Uncle Fred was out in the barn, talking over some ranch matters with Captain Roy, when Daddy Bunker and Rose came trotting back.
"What's the matter?" asked Uncle Fred. "Has Rose found some more Indian papooses?" and he laughed.
"Not this time," answered her father. "But those boys of mine, Fred, have dug quite a hole near your spring. I went past it just now, on my way to find Laddie and Russ. There is a queer sound of gurgling water seeming to come from the bottom of their 'well,' as they called it. They didn't strike water, but they came near to it. You'd better come and have a look."
"I will," said Uncle Fred. "Better come along, Captain Roy," he went on. "We mayall get a good surprise. I'd be glad to have the secret of the spring discovered."
The three men and Rose rode back to the hole Laddie and Russ had dug. Then Daddy Bunker, Uncle Fred and Captain Roy got off their horses to listen more closely.
"Do you hear it?" asked Daddy Bunker of the children's uncle.
"I hear water running somewhere under ground," answered Uncle Fred.
"So do I," said Captain Roy. "I shouldn't be surprised if this was where the water either ran into or out of our spring."
"We must get shovels and dig," said Uncle Fred. "When we dug back of the rocks it wasn't in the right place, I guess. Laddie and Russ, by accident, have found the very place we were looking for. I'm sure it's a good thing I brought the six little Bunkers out to Three Star Ranch."
"Don't be too sure yet," laughed Daddy Bunker. "We haven't found the answer to the riddle, yet."
They were going to ride back to the barn, to get picks and shovels, when Mrs. Bunker came hurrying out to them.
"Oh, Fred!" she called to her brother. "Something has happened!"
"What?" he asked.
"Russ and Laddie——" went on Mrs. Bunker.
"Has anything happened to them?" cried Daddy Bunker quickly.
"No, they're all right. But they just rode up to the house greatly excited, and they tell a remarkable story about a cowboy with a broken leg, and say that he's lying in the grass at the end of the bridge. They're quite worked-up over it. Maybe you'd better go to see what it is."
"Yes," said Daddy Bunker, "I presume I had better hurry on to see about Russ and Laddie."
"The spring and the well will keep until you come back," observed Uncle Fred.
"We'll wait for you," added Captain Roy.
Mr. Bunker hurried back with his wife to the ranch house.
"Russ and Laddie are there," said Mother Bunker, and she told about the little lads having seen the cowboy, just as Russ and Laddie had told her. They had ridden homefrom the bridge, and reached the house just after Daddy Bunker and Rose had gone away.
"Well, boys, what's this I hear?" asked Daddy Bunker. "Did you really find a cowboy? Or was it an Indian?"
"Oh, it's a cowboy all right, and I got him a drink of water in my cap," replied Russ. "He wanted me to ride over the bridge to get his horse, but Mother said I wasn't to, and I didn't."
"That's a good boy," said his father.
"And the cowboy, I guess, is hurt bad," said Laddie. "He couldn't walk on one leg, and he shut his eyes and sounded like he was sick."
"Maybe he is, poor fellow," said Mr. Bunker. "We must see about him at once. I'll go for Uncle Fred," and he hurried back where he had left the ranchman and Captain Roy.
"A cowboy hurt!" exclaimed Uncle Fred. "Well, I don't believe it can be any of mine, or I'd have heard about it. However, we'll ride over to the bridge and see about it. We'll see later about the noise of runningwater under the well that Laddie and Russ dug."
Rose wanted to ride with her father to the bridge, but he said as they might have to carry back the cowboy with his injured leg, she had better go to the house with her mother and the boys. So Rose did.
Together Uncle Fred, Daddy Bunker and Captain Roy rode to the bridge where Russ and Laddie had ended their race. They easily found the cowboy, who had fainted away when he tried to stand on his leg, which was broken. His eyes were open when the three men rode up, and he smiled, and seemed glad to see them.
"I guess I'm going to be laid up for a while," he said. "My pony threw me, and my leg doubled under me. I saw some boys, and tried to get them to go across the bridge for my horse, but they wouldn't—said their mother didn't allow them."
"That's right—they were my boys," said Daddy Bunker. "But now we'll take care of you."
