes a tender bit of roast lamb.
But such is the world!
To the cattlemen the sheep owners and herders were despised and hatedof men--not fit to live within the same thousand-mile area of cattleand horses.
Of course sheep was not the direct issue. As was said, the pointturned on whether the Spur Creek land came under the provisions of theopen range, as defined by Congress, and once this was settled a mancould pasture elephants on the land he staked out, provided he couldget elephants to stay there.
But the coming of the sheep meant the going of the cattle. And that iswhy the courtroom was so filled with spectators. Dick was there, hisbullet-wounded hand almost better. Bud was there, as was his fatherand many cowboys from Diamond X.
Del Pinzo, with a grin on his evil, bearded face, was there also.
"We will take up first the matter of the open range land," said theJudge. "The matter was laid over until to-day to enable the defendantto produce certain papers in court substantiating his claim topasturage along Spur Creek. Are you ready to proceed, Mr. Bonnett?"and he looked at Mr. Merkel's lawyer.
"Your Honor," began the attorney, "we hoped to be able to settle thematter definitely to-day. I expected to show the deeds proving ourclaim. But, unless a certain witness whom I depended on soon arrives,we shall have to proceed to trial. If this witness were here, and ifhe could prove what I hoped----"
"You will never be able to prove anything!" broke in the sneering voiceof Del Pinzo.
"Silence in the court!" cried Sheriff Hank Fowler, but almost as hespoke the decorum was again broken by a voice which cried in ringingtones:
"Oh, yes, we can prove everything, Del Pinzo! Here are the deeds thatprove Mr. Merkel's claim to the land, and I can prove that you stolethem the night of the shooting!"
"_San Diabalo!_" muttered Del Pinzo, turning quickly. "It is thebrother of Feliece!"
"Not exactly," laughed the voice of the newcomer. He snatched off awig of black, wiry hair and stood revealed as--Nort Shannon!
He tossed a bundle of papers to Mr. Merkel's lawyer, and then all eyesturned on Del Pinzo, who feverishly was examining a bundle of documentshe tore from an oiled-silk bag.
"_San Diabalo!_" he cried again. "They are gone!"
"No, they are here!" mocked Nort. "I found where you had hidden thereal papers, and I just took them out and substituted some of my own."
Del Pinzo glared about the court for a moment, and then made a movement.
"Catch that scoundrel!" cried the Judge. But it was too late. DelPinzo slipped out, leaped to the back of his fleet horse and though thepursuit was soon organized, he got away.
"Where did you come from, Nort?" asked Dick, as he shook hands with hisbrother.
"Direct from the professor's camp. Didn't get here any too soon,either, as it happens. My horse went lame and then there was a lot ofexcitement when they found the Brontotherium."
"Oh, did they find another of those monsters?" asked Bud.
"Yep! The Grandfather of 'em all, I reckon!" laughed Nort. "Andduring the ruction I managed to get to the place where Del Pinzo hadhidden the deeds he stole. I took them out and put in some worthlessdocuments so he wouldn't suspect. Then I came on here. Now I guessthey won't pasture any sheep at Spur Creek."
And they did not. With the finding of Mr. Merkel's deeds, which hadbeen stolen, his ownership was clearly established. No one now daredclaim his lands. Of course there were parts of the open range wherethe sheep herders could go in, but none were as choice or as muchdesired as the pastures of Spur Creek. And they were far enough awaynot to menace Diamond X.
"The application of the plaintiff for permission to take over the SpurCreek range is hereby denied," announced the Judge. And thus ended thecase of the men whose cause Del Pinzo had taken up. Some of them wereinnocent parties to his treachery, and he had engineered the wholescheme to enrich himself eventually. For these innocent victims sorrowwas expressed. But even sorrow would not induce a cattleman to allowsheep on his ranch.
And so, a few days later the sheep which had been held in readinesssouth of Spur Creek were driven back into Mexico.
"Well, Nort, suppose you tell us how it all happened," suggested Bud,when matters at Diamond X were about normal again. "How did you cometo disguise yourself like a Greaser, go off to the professor's camp andget the deeds where Del Pinzo had hidden them? Tell us."
"It isn't much of a story," began Nort, modestly enough. "In the firstplace, you know about as much of the beginning of it as I do. DelPinzo heard about the government opening the range lands, and he knewthe deeds to Spur Creek must be here. So he organized a robbery andcarried it out, drawing us away from the place by a lot of shooting.Professor Wright, as of course you know, had nothing to do with it.His coming was just a coincidence.
"Those mysterious lone riders were sent by Del Pinzo to see how thingswere going, and that rocket signalin
g was, as we guessed, communicationfrom one of Del Pinzo's gang to another. Then, when that Greaser hadthe deeds safely hidden, as he thought, he gave the signal for thesheep to start for Spur Creek."
"But how in the name of Zip Foster did you know where he had the deedshidden?" cried Bud.
"I didn't," answered Nort. "I simply guessed that he had taken them,or had some one take them for him, and I reasoned he would keep themnear him, in the professor's camp. So, with your dad's permission,Bud, I disguised like a Greaser and went to work in the fossil camp. Ihad to kidnap one of the regular Greasers, and pass myself off as hisbrother, which I did. By the way," he remarked to Slim, "we can letFeliece go now."
"All right," chuckled Slim, who was one of the few in the secret. "Hedidn't mind being a prisoner here, for he got well paid and had plentyof grub."
"After I established myself at the camp," went on Nort, "and even theprofessor didn't recognize me, I made it my business secretly to keepon Del Pinzo's trail until I located where he had hidden the deeds, inone of the many excavations made in searching for fossil bones.
"Then, when the Brontotherium was really found there was enoughexcitement so that I could sneak over to the hiding place, take out theright papers and stick in some dummies I had all ready. Then I sentword to Mr. Bonnett, and came on as soon as I could with the deeds.Zeb Tauth, the janitor whom the professor brought with him as a sort ofpersonal aid, helped me out in that. He was a good scout, Zeb was,though he doesn't care much about fossils. He says he's anxious to getback to his furnace and ash cans."
"Shades of Zip Foster!" chuckled Bud, as the explanation was concluded."It couldn't have been slicker if you'd practiced it for a year! I'llnever forget Del Pinzo's face as he opened his oiled-silk package andrealized that he had been fooled. Oh, Zip Foster!"
"So it's all over now," commented Dick.
"Well, it was a mighty good ending," said Mr. Merkel, "and I'm muchobliged to you boy ranchers. You helped a lot. I'd like to catch DelPinzo, however."
But the wily half-breed Greaser disappeared, though it might be fearedhe would bob up again in the lives of the boy ranchers. For they weredestined to have other adventures.
"But we're through for a time," said Bud, as, with his cousins, he rodethe trail that led to home.
Nell met them near the horse corral.
"You're just in time," she said.
"For what?" asked Dick.
"Pie!" answered Nell with a laugh. "Mother and I have baked some foryou."
"Whoopee!" yelled the boy ranchers, and as they race for the kitchen wewill take leave of them for a time.
THE END
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BY WILLARD F. BAKER
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Two eastern boys visit their cousin. They become involved in anexciting mystery.
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Returning for a visit, the two eastern lads learn with delight, thatthey are to become boy ranchers.
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