The Boy Ranchers; Or, Solving the Mystery at Diamond X
his mother and sister, that something was wrong. Prepared as Nort and Dick were for stra
ening meal. Slim Degnan, the foreman, Babe, his assistant, and one or two others started forward as if to intercept the horseman. But a cowboy on foot is like a sailor o
lane that led toward the ranch house, where Bud and the ot
ter of him-loco
him, and Bud has his gun. Still, I don't know but we'd better mosey up
ere," he called to the other cowboys, some of whom seemed to sh
eastern lads, with Bud, his mother and sister, the lone horseman had dismounted, not with any de
ack in the direction whence he had come. "If you
s garb was of the East as his riding had been, though he sat a fairly good saddle, or he never could have ridden at the speed he did. But he had a good horse. Even Dick
ting answer. "He's off there-with his
like a professor,"
" sharply co
ed his hand toward where Bud and Slim, on their homeward ride, had seen the wisp of smoke. "Some Mexicans threaten to attack us," went on the man who called himself Professor B
exclai
were only here!" m
ell, with sparkling eyes. "I wish
he called after Bud, for he was already half way down the lane leading to th
t to see some lively
do!" ye
ange our clothes?" a
you want to! I'm going to shed mine!" and shed it he
o the house, met the fleeing young rancher, who had even distanced P
ack toward the professor. "He and a party are camped over in the hills-where we saw the smoke a while
Milton briefly, as, with more speed than you would
rong, had begun to catch and saddle enough ponies to
he cowboys who were in the corral. "You can ride those,
s time than it takes to tell it, they were riding along the trail, directed by Professor Blair, whos
ins, as he, himself, spurred ahead alongside Slim and Bab
"Oh, boy! A fight the
yelled to
ud. "These Greasers may hit the tr
xicans, aren't t
believe a few Indians, also, in our prospecting work. Our own men are all right, but we were attac
ed the row?
med to embarrass
east know where valuables may be," he answered. "I believe they
ound gold!"
ret the object of his search, and perhaps the mystery surrounding it has been misconstrued by the ignorant men. T
wed by faint yells. Bud Merkel clapped spurs to his horse
lling him! They