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M. Bower + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Flying U's Last Stand + +Author: B. M. Bower + +Release Date: October 5, 2008 [EBook #1740] +Last Updated: March 9, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE FLYING U'S LAST STAND *** + + + + +Produced by Mary Starr, and David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE FLYING-U'S LAST STAND + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By B. M. Bower + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> <b>THE FLYING U'S LAST STAND</b> </a><br /><br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER 1. </a> OLD WAYS AND NEW + <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER 2. </a> ANDY + GREEN'S NEW ACQUAINTANCE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER 3. + </a> THE KID LEARNS SOME THINGS ABOUT HORSES <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER 4. </a> ANDY TAKES A HAND IN + THE GAME <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER 5. </a> THE + HAPPY FAMILY TURN NESTERS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER 6. + </a> THE FIRST BLOW IN THE FIGHT <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER 7. </a> THE COMING OF THE + COLONY <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER 8. </a> FLORENCE + GRACE HALLMAN SPEAKS PLAINLY <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER + 9. </a> THE HAPPY FAMILY BUYS A BUNCH OF CATTLE <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER 10. </a> WHEREIN ANDY GREEN + LIES TO A LADY <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER 11. </a> A + MOVING CHAPTER IN EVENTS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER 12. + </a> SHACKS, LIVE STOCK AND PILGRIMS PROMPTLY AND PAINFULLY + REMOVED <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER 13. </a> IRISH + WORKS FOR THE CAUSE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER 14. </a> JUST + ONE THING AFTER ANOTHER <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER 15. + </a> THE KID HAS IDEAS OF HIS OWN <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER 16. </a> "A RELL OLD + COWPUNCHER” <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER 17. </a> "LOST + CHILD” <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER 18. </a> THE + LONG WAY ROUND <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER 19. </a> HER + NAME WAS ROSEMARY <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER 20. </a> THE + RELL OLE COWPUNCHER GOES HOME <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0021"> + CHAPTER 21. </a> THE FIGHT GOES ON <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER 22. </a> LAWFUL IMPROVEMENTS + <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER 23. </a> THE + WATER QUESTION AND SOME GOSSIP <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0024"> + CHAPTER 24. </a> THE KID IS USED FOR A PAWN IN THE GAME <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER 25. </a> "LITTLE BLACK + SHACK'S ALL BURNT UP” <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER 26. + </a> ROSEMARY ALLEN DOES A SMALL SUM IN ADDITION <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER 27. </a> "ITS AWFUL EASY TO + GET LOST” <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER 28. </a> AS + IT TURNED OUT <br /><br /> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h1> + THE FLYING U'S LAST STAND + </h1> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 1. OLD WAYS AND NEW + </h2> + <p> + Progress is like the insidious change from youth to old age, except that + progress does not mean decay. The change that is almost imperceptible and + yet inexorable is much the same, however. You will see a community + apparently changeless as the years pass by; and yet, when the years have + gone and you look back, there has been a change. It is not the same. It + never will be the same. It can pass through further change, but it cannot + go back. Men look back sick sometimes with longing for the things that + were and that can be no more; they live the old days in memory—but + try as they will they may not go back. With intelligent, persistent effort + they may retard further change considerably, but that is the most that + they can hope to do. Civilization and Time will continue the march in + spite of all that man may do. + </p> + <p> + That is the way it was with the Flying U. Old J. G. Whitmore fought + doggedly against the changing conditions—and he fought intelligently + and well. When he saw the range dwindling and the way to the watering + places barred against his cattle with long stretches of barbed wire, he + sent his herds deeper into the Badlands to seek what grazing was in the + hidden, little valleys and the deep, sequestered canyons. He cut more hay + for winter feeding, and he sowed his meadows to alfalfa that he might + increase the crops. He shipped old cows and dry cows with his fat steers + in the fall, and he bettered the blood of his herds and raised bigger + cattle. Therefore, if his cattle grew fewer in number, they improved in + quality and prices went higher, so that the result was much the same. + </p> + <p> + It began to look, then, as though J. G. Whitmore was cunningly besting the + situation, and was going to hold out indefinitely against the + encroachments of civilization upon the old order of things on the range. + And it had begun to look as though he was going to best Time at his own + game, and refuse also to grow old; as though he would go on being the same + pudgy, grizzled, humorously querulous Old Man beloved of his men, the + Happy Family of the Flying U. