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  CHAPTER VI--ALONE

  "What did he do then?" inquired Rat, who, for some reason which Reubendid not understand, appeared to be intensely interested in the life ofthe scout who had already become famous throughout the West.

  "Why, they offered him a chance to go back with them, and be theirhunter, so he joined the new party. He told me, though, that he didn'tfind any fun in his work. A good deal of the time he was driving ateam, and that was the last thing in the world he wanted to do."

  "I suppose he wanted to shoot buffaloes and hunt Indians?"

  "That's exactly what he wanted to do. He didn't give up his plan,though, all that winter he was a cook for a man named Young, who hadmade a lot of money trapping. Kit said that was the worst winter heever had. Sometimes he used to chase the rats out of the corn-bin andthen he would say to himself, 'Here are poor Kit Carson's buffaloes.'When the winter was gone he still did not find any party of trappersthat was willing that he should join them. You see he was such aslight, little fellow, and, as I told you, his voice was so soft andhis manner was so gentle, that the men all thought he would not be ableto stand the work and they would have a sick man on their hands.

  "In the spring he made up his mind to go back home again. But thattime, too, he met a party that was on its way to Santa Fe. They offeredhim a job which he took and went back with them. Finally he did findsomething worth doing. He went down into Mexico as an interpreter for alot of men that were going to Chihuahua. When he got there he hired outagain as a teamster for a man who was going to the copper mines. But hedidn't really get his chance to begin his scouting and trapping untilhe came back to Taos. He had become so used to seeing parties oftrappers start off without him that when at last this Mr. Young, theman for whom he had been working, told him that he could join a partyhe was sending out, he took up with the offer right away. The man thathired him knew that he wasn't afraid of anything on earth."

  "Ho!" snorted Rat, breaking in upon the narrative. "I guess he wouldn'thave felt that way if he had seen me. What do you suppose a littlefellow like Kit Carson would do if a man like me got after him?"

  "I'd feel sorry for you, if you tried to go 'after him.'"

  "That's a good un! That's a good un!" roared Rat. "Do you think hecould run away from me?"

  "I don't think he would try."

  "Well, if he didn't run and I once got my hands on him I would breakhis back as easily as I would a stick."

  Reuben smiled and did not reply to the boastings of the braggart.

  "How many men were in this party you are telling about?" demanded Rat.

  "About forty."

  "How old was Kit then?"

  "About twenty."

  "Ho, ho!" roared Rat again. "And yet you say he wasn't afraid ofanything on earth? How do you know he wasn't? Because he told you so?"

  Still Reuben refused to make any explanations to his companion. He wasaware that Rat was deeply interested, although the cause of hisinterest was not yet apparent.

  "Probably your wonderful Kit," suggested Rat, "caught more beaver, shotand scalped more redskins, killed more deer and buffalo than any otherman in the band."

  "I don't know about that. He never told me. He wasn't the one that toldabout these other things, either. He did say that scouts were alwayssent ahead of the men to find out whether any Indians were near. Everynight they had guards for the camp."

  "They didn't find any Indians, did they?"

  "Not until they came to Salt River. There they found they were likelyto be attacked by the same redskins that had killed the last party oftrappers that had been there."

  "This time I suppose Kit single-handed killed every one o' them?"

  "I don't know; I suppose he did his part. This Mr. Young played a trickon the Indians."

  "What did he do?"

  "Why, he sent a few men ahead and hid the rest of them among the bushesand trees, and then when the Indians saw the little party they did notknow there were any others, so they chased them clear back into thewoods. When they came close to the place where the men were hiding thetrappers all fired their rifles."

  "And killed all the redskins?" laughed Rat.

  "Kit Carson said they killed fifteen. Then the Indians ran and neveronce attacked them again. They did steal their ponies and traps, butthey didn't make any more attacks on them. By the time the men hadreached the headwaters of the San Francisco River they had so manybeaver skins that Mr. Young sent some of the men back to Taos. He keptsome of the best ones, though, to go on with him into California."

  "I suppose he kept Kit Carson, of course?"

  "Yes, sir, he did. It was a terrible time they had, too. There weren'tmany trails and they couldn't find much grass for the horses, or waterfor any one, or even wood enough to make a fire. Out there on thedesert there weren't any buffaloes or deer, but there were enemies thatwere a good deal more dangerous than either of them."

  "What were they?"

  "Hunger and thirst. The men had a little deer meat and some water bagsthey had made of deerskin, and Kit said they were mighty careful everyday when they measured out the water and divided up the meat. When theyhad been out four days, all at once the donkeys stretched out theirnecks and began to run. Everybody knew what that meant."

