“I vote that we enlarge the name of our inn,” said Allen. “Since our leader has black hair and black eyes, let’s call it the Inn of the Black Panther. All in favor of that motion say ‘Aye.’”
“Aye!” they roared.
“All against it say ‘no.’”
Silence.
“The Inn of the Black Panther it is,” said Will, “an’ it is the most welcome inn that ever housed me.”
The Panther smiled benevolently.
“I don’t blame you boys for havin’ a little fun,” he said. “It does feel good to be here after all that we’ve been through.”
The joy of the Texans was irrepressible. Fields began to pat and three or four of them danced up and down the earthen floor of the cabin. Will watched with dancing eyes. Ned, more sober, sat by his side.
However, the highest spirits must grow calm at last, and gradually the singing and dancing ceased. It had grown quite close in the cabin now, and one of the window shutters was thrown open, permitting a rush of cool, fresh air that was very welcome. Ned looked out. The wind was still whistling and moaning, and the snow, like a white veil, hid the trees.
The men one by one went to sleep on the floor. Obed and Fields kept watch at the window during the first half of the night, and the Panther and Ned relieved them for the second half. They heard nothing but the wind, and saw nothing but the snow. Day came with a hidden sun, and the fine snow still driven by the wind, but the Panther, a good judge of weather, predicted a cessation of the snow within an hour.
The men awoke and rose slowly from the floor. They were somewhat stiff, but no one had been overcome, and after a little stretching of the muscles all the soreness disappeared. The horses were within the shed, unharmed and warm, but hungry. They relighted the fire and broiled more strips of the antelope, but they saw that little would be left. The Panther turned to Roylston, who inspired respect in them all.
“Now, Mr. Roylston,” he said, “we’ve got to agree upon some course of action an’ we’ve got to put it to ourselves squar’ly. I take it that all of us want to serve Texas in one way or another, but we’ve got only three horses, we’re about out of food, an’ we’re a long distance from the main Texas settlements. It ain’t any use fur us to start to rippin’ an’ t’arin’ unless we’ve got somethin’ to rip an’ t’ar with.”
“Good words,” said Obed White. “A speech in time saves errors nine.”
“I am glad you have put the question, Mr. Palmer,” said Roylston. “Our affairs have come to a crisis, and we must consider. I, too, wish to help Texas, but I can help it more by other ways than battle.”
It did not occur to any of them to doubt him. He had already established over them the mental ascendency that comes from a great mind used to dealing with great affairs.
“But we are practically dismounted,” he continued. “It is winter and we do not know what would happen to us if we undertook to roam over the prairies as we are. On the other hand, we have an abundance of arms and ammunition and a large and well-built cabin. I suggest that we supply ourselves with food, and stay here until we can acquire suitable mounts. We may also contrive to keep a watch upon any Mexican armies that may be marching north. I perhaps have more reason than any of you for hastening away, but I can spend the time profitably in regaining the use of my limbs.”
“Your little talk sounds mighty good to me,” said the Panther. “In fact, I don’t see anything else to do. This cabin must have been built an’ left here ’speshully fur us. We know, too, that the Texans have all gone home, thinkin’ that the war is over, while we know different an’ mebbe we can do more good here than anywhere else. What do you say, boys? Do we stay?”
“We stay,” replied all together.
They went to work at once fitting up their house. More firewood was brought in. Fortunately the men had been provided with hatchets, in the frontier style, which their rescuers had not neglected to bring away, and they fixed wooden hooks in the walls for their extra arms and clothing. A half dozen scraped away a large area of the thin snow and enabled the horses to find grass. A fine spring two hundred yards away furnished a supply of water.
After the horses had eaten Obed, the Panther and Ned rode away in search of game, leaving Mr. Roylston in command at the cabin.
The snow was no longer falling, and that which lay on the ground was melting rapidly.