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes, however, Time will fill a four-flush with the joker, and then + laugh while he rakes in the chips. J. G. Whitmore had been going his way + and refusing to grow old for a long time—and then an accident, which + is Time's joker, turned the game against him. He stood for just a second + too long on a crowded crossing in Chicago, hesitating between going + forward or back. And that second gave Time a chance to play an accident. A + big seven-passenger touring car mowed him down and left him in a heap for + the ambulance from the nearest hospital to gather on its stretcher. + </p> + <p> + The Old Man did not die; he had lived long on the open range and he was + pretty tough and hard to kill. He went back to his beloved Flying U, with + a crutch to help him shuffle from bed to easy chair and back again. + </p> + <p> + The Little Doctor, who was his youngest sister, nursed him tirelessly; but + it was long before there came a day when the Old Man gave his crutch to + the Kid to use for a stick-horse, and walked through the living room and + out upon the porch with the help of a cane and the solicitous arm of the + Little Doctor, and with the Kid galloping gleefully before him on the + crutch. + </p> + <p> + Later he discarded the help of somebody's arm, and hobbled down to the + corral with the cane, and with the Kid still galloping before him on + “Uncle Gee Gee's” crutch. He stood for some time leaning against the + corral watching some of the boys halter-breaking a horse that was later to + be sold—when he was “broke gentle”—and then he hobbled back + again, thankful for the soft comfort of his big chair. + </p> + <p> + That was well enough, as far as it went. The Flying U took it for granted + that the Old Man was slowly returning to the old order of life, when + rheumatism was his only foe and he could run things with his old energy + and easy good management. But there never came a day when the Old Man gave + his cane to the kid to play with. There never came a day when he was not + thankful for the soft comfort of his chair. There never came a day when he + was the same Old Man who joshed the boys and scolded them and threatened + them. The day was always coming—of course!—when his back would + quit aching if he walked to the stable and back without a long rest + between, but it never actually arrived. + </p> + <p> + So, imperceptibly but surely, the Old Man began to grow old. The thin spot + on top of his head grew shiny, so that the Kid noticed it and made blunt + comments upon the subject. His rheumatism was not his worst foe, now. He + had to pet his digestive apparatus and cut out strong coffee with three + heaping teaspoons of sugar in each cup, because the Little Doctor told him + his liver was torpid. He had to stop giving the Kid jolty rides on his + knees,—but that was because the Kid was getting too big for baby + play, the Old Man declared. The Kid was big enough to ride real horses, + now, and he ought to be ashamed to ride knee-horses any more. + </p> + <p> + To two things the Old Man clung almost fiercely; the old regime of ranging + his cattle at large and starting out the wagons in the spring just the + same as if twenty-five men instead of twelve went with them; and the + retention of the Happy Family on his payroll, just as if they were + actually needed. If one of the boys left to try other things and other + fields, the Old Man considered him gone on a vacation and expected him + back when spring roundup approached. + </p> + <p> + True, he was seldom disappointed in that. For the Happy Family looked upon + the Flying U as home, and six months was about the limit for straying + afar. Cowpunchers to the bone though they were, they bent backs over + irrigating ditches and sweated in the hay fields just for the sake of + staying together on the ranch. I cannot say that they did it + uncomplainingly—for the bunk-house was saturated to the ridge-pole + with their maledictions while they compared blistered hands and pitchfork + callouses, and mourned the days that were gone; the days when they rode + far and free and scorned any work that could not be done from the saddle. + But they stayed, and they did the ranch work as well as the range work, + which is the main point. + </p> + <p> + They became engaged to certain girls who filled their dreams and all their + waking thoughts—but they never quite came to the point of marrying + and going their way. Except Pink, who did marry impulsively and unwisely, + and who suffered himself to be bullied and called Percy for seven months + or so, and who balked at leaving the Flying U for the city and a vicarious + existence in theaterdom, and so found himself free quite as suddenly as he + had been tied. + </p> + <p> + They intended to marry and settle down—sometime. But there was + always something in the way of carrying those intentions to fulfillment, + so that eventually the majority of the Happy Family found themselves not + even engaged, but drifting along toward permanent bachelorhood. Being of + the optimistic type, however, they did not worry; Pink having set before + them a fine example of the failure of marriage and having returned with + manifest relief to the freedom of the bunk-house. