HOLDING THE SNAKE HE LEAPED OUT OF THE CIRCLE OF REPTILES.
It was a highly dangerous bit of work, and when it was over the great beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead. To him it was as if the last few seconds had been an age.
The other snakes had not followed him, but, nevertheless, he lost no time in leaving the spot on a run. Five minutes later he was nearly a quarter of a mile from the vicinity.
He had gone at right angles to the course he imagined would take him back to the ranch, and now he found he must make a detour around a hill covered with cactus and other prickly plants.
By this time Allen was thoroughly worn out and hungry to the last degree. Bitterly he regretted the loss of his favorite mare, Lilly.
"If I had her I imagine I could strike home inside of a couple of hours," he said to himself. "But on foot it will take me until noon or longer."
But there was no use to grumble, and after resting a spell the young man again started on his weary tramp through thicket and brush, over hills and through hollows. More than once he stumbled and fell, and it was all he could do at times to regain his feet.
"It's no fun to be afoot on the long range," he soliloquized. "A mile seems three times as long as when on horseback."
But there was no help for it; he must go on, and on he went, his feet now so sore in his wet boots that he could hardly take a regular step.
As he proceeded, he looked about for something to eat, but outside of a few half-green berries, found nothing. Birds were numerous, but without firearms they were out of his reach.
A less experienced person than Allen would have been much frightened by the solitude and loneliness. But the young ranchman was accustomed to being out alone for days at a time, and he did not mind it. He wished to get home more for bodily comforts than aught else.
At last, when Allen was beginning to congratulate himself that the roughest portion of the journey would soon be over he came face to face with a most unexpected difficulty. Emerging from a thicket, he found himself at the very brink of a gully all of ten feet wide and of great depth.
"Humph!" he muttered, as he came to a halt. "I can't jump that. How am I to get over?"
This question was not easy to answer.
Looking up and down the opening, no bridge, either natural or artificial, was presented to view.
"I'll have to cut a pole and use that," he thought. "There is no use to tramp up and down looking for a spot to cross."
His pocketknife was still safe, and he drew it out and went to work with a will on a sapling growing some distance from the gully's edge.
The sapling had just been laid low and Allen was on the point of dragging it away when sounds broke upon his ear that filled him with surprise. He heard human voices, and one of them was that of a man he had encountered on the road, the fellow who had been riding Chet's horse!
"I reckon you have missed the road, Saul," said the man in a disgusted tone.
"No, I ain't missed nuthin'," was the reply. "So don't you go for to croak so much, Darry."
"Well, we don't appear to be makin' much headway," growled the fellow addressed as Darry.
"We'll come out all right, never fear. It's this yere blamed gully bothers me. We might git over afoot, but we can't cross it on the hosses."
Allen crouched back behind a bush, and a moment later the two men appeared in the opening near the gully. The fellow called Darry still rode Chet's horse, while he addressed as Saul was astride of Paul's animal. Behind the pair came a tall negro, riding a mustang and leading two others, little animals looking much the worse for constant and hard usage.
"Dis yere ditch doan' seem ter git no narrower, nohow," said the colored man, with a good-natured grin. "I dun racken we might as well build a bridge an done with it."
"By the boots, but I reckon Jeff is about half right," cried Darry. "This split may last clear across the hill."
"It's not so easy to build a bridge," grumbled he called Saul, who appeared to be the leader of the trio. "We ain't got no axes."
"Well, I move we take a rest, anyway," said Darry. "I'm tired of riding a strange hoss over these yere hills."
"All right, we'll lay off and have a bite of the stuff in Jeff's haversack," replied the leader of the crowd.
They dismounted not over two rods from where Allen lay hidden in the brush, hardly daring to breathe. Being unarmed and knowing the temper of the rascals only too well, the young man kept himself covered and made not the slightest sound.
The negro brought forth an old army haversack and from it produced some crackers, jerked meat, and several other articles. Soon the trio were eating voraciously.
The horses had been tied to several trees in the vicinity, and while the men were eating and talking in low tones, Allen conceived the idea of gaining possession of one of the animals and riding off with it. He knew it would do no good to confront the thieves unarmed.
"I'll get on Paul's horse," he thought, "and if I can, I'll take Chet's animal with me. Then I'll have their horses back, even if I won't have my own."
Watching for a chance, when the backs of the men were turned, Allen crept from his cover and wormed his way toward Paul's horse. His knife was in his hand, and noiselessly he cut the halter. Another cut and Chet's animal was also free.
The horses stamped as they recognized Allen, who always made pets of all in the stable. Then Jasper let out a loud neigh of welcome.
The sound reached the ears of the leader of the horse thieves. He sprang to his feet, and a second later, Allen was discovered!