“I know this country,” said the Panther, “an’ we’ve got four chances for game. It may be buffalo, it may be deer, it may be antelope, and it may be wild turkeys. I think it most likely that we’ll find buffalo. We’re so fur west of the main settlements that they’re apt to hang ’roun’ here in the winter in the creek bottoms, an’ if it snows they’ll take to the timber fur shelter.”
“And it has snowed,” said Ned.
“Jest so, an’ that bein’ the case we’ll search the timber. Of course big herds couldn’t crowd in thar, but in this part of the country we gen’rally find the buffalo scattered in little bands.”
They found patches of forest, generally dwarfed in character, and looked diligently for the great game. Once a deer sprang out of a thicket, but sped away so fast they did not get a chance for a shot. At length Obed saw large footprints in the thinning snow, and called the Panther’s attention to them. The big man examined the traces critically.
“Not many hours old,” he said. “I’m thinkin’ that we’ll have buffalo steak fur supper. We’ll scout all along this timber. What we want is a young cow. Their meat is not tough.”
They rode through the timber for about two hours, when Ned caught sight of moving figures on the far side of a thicket. He could just see the backs of large animals, and he knew that there were their buffalo. He pointed them out to the Panther, who nodded.
“We’ll ride ’roun’ the thicket as gently as possible,” he said, “an’ then open fire. Remember, we want a tender young cow, two of ’em if we can get ’em, an’ don’t fool with the bulls.”
Ned’s heart throbbed as Old Jack bore him around the thicket. He had fought with men, but he was not yet a buffalo hunter. Just as they turned the flank of the bushes a huge buffalo bull, catching their odor, raised his head and uttered a snort. The Panther promptly fired at a young cow just beyond him. The big bull, either frightened or angry, leaped head down at Old Jack. The horse was without experience with buffaloes, but he knew that those sharp horns meant no good to him, and he sprang aside with so much agility that Ned was almost unseated.
The big bull rushed on, and Ned, who had retained his hold upon his rifle, was tempted to take a shot at him for revenge, but, remembering the Panther’s injunction, he controlled the impulse and fired at a young cow.
When the noise and confusion were over and the surviving buffaloes had lumbered away, they found that they had slain two of the young cows and that they had an ample supply of meat.
“Ned,” said the Panther, “you know how to go back to the cabin, don’t you?”
“I can go straight as an arrow.”
“Then ride your own horse, lead the other two an’ bring two men. We’ll need ’em with the work here.”
The Panther and Obed were already at work skinning the cows. Ned sprang upon Old Jack, and rode away at a trot, leading the other two horses by their lariats. The snow was gone now and the breeze was almost balmy. Ned felt that great rebound of the spirits of which the young are so capable. They had outwitted Urrea, they had taken his prisoners from him, and then had escaped across the Rio Grande. They had found shelter and now they had obtained a food supply. They were all good comrades together, and what more was to be asked?
He whistled as he rode along, but when he was half way back to the cabin he noticed something in a large tree that caused him to stop. He saw the outlines of great bronze birds, and he knew that they were wild turkeys. Wild turkeys would make a fine addition to their larder, and, halting Old Jack, he shot from his back, taking careful aim at the largest of the turkeys. The huge bird fell, and as the other
s flew away Ned was lucky enough to bring down a second with a pistol shot.
His trophies were indeed worth taking, and tying their legs together with a withe he hung them across his saddle bow. He calculated that the two together weighed nearly sixty pounds, and he rode triumphantly when he came in sight of the cabin.
Will saw him first and gave a shout that drew the other men.
“What luck?” hailed young Allen.
“Not much,” replied Ned, “but I did get these sparrows.”
He lifted the two great turkeys from his saddle and tossed them to Will. The boy caught them, but he was borne to his knees by their weight. The men looked at them and uttered approving words.
“What did you do with the Panther and Obed?” asked Fields.
“The last I saw of them they had been dismounted and were being chased over the plain by two big bull buffaloes. The horns of the buffaloes were then not more than a foot from the seats of their trousers. So I caught their horses, and I have brought them back to camp.”