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 2. ANDY GREEN'S NEW ACQUAINTANCE + </h2> + <p> + Andy Green, chief prevaricator of the Happy Family of the Flying U—and + not ashamed of either title or connection—pushed his new Stetson + back off his untanned forehead, attempted to negotiate the narrow passage + into a Pullman sleeper with his suitcase swinging from his right hand, and + butted into a woman who was just emerging from the dressing-room. He + butted into her so emphatically that he was compelled to swing his left + arm out very quickly, or see her go headlong into the window opposite; for + a fullsized suitcase propelled forward by a muscular young man may prove a + very efficient instrument of disaster, especially if it catches one just + in the hollow back of the knee. The woman tottered and grasped Andy + convulsively to save herself a fall, and so they stood blocking the + passage until the porter arrived and took the suitcase from Andy with a + tip-inviting deference. + </p> + <p> + Andy apologized profusely, with a quaint, cowpunchery phrasing that caused + the woman to take a second look at him. And, since Andy Green would look + good to any woman capable of recognizing—and appreciating—a + real man when she saw him, she smiled and said it didn't matter in the + least. + </p> + <p> + That was the beginning of the acquaintance. Andy took her by her plump, + chiffon-veiled arm and piloted her to her seat, and he afterward tipped + the porter generously and had his own belongings deposited in the section + across the aisle. Then, with the guile of a foreign diplomat, he betook + himself to the smoking-room and stayed there for three quarters of an + hour. He was not taking any particular risk of losing the opportunity of + an unusually pleasant journey, for the dollar he had invested in the + goodwill of the porter had yielded the information that the lady was going + through to Great Falls. Since Andy had boarded the train at Harlem there + was plenty of time to kill between there and Dry Lake, which was his + destination. + </p> + <p> + The lady smiled at him rememberingly when finally he seated himself across + the aisle from her, and without any serious motive Andy smiled back. So + presently they were exchanging remarks about the journey. Later on, Andy + went over and sat beside her and conversation began in earnest. Her name, + it transpired, was Florence Grace Hallman. Andy read it engraved upon a + card which added the information that she was engaged in the real estate + business—or so the three or four words implied. “Homemakers' + Syndicate, Minneapolis and St. Paul,” said the card. Andy was visibly + impressed thereby. He looked at her with swift appraisement and decided + that she was “all to the good.” + </p> + <p> + Florence Grace Hallman was tall and daintily muscular as to figure. Her + hair was a light yellow—not quite the shade which peroxide gives, + and therefore probably natural. Her eyes were brown, a shade too close + together but cool and calm and calculating in their gaze, and her eyebrows + slanted upward a bit at the outer ends and were as heavy as beauty + permitted. Her lips were very red, and her chin was very firm. She looked + the successful business woman to her fingertips, and she was eminently + attractive for a woman of that self-assured type. + </p> + <p> + Andy was attractive also, in a purely Western way. His gray eyes were + deceivingly candid and his voice was pleasant with a little, humorous + drawl that matched well the quirk of his lips when he talked. He was + headed for home—which was the Flying U—sober and sunny and + with enough money to see him through. He told Florence Hallman his name, + and said that he lived “up the road a ways” without being too definite. + Florence Hallman lived in Minneapolis, she said; though she traveled most + of the time, in the interests of her firm. + </p> + <p> + Yes, she liked the real estate business. One had a chance to see the + world, and keep in touch with people and things. She liked the West + especially well. Since her firm had taken up the homeseekers' line she + spent most of her time in the West. + </p> + <p> + They had supper—she called it dinner, Andy observed—together, + and Andy Green paid the check, which was not so small. It was after that, + when they became more confidential, that Florence Hallman, with the + egotism of the successful person who believes herself or himself to be of + keen interest to the listener spoke in greater detail of her present + mission. + </p> + <p> + Her firm's policy was, she said, to locate a large tract of government + land