"Where are you from—what ranch?" asked Uncle Fred, looking closely at the cowboy. "I never saw you around here before."
"No, I'm a stranger. I'm looking for work. But I guess I'll have to stay in bed a while now."
"We'll take care of you at Three Star Ranch," said Uncle Fred kindly. "We've got plenty of room."
It was no easy work to move a man with a broken leg from the field near the bridge to the bunk-house of Three Star Ranch, but at last it was done, and then the doctor was sent for. He said the cowboy, who gave his name as Sam Thurston, would have to stay in bed for a while, until his leg got well.
Getting the cowboy to the bunk-house, and going for the doctor, who lived some miles away, took up so much time that it was dark before Uncle Fred, Daddy Bunker and Captain Roy had time to think about looking at the well Laddie and Russ had dug. And then it was too late.
"We'll look at it the first thing in the morning," said the ranchman.
"Didn't you want us to dig the well?" asked Russ.
"Oh, I don't mind," his uncle answered."And maybe, by means of that well, we may find out the secret of the spring."
The six little Bunkers sat in the living-room, listening to Uncle Fred tell a story, just before they were sent to bed. This was one of their delights since coming to Three Star Ranch. Uncle Fred knew a lot of stories of the West—stories of Indians, cowboys, of wild animals, big storms, of fires, and of cattle running in a stampede.
Mun Bun and Margy fell asleep, one in their mother's lap and the other in Daddy Bunker's; but Rose and Vi, and Laddie and Russ stayed awake, listening to the stories told by Uncle Fred.
"I know a riddle about a bear," said Laddie, when his uncle had finished a story about one.
"A riddle about a bear?" exclaimed Mr. Bell. "Well, let's hear it, Laddie."
"This is it. Why does a bear climb a tree? Why does he?"
"Lots of reasons," answered Russ.
"Well, you have to give one to answer my riddle," said Laddie. "Why does a bear climb a tree?"
"To get the hunter that climbed the tree first," said Daddy Bunker.
"Nope!" laughed Laddie.
"To get out of the way of the hunter," said Russ.
"Nope!" and Laddie laughed again.
"Does he climb it to go to sleep?" asked Rose.
"How could a bear go to sleep in a tree?" Laddie wanted to know. "I'll tell you the answer, 'cause you can't guess. A bear climbs a tree when the dogs bark at him, so he can throw bark at the dogs. Isn't that a good riddle? You know trees have bark."
"But you didn't say anything about dogs and bark at first!" objected Vi. "If you had said about the dogs I could have guessed."
"Well, I wanted to make it hard," said Laddie. "Maybe to-morrow I'll think of another riddle without any dogs in it."
"Well, you four little Bunkers that are still awake had better go to bed so you'll be able to eat breakfast as well as guess riddles to-morrow," laughed Mother Bunker. "Come on! To bed with you! Mun Bun and Margy fell asleep long ago."
So off to bed they went, not even dreaming about the strange things that were to happen the next day.
About an hour after the six little Bunkers were in Slumberland, Captain Roy, who had been over to the bunk-house to talk with some of the cowboys, came hurrying in where Uncle Fred was.
"Anything the matter?" asked the ranchman.
"Yes," answered the captain. "More of our cattle have been taken!"
"More cattle taken?" cried Uncle Fred. "When did that happen?"
"Just a little while ago," answered Captain Roy. "One of the cowboys just rode in with the news."
"Well, this is too bad!" cried Uncle Fred.
"I'll tell you what let's do," said Daddy Bunker. "It isn't very late yet. Let's go out and look at the spring."
"What for?" asked his wife.
"Well," answered the father of the six little Bunkers, "I want to see if the water has run out of it this time. Perhaps it hasn't, and, if so, it would mean that the taking away of Uncle Fred's cattle didn't have anything to do with the mysterious spring."
"Well, it will do no harm to take a look,"said the ranchman. "Come along, Captain Roy. We'll see what it all means."
Taking lanterns with them, they went out in the dark night to look at the spring.
"It's just the same," called Daddy Bunker, when he had taken a look. "The water is almost out of it."