  "What did it mean?"

  "Why, they had sniffed water somewhere. Pretty soon they came to astream. Kit said he never had anything in his life taste as good asthat water. It didn't seem as if they could get enough. The men restedup a while and then started on again across the desert. On the fourthday they came to Colorado. There they stopped to rest and to cook anold horse which they had bought off the Indians."

  "Pretty fine feast," laughed Rat. "Cold water and horse meat! Which didthey take first--the water or the horse meat?"

  "I don't know. What difference does it make?"

  "Why, I know a man back East who lives on dried apples. He has driedapples for breakfast, cold water for dinner, and swells up for supper.Perhaps the horse meat served in the same way."

  "By and by they came to a mission down in the San Gabriel Valley. Thepriests had taught the Indians there how to make farms. There waseverything one wanted to eat."

  "What did they do? Help themselves?"

  "No, they didn't. They paid for what they took."

  "That's a good un," laughed Rat.

  "They did, for Kit Carson told me so. He said he paid four butcher'sknives for a steer."

  "He might just as well bought the steer without handing over thebutcher's knives."

  "Anyway, the trappers had a good time there. They found lots of beaverand the men had enough to eat and drink. When the warm weather camethey went into camp down on the lower Sacramento. They had enough todo, hunting deer and antelope. Kit Carson then was the best shot in thewhole band. All the men had somehow come to rely upon him."

  "Did he say so?"

  "No, sir, he didn't. He never told me about it, but some other men whowere with him told me, and they said he was the one man the Indianswere afraid of."

  "That's a good un, too," laughed Rat.

  "Well, the men thought so," retorted Reuben angrily. "One of thepriests came over and told Mr. Young how some bad Indians had gone overto an Indian village and wouldn't come out. The priests wanted some ofMr. Young's men to get the runaways. Of course the men said they would,and they said right away that Kit would have to be their leader. So Kittook the men over to the village and told the Indians they must give upthe men for whom they had come, but the big chief said they wouldn't doany such thing."

  "So they had a fight, did they?"

  "Yes, they did."

  "And all the redskins were killed?"

  "No, not all of them, but they lost so many that they gave up the badIndians. One night not long afterward a lot of Indians came into thecamp of the trappers and made off with sixty horses. Kit said most ofthe men were angrier to have their horses stolen than they were to havesome of the men shot. They were mad through and through, and prettysoon twelve of them, w
ith Kit Carson at their head, started after thethieves. They had a long ride across the mountains and through thevalleys, and for a long time they couldn't find any signs of the menthey were after. They went more than one hundred miles before theycaught up with them."

  "Then Kit Carson shot every one of them, I suppose?"

  "No, he didn't. He found the Indians in camp, cooking and eating horsemeat. Without stopping a minute, Kit called to his men, and theystarted straight for the camp. They shot eight the first time, and allthe rest made for the woods."

  "But they didn't get away because Kit Carson chased them into theforest and got them all?"

  "No, he didn't; he told the men to get all the horses that had beenstolen, and then they started straight back for camp. They were luckyto find some one who bought all their beaver skins. When the summer wasover they all started back home, but they kept trapping all the wayalong. They made a lot of money, and every one got a share. He said hedidn't know what to do with the money."

  "Probably he found somebody to tell him?" laughed Rat.

  "Yes, he did. He said he got into all sorts of bad ways that winter. Idon't suppose he was doing anything different from the rest of them,but Kit Carson isn't the kind of a man that could ever find much fun indrinking and gambling. That was about all the other men seemed to carefor."

  "He must be a wonderful man. I think I must try to see him some time.He wouldn't scare me, would he?"

  "No," replied Reuben seriously. "I told you he is as gentle as a girl."

  "I am glad," laughed Rat. As he spoke he extended his huge arm, and ashe clinched his hand Reuben was almost convinced that even Kit Carsonwould be powerless in its grasp.

  "There's our camp," suggested Rat, as he pointed to the defile in thedistance. "There I have got to leave you, if you won't go on with me."

  "No, I have got to find Jean."

  Not long after their arrival, Erastus True, as soon as he had packedhis belongings on the backs of his ponies, bade farewell to Reuben andstarted on his lonely journey northward.

  Reuben had his rifle, his bags of powder and shot, and a saddle andbridle. His pony was dead, but he was hopeful that soon he would findthe missing Jean, and then all his troubles would be ended.