somewhere, and then organize a homeseekers' colony, and settle the + land-hungry upon the tract—at so much per hunger. She thought it a + great scheme for both sides of the transaction. The men who wanted claims + got them. The firm got the fee for showing them the land—and certain + other perquisites at which she merely hinted. + </p> + <p> + She thought that Andy himself would be a success at the business. She was + quick to form her opinions of people whom she met, and she knew that Andy + was just the man for such work. Andy, listening with his candid, gray eyes + straying often to her face and dwelling there, modestly failed to agree + with her. He did not know the first thing about the real estate business, + he confessed, nor very much about ranching. Oh, yes—he lived in this + country, and he knew THAT pretty well, but— + </p> + <p> + “The point is right here,” said Florence Grace Hallman, laying her pink + fingertips upon his arm and glancing behind her to make sure that they + were practically alone—their immediate neighbors being still in the + diner. “I'm speaking merely upon impulse—which isn't a wise thing to + do, ordinarily. But—well, your eyes vouch for you, Mr. Green, and we + women are bound to act impulsively sometimes—or we wouldn't be + women, would we?” She laughed—rather, she gave a little, infectious + giggle, and took away her fingers, to the regret of Andy who liked the + feel of them on his forearm. + </p> + <p> + “The point is here. I've recognized the fact, all along, that we need a + man stationed right here, living in the country, who will meet prospective + homesteaders and talk farming; keep up their enthusiasm; whip the doubters + into line; talk climate and soil and the future of the country; look the + part, you understand.” + </p> + <p> + “So I look like a rube, do I?” Andy's lips quirked a half smile at her. + </p> + <p> + “No, of course you don't!” She laid her fingers on his sleeve again, which + was what Andy wanted—what he had intended to bait her into doing; + thereby proving that, in some respects at least, he amply justified Hiss + Hallman in her snap judgment of him. + </p> + <p> + “Of course you don't look like a rube! I don't want you to. But you do + look Western—because you are Western to the bone Besides, you look + perfectly dependable. Nobody could look into your eyes and even think of + doubting the truth of any statement you made to them.” Andy snickered + mentally at that though his eyes never lost their clear candor. “And,” she + concluded, “being a bona fide resident of the country, your word would + carry more weight than mine if I were to talk myself black in the face!” + </p> + <p> + “That's where you're dead wrong,” Andy hastened to correct her. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you must let me have my own opinion, Mr. Green. You would be + convincing enough, at any rate. You see, there is a certain per cent of—let + us call it waste effort—in this colonization business. We have to + reckon on a certain number of nibblers who won't bite”—Andy's + honest, gray eyes widened a hair's breadth at the frankness of her + language—“when they get out here. They swallow the folders we send + out, but when they get out here and see the country, they can't see it as + a rich farming district, and they won't invest. They go back home and + knock, if they do anything. + </p> + <p> + “My idea is to stop that waste; to land every homeseeker that boards our + excursion trains. And I believe the way to do that is to have the right + kind of a man out here, steer the doubtfuls against him—and let his + personality and his experience do the rest. They're hungry enough to come, + you see; the thing is to keep them here. A man that lives right here, that + has all the earmarks of the West, and is not known to be affiliated with + our Syndicate (you could have rigs to hire, and drive the doubtfuls to the + tract)—don't you see what an enormous advantage he'd have? The class + I speak of are the suspicious ones—those who are from Missouri. + They're inclined to want salt with what we say about the resources of the + country. Even our chemical analysis of the soil, and weather bureau dope, + don't go very far with those hicks. They want to talk with someone who has + tried it, you see.” + </p> + <p> + “I—see,” said Andy thoughtfully, and his eyes narrowed a trifle. “On + the square, Miss Hallman, what are the natural advantages out here—for + farming? What line of talk do you give those come-ons?” + </p> + <p> + Miss Hallman laughed and made a very pretty gesture with her two ringed + hands. “Whatever sounds the best to them,” she said. “If they write and + ask about spuds we come back with illustrated folders of potato crops and + statistics of average yields and prices and all that. If it's dairy, we + have dairy folders. And so on. It isn't any fraud—there ARE sections + of the country that produce almost anything, from alfalfa to strawberries. + You know that,” she challenged. + </p> + <p> + “Sure. But I didn't know there was much tillable land left lying around + loose,” he ventured to say. + </p> + <p> + Again Miss Hallman made the pretty gesture, which might mean much