"Then we must start, the first thing in the morning, digging at the place where the boys made their well," declared Uncle Fred. "I must get at the bottom of the secret of my spring."
"And I'd like to find out who it is that's taking our cattle!" exclaimed Captain Roy. "I think, in the morning, I'll take some of the cowboys and have a big hunt. This business must stop. Pretty soon we won't have any ranch left at Three Star. I'm going to find the men that are taking the cattle!"
When the six little Bunkers awoke the next morning, there was so much going on at Three Star Ranch that they did not know what to make of it. Cowboys were riding to and fro, Uncle Fred and Daddy Bunker were dressed in old clothes, Captain Roy had a gun slung over his shoulder, and manyhorses were standing outside the corral, saddled and bridled.
"Are we going on a picnic?" asked Vi. "Is there going to be a parade? Is the circus coming? What makes so many horses? Is there going to be a prairie fire?"
"Well, I guess you've asked enough questions for a while, little girl!" laughed her mother. "Come and get your breakfast now."
"But what's going on?" insisted Violet.
"Two things," her father told her. "Your uncle and I are going to dig deeper in the well Russ and Laddie started, to see what makes the gurgling sound of water under the earth at the bottom of it. And Captain Roy is going to try to find the men who took Uncle Fred's cattle last night."
"Oh, can't we help?" asked Laddie.
"You may come and watch us dig your well deeper," his father told him. "But it would not be safe for little boys to go hunting men who take cattle."
Just as Captain Roy and a lot of cowboys were about to ride off over the plain and Daddy Bunker and Uncle Fred were going to dig at the boys' well, Mrs. Bunker came outof the bunk-house. She had gone to see if the man with the broken leg needed anything.
"He wants to see you," she said to Uncle Fred. "He says he can tell you a secret."
"Tell me a secret!" exclaimed the ranchman. "Does he mean about the mysterious spring, or the stolen cattle?"
"He didn't say," answered Mrs. Bunker. "But he wants you to come to see him."
So Uncle Fred went. He stayed a long while in the room where Sam Thurston, the strange cowboy, had been put to bed after his broken leg was set, and when Uncle Fred came out he was much excited.
"Wait a minute, Captain Roy!" he called to his partner. "I can tell you where to look for the cattle that were taken last night."
"Where?" asked the former army man, pausing at the head of his band of cowboys.
"Over in the gully by the creek. They're hidden there."
"Who told you so?"
"Thurston, the strange cowboy. And he has also told me the secret of the spring, so we won't have to do any digging, Daddy Bunker."
"We won't? Why not?" asked the children's father in surprise.
"Because the cowboy says the reason the water stops coming in at certain times is because of something that happens back in the hills, where my spring starts, in a brook that runs under ground after its first beginning. Back in the hills the men, who have been taking the cattle, turn the water into another stream. That's why it doesn't run into mine, and that's why my spring dries up."
"But why do the men shut off our spring water?" asked Captain Roy.
"They do it to make a wet place so they can drive my cattle across it, and no hoof marks are left to tell which way the animals have gone. Then, when the cattle are safely away, the waters are let run down where they always flow, and they come into my spring again. The taking of the cattle and the drying up of my spring are all done by the same band of men. That's why, whenever any cattle were taken, the spring dried up. One went with the other."
"How did Sam Thurston know all this?" asked Daddy Bunker.
"This cowboy with the broken leg used to be one of the band of men who took my cattle," went on Uncle Fred. "He just told me. He was on his way to see about taking more of my steers when his horse threw him at the bridge. That's why he didn't want to come to Three Star Ranch—because he had treated us so meanly.
"But when he saw how good we were to him he made up his mind not to be bad any more and to tell about the men. He knows where they hide the cattle after they steal them, and he says if we go there now we can get back the steers, and also catch the men who took them. And after this the spring won't go dry any more."
"Well, well!" exclaimed the children's father. "And to think that two of the six little Bunkers, by finding the cowboy with the broken leg, should help solve the spring mystery!"
"It is extraordinary!" exclaimed Uncle Fred. "But I knew as soon as I saw the little Bunkers in the attic that day I walked into your house, that they could do something. And they have. Now, Captain Roy,you and the cowboys ride on and see if you can get back our cattle."