“I take it,” said Fields, “that you’ve had good luck.”
“We have had the finest of luck,” replied Ned. “We ran into a group of fifteen or twenty buffaloes, and we brought down two fine, young cows. I came back for two more men to help with them, and on my way I shot these turkeys.”
Fields and another man named Carter returned with Ned. Young Allen was extremely anxious to go, but the others were chosen on account of their experience with the work. They found that Obed and the Panther had already done the most of it, and when it was all finished Fields and Carter started back with the three horses, heavily laden. As the night promised to be mild, and the snow was gone, Ned, Obed and the Panther remained in the grove with the rest of their food supply.
They also wished to preserve the two buffalo robes, and they staked them out upon the ground, scraping them clean of flesh with their knives. Then they lighted a fire and cooked as much of the tender meat as they wished. By this time it was dark and they were quite ready to rest. They put out the fire and raked up the beds of leaves on which they would spread their blankets. But first they enjoyed the relaxation of the nerves and the easy talk that come after a day’s work well done.
“It certainly has been a fine day for us,” said Obed. “Sometimes I like to go through the bad days, because it makes the good days that follow all the better. Yesterday we were wandering around in the snow, and we had nothing, to-day we have a magnificent city home, that is to say, the cabin, and a beautiful country place, that is to say, this grove. I can add, too, that our nights in our country place are spent to the accompaniment of music. Listen to that beautiful song, won’t you?”
A long, whining howl rose, sank and died. After an interval they heard its exact duplicate and the Panther remarked tersely:
“Wolves. Mighty hungry, too. They’ve smelled our buffalo meat and they want it. Guess from their big voices that they’re timber wolves and not coyotes.”
Ned knew that the timber wolf was a much larger and fiercer animal than his prairie brother, and he did not altogether like this whining sound which now rose and died for the third time.
“Must be a dozen or so,” said the Panther, noticing the increasing volume of sound. “We’ll light the fire again. Nothing is smarter than a wolf, an’ I don’t want one of those hulkin’ brutes to slip up, seize a fine piece of buffalo and dash away with it. But fire will hold ’em. How a wolf does dread it! The little red flame is like a knife in his heart.”
They lighted four small fires, making a rude ring which inclosed their leafy beds and the buffalo skins and meat. Before they finished the task they saw slim dusky figures among the trees and red eyes glaring at them. The Panther picked up a stick blazing like a torch, and made a sudden rush for one of the figures. There was a howl of terror and a sound of something rushing madly through the bushes.
The Panther flung his torch as far as he could in the direction of the sounds and returned, laughing deep in his throat.
“I think I came pretty near hittin’ the master wolf with that,” he said, “an’ I guess he’s good an’ scared. But they’ll come back after a while, an’ don’t you forget it. For that reason, I think we’d better keep a watch. We’ll divide it into three hours apiece, an’ we’ll give you the first, Ned.”
Ned was glad to have the opening watch, as it would soon be over and done with, and then he could sleep free from care about any watch to come. The Panther and Obed rolled in their blankets, found sleep almost instantly, and the boy, resolved not to be a careless sentinel, walked in a circle just outside the fires.
Sure enough, and just as the Panther had predicted, he saw the red eyes and dusky forms again. Now and then he heard a faint pad among the bushes, and he knew that a wolf had made it. He merely changed from the outside to the inside of the fire ring, and continued his walk. With the fire about him and his friends so near he was not afraid of wolves, no matter how big and numerous they might be.
Yet their presence in the bushes, the light shuffle of their feet and their fiery eyes had an uncanny effect. It was unpleasant to know that such fierce beasts were so near, and he gave himself a reassuring glance at the sleeping forms of his partners. By and by the red eyes melted away, and he heard another soft tread, but heavier than that of the wolves. With his rifle lying in the hollow of his arm and his finger on the trigger he looked cautiously about the circle of the forest.