or + nothing. “There's plenty of land 'lying around loose,' as you call it. How + do you know it won't produce, till it has been tried?” + </p> + <p> + “That's right,” Andy assented uneasily. “If there's water to put on it—” + </p> + <p> + “And since there is the land, our business lies in getting people located + on it. The towns and the railroads are back of us. That is, they look with + favor upon bringing settlers into the country. It increases the business + of the country—the traffic, the freights, the merchants' business, + everything.” + </p> + <p> + Andy puckered his eyebrows and looked out of the window upon a great + stretch of open, rolling prairie, clothed sparely in grass that was + showing faint green in the hollows, and with no water for miles—as + he knew well—except for the rivers that hurried through narrow + bottom lands guarded by high bluffs that were for the most part barren. + The land was there, all right. But— + </p> + <p> + “What I can't see,” he observed after a minute during which Miss Florence + Hallman studied his averted face, “what I can't see is, where do the + settlers get off at?” + </p> + <p> + “At Easy street, if they're lucky enough,” she told him lightly. “My + business is to locate them on the land. Getting a living off it is THEIR + business. And,” she added defensively, “people do make a living on ranches + out here.” + </p> + <p> + “That's right,” he agreed again—he was finding it very pleasant to + agree with Florence Grace Hallman. “Mostly off stock, though.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and we encourage our clients to bring out all the young stock they + possibly can; young cows and horses and—all that sort of thing. + There's quantities of open country around here, that even the most + optimistic of homeseekers would never think of filing on. They can make + out, all right, I guess. We certainly urge them strongly to bring stock + with them. It's always been famous as a cattle country—that's one of + our highest cards. We tell them—” + </p> + <p> + “How do you do that? Do you go right to them and TALK to them?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, if they show a strong enough interest—and bank account. I + follow up the best prospects and visit them in person. I've talked to + fifty horny-handed he-men in the past month.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I don't see what you need of anyone to bring up the drag,” Andy told + her admiringly. “If you talk to 'em, there oughtn't be any drag!” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you for the implied compliment. But there IS a 'drag,' as you call + it. There's going to be a big one, too, I'm afraid—when they get out + and see this tract we're going to work off this spring.” She stopped and + studied him as a chess player studies the board. + </p> + <p> + “I'm very much tempted to tell you something I shouldn't tell,” she said + at length, lowering her voice a little. “Remember, Andy Green was a very + good looking man, and his eyes were remarkable for their clear, candid + gaze straight into your own eyes. Even as keen a business woman as + Florence Grace Hallman must be forgiven for being deceived by them. I'm + tempted to tell you where this tract is. You may know it.” + </p> + <p> + “You better not, unless you're willing to take a chance,” he told her + soberly. “If it looks too good, I'm liable to jump it myself.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Hallman laughed and twisted her red lips at him in what might be + construed as a flirtatious manner. She was really quite taken with Andy + Green. “I'll take a chance. I don't think you'll jump it. Do you know + anything about Dry Lake, up above Havre, toward Great Falls—and the + country out east of there, towards the mountains?” + </p> + <p> + The fingers of Andy Green closed into his palms. His eyes, however, + continued to look into hers with his most guileless expression. + </p> + <p> + “Y-es—that is, I've ridden over it,” he acknowledged simply. + </p> + <p> + “Well—now this is a secret; at least we don't want those mossback + ranchers in there to get hold of it too soon, though they couldn't really + do anything, since it's all government land and the lease has only just + run out. There's a high tract lying between the Bear Paws and—do you + know where the Flying U ranch is?” + </p> + <p> + “About where it is—yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it's right up there on that plateau—bench, you call it out + here. There are several thousand acres along in there that we're locating + settlers on this spring. We're just waiting for the grass to get nice and + green, and the prairie to get all covered with those blue, blue wind + flowers, and the meadow larks to get busy with their nests, and then we're + going to bring them out and—” She spread her hands again. It seemed + a favorite gesture grown into a habit, and it surely was more eloquent + than words. “These prairies will be a dream of beauty, in a little while,” + she said. “I'm to watch for the psychological time to bring out the + seekers. And if I could just interest you, Mr. Green, to the extent of + being somewhere