Away rode Captain Roy and the cowboys, and some hours later they came back with the men, whom they had easily caught. They found the cattle hidden in a gully, or deep valley, near the creek, and the steers were driven back to their pasturage on Three Star Ranch.
Then the whole story came out. Sam Thurston and the others of the band, instead of raising cattle of their own, used to take those belonging to other ranchmen. They found it easy to take Uncle Fred's, and, by making a dam, or wall of earth, across the place where the stream started that fed his spring, they could turn it in another direction, making it flow over a path, or trail.
Along this trail, when the water covered it, the men drove the cattle they took from Uncle Fred's field, and the water covered, and washed away, any marks the cattle's feet made. So no one could see which way they had been driven.
When the stream was thus dammed it did not flow into the spring, which went dry.After the dam was taken away the spring filled again.
And so it went on. Each time cattle were taken the spring was made to go dry, and the men thus fooled Uncle Fred and his cowboys. The bad men would hide the cattle and sell them to other men who did not know they were stolen.
So the secret of the spring might never have been discovered except for Laddie and Russ making that race to the bridge where they found the cowboy with the broken leg.
Sam Thurston became good after that, his leg healed, and he worked for Uncle Fred for a number of years. The bad men were sent to prison for a long time, and had no more chance to take cattle from any one.
"But aren't you going to dig down in the well we made, and see what is at the bottom of it?" asked Russ of his father, a day or so after the cattle had been got back and the men sent away.
"Yes, I think we shall," said Uncle Fred. "I'd like to know what that gurgle of water is."
So they dug and found out. But it hadnothing to do with the secret of the spring, after all. It was only an old pipe, that had been laid some years before by a man that had formerly owned the ranch, before Uncle Fred bought it. The man laid a pipe from the overflow of the spring to a chicken coop, so the hens could get a drink. Then the pipe became covered over, and the man did not think to tell Uncle Fred about it when the ranch was sold.
But the secret of the spring was found out, and never after that did it go dry, and no more of Uncle Fred's cattle were taken.
"So it's a good thing we came out to see you, isn't it, Uncle Fred?" asked Laddie.
"I should say it was!" laughed his uncle.
"I'm going to make a riddle about it!" went on Laddie. "I don't just know what it's going to be, or what the answer is. But it will be a riddle."
"All right," laughed Uncle Fred. "When you think of it tell me. And now have all the fun you can on Three Star Ranch. There are no more secrets to bother you."
"What makes 'em call it a ranch?" asked Violet. "Is it 'cause it has a branch of a treeon it? Or is it an Indian name? And where are all the Indians you said we'd see, Uncle Fred? And do the Indians and cowboys ever fight? And do the Indians have bows and arrows, and could I have a pony ride now?"
"Well, I'll answer the last question by saying you may," said Uncle Fred with a laugh. "As for the others, we'll see about them later."
"Come on!" cried Russ. "We'll all have pony rides!"
"And I'll get Bill Johnson to give us some cookies so we can play picnic!" added Laddie.
"Oh, wait for me," called Rose. "I must put my doll to bed before we start."
"I want to come!" shouted Mun Bun.
"Me, too!" added Margy.
"Bless their hearts! Let 'em have all the fun they can!" laughed Uncle Fred.
And that's just what we shall do with the six little Bunkers as we take leave of them, perhaps some time to meet them again.
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Transcriber's NotesObvious punctuation errors corrected.Onpage 224, the final three lines were typeset out of order. The orginal text read:Ride along, and I'll see if I can't crawl overRuss did not know what to do. He wantedand get my own horse."This was repaired.The remaining corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. Scroll the mouse over the word and the original text willappear.
Obvious punctuation errors corrected.
Onpage 224, the final three lines were typeset out of order. The orginal text read:
Ride along, and I'll see if I can't crawl overRuss did not know what to do. He wantedand get my own horse."
Russ did not know what to do. He wantedand get my own horse."
This was repaired.
The remaining corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. Scroll the mouse over the word and the original text willappear.