The Boy Ranchers on the Trail
THE BOY RANCHERS ON THE TRAIL OR _The Diamond X After Cattle Rustlers_ By WILLARD F. BAKER CONTENTS I THE ROUND-UP II A CURIOUS INSTRUMENT III STARTLING NEWS IV THE SCRATCHED SAFE
faces tanned to a dusky copper hue by exposure to every kind of weather
that racks the extreme Martian climate they were so opposite to all
about me, so quaint and grim amongst those mild, fair-skinned folk,
that at first I thought they were but a disordered creation of my fancy.
I rubbed my eyes and stared and blinked, but no! they were real men,
of flesh and blood, and now they had come down with as much stateliness
as their bandy legs would admit of, into the full glare of the lights
to the centre table where Hath sat. I saw their splendid apparel, the
great strings of rudely polished gems hung round their hairy necks and
wrists, the cunningly dyed skins of soft-furred animals, green and red
and black, wherewith their limbs were swathed, and then I heard some
one by me whisper in a frightened tone, "The envoys from over seas."
"Oh," I thought sleepily to myself, "so these are the ape-men of the
western woods, are they? Those who long ago vanquished my white-skinned
friends and yearly come to claim their tribute. Jove, what hay they must
have made of them! How those peach-skinned girls must have screamed and
the downy striplings by them felt their dimpled knees knock together,
as the mad flood of barbarians came pouring over from the forest, and
long ago stormed their citadels like a stream of red lava, as deadly,
as irresistible, as remorseless!" And I lay asprawl upon my arms on
the table watching them with the stupid indifference I thought I could
so well afford.
Meanwhile Hath was on foot, pale and obsequious like others in the
THE BOY RANCHERS ON THE TRAIL OR _The Diamond X After Cattle Rustlers_ By WILLARD F. BAKER CONTENTS I THE ROUND-UP II A CURIOUS INSTRUMENT III STARTLING NEWS IV THE SCRATCHED SAFE