Ned’s gaze at last met that of a pair of red eyes, a little further apart than those of the wolves. He knew then that they belonged to a larger animal, and presently he caught a glimpse of the figure. He was sure that it was a puma or cougar, and so far as he could judge it was a big brute. It, too, must be very hungry, or it would not dare the fire and the human odor.
Ned felt tentatively of his rifle, but changed his mind. He remembered the Panther’s exploit with the firebrand, and he decided to imitate it, but on a much larger scale. He laid down his rifle, but kept his left hand on the butt of the pistol in his belt. Then selecting the largest torch from the fire he made a rush straight for the blazing eyes, thrusting the flaming stick before him. There was a frightened roar, and then the sound of a heavy body crashing away through the undergrowth. Ned returned, satisfied that he had done as well as the Panther and better.
Both the Panther and Obed were awake and sitting up. They looked curiously at Ned, who still carried the flaming brand in his hand.
“A noise like the sound of thunder away off wakened me up,” said the Panther. “Now, what have you been up to, young ’un?”
“Me?” said Ned lightly. “Oh, nothing important. I wanted to make some investigations in natural history out there in the bushes, and as I needed a light for the purpose I took it.”
“An’ if I’m not pressin’ too much,” said the Panther, in mock humility, “may I make so bold as to ask our young Solomon what is natural history?”
“Natural history is the study of animals. I saw a panther in the bushes and I went out there to examine him. I saw that he was a big fellow, but he ran away so fast I could tell no more about him.”
“You scared him away with the torch instead of shooting,” said Obed. “It was well done, but it took a stout heart. If he comes again tell him I won’t wake up until it’s time for my watch.”
He was asleep again inside of a minute, and the Panther followed him quickly. Both men trusted Ned fully, treating him now as an experienced and skilled frontiersman. He knew it, and he felt proud and encouraged.
The panther did not come back, but the wolves did, although Ned now paid no attention to them. He was growing used to their company and the uncanny feeling departed. He merely replenished the fires and sat patiently until it was time for Obed to succeed him. Then he, too, wrapped himself in his blankets and slept a dreamless sleep until day.
The remainder of the buffalo meat was taken away the next day, but anticipating a long stay at the cabin they continued to hunt, both on horseback and on foot. Two more bu
ffalo cows fell to their rifles. They also secured a deer, three antelope and a dozen wild turkeys.
Their hunting spread over two days, but when they were all assembled on the third night at the cabin general satisfaction prevailed. They had ranged over considerable country, and as game was plentiful and not afraid the Panther drew the logical conclusion that man had been scarce in that region.
“I take it,” he said, “that the Mexicans are a good distance east, and that the Lipans and Comanches are another good distance west. Just the same, boys, we’ve got to keep a close watch, an’ I think we’ve got more to fear from raidin’ parties of the Indians than from the Mexicans. All the Mexicans are likely to be ridin’ to some point on the Rio Grande to meet the forces of Santa Anna.”
“I wish we had more horses,” said Obed. “We’d go that way ourselves and see what’s up.”
“Well, maybe we’ll get ’em,” said the Panther. “Thar’s a lot of horses on these plains, some of which ought to belong to us an’ we may find a way of claimin’ our rights.”
They passed a number of pleasant days at the cabin and in hunting and foraging in the vicinity. They killed more big game and the dressed skins of buffalo, bear and deer were spread on the floor or were hung on the walls. Wild turkeys were numerous, and they had them for food every day. But they discovered no signs of man, white or red, and they would have been content to wait there had they not been so anxious to investigate the reported advance of Santa Anna on the Rio Grande.
Roylston was the most patient of them all, or at least he said the least.
“I think,” he said about the fourth or fifth day, “that it does not hurt to linger here. The Mexican power has not yet gathered in full. As for me, personally, it suits me admirably. I can walk a full two hundred yards now, and next week I shall be able to walk a mile.”
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