around Dry Lake, with a good team that you will drive for + hire and some samples of oats and dry-land spuds and stuff that you raised + on your claim—” She eyed him sharply for one so endearingly + feminine. “Would you do it? There'd be a salary, and besides that a + commission on each doubter you landed. And I'd just love to have you for + one of my assistants.” + </p> + <p> + “It sure sounds good,” Andy flirted with the proposition, and let his eyes + soften appreciably to meet her last sentence and the tone in which she + spoke it. “Do you think I could get by with the right line of talk with + the doubters?” + </p> + <p> + “I think you could,” she said, and in her voice there was a cooing note. + “Study up a little on the right dope, and I think you could convince—even + me.” + </p> + <p> + “Could I?” Andy Green knew that cooing note, himself, and one a shade more + provocative. “I wonder!” + </p> + <p> + A man came down the aisle at that moment, gave Andy a keen glance and went + on with a cigar between his fingers. Andy scowled frankly, sighed and + straightened his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “That's what I call hard luck,” he grumbled, “got to see that man before + he gets off the train—and the h—worst of it is, I don't know + just what station he'll get off at.” He sighed again. “I've got a deal + on,” he told her confidentially, “that's sure going to keep me humping if + I pull loose so as to go in with you. How long did you say?” + </p> + <p> + “Probably two weeks, the way spring is opening out here. I'd want you to + get perfectly familiar with our policy and the details of our scheme + before they land. I'd want you to be familiar with that tract and be able + to show up its best points when you take seekers out there. You'd be so + much better than one of our own men, who have the word 'agent' written all + over them. You'll come back and—talk it over won't you?” For Andy + was showing unmistakable symptoms of leaving her to follow the man. + </p> + <p> + “You KNOW it,” he declared in a tone of “I won't sleep nights till this + thing is settled—and settled right.” He gave her a smile that rather + dazzled the lady, got up with much reluctance and with a glance that had + in it a certain element of longing went swaying down the aisle after the + man who had preceded him. + </p> + <p> + Andy's business with the man consisted solely in mixing cigarette smoke + with cigar smoke and of helping to stare moodily out of the window. Words + there were none, save when Andy was proffered a match and muttered his + thanks. The silent session lasted for half an hour. Then the man got up + and went out, and the breath of Andy Green paused behind his nostrils + until he saw that the man went only to the first section in the car and + settled there behind a spread newspaper, invisible to Florence Grace + Hallman unless she searched the car and peered over the top of the paper + to see who was behind. + </p> + <p> + After that Andy Green continued to stare out of the window, seeing nothing + of the scenery but the flicker of telegraph posts before his eyes that + were visioning the future. + </p> + <p> + The Flying U ranch hemmed in by homesteaders from the East, he saw; + homesteaders who were being urged to bring all the stock they could, and + turn it loose upon the shrinking range. Homesteaders who would fence the + country into squares, and tear up the grass and sow grain that might never + bear a harvest. Homesteaders who would inevitably grow poorer upon the + land that would suck their strength and all their little savings and turn + them loose finally to forage a living where they might. Homesteaders who + would ruin the land that ruined them.... It was not a pleasing picture, + but it was more pleasing than the picture he saw of the Flying U after + these human grass hoppers had settled there. + </p> + <p> + The range that fed the Flying U stock would feed no more and hide their + ribs at shipping time. That he knew too well. Old J. G. Whitmore and Chip + would have to sell out. And that was like death; indeed, it IS death of a + sort, when one of the old outfits is wiped out of existence. It had + happened before—happened too often to make pleasant memories for + Andy Green, who could name outfit after outfit that had been forced out of + business by the settling of the range land; who could name dozens of + cattle brands once seen upon the range, and never glimpsed now from spring + roundup until fall. + </p> + <p> + Must the Flying U brand disappear also? The good old Flying U, for whose + existence the Old Man had fought and schemed since first was raised the + cry that the old range was passing? The Flying U that had become a part of + his life? Andy let his cigarette grow cold; he roused only to swear at the + porter who entered with dust cloth and a deprecating grin. + </p> + <p> + After that, Andy thought of Florence Grace Hallman—and his eyes were + not particularly sentimental. There was a hard line about his mouth also; + though Florence Grace Hallman was but a pawn in the game, after all, and + not personally guilty of half the deliberate crimes Andy laid upon her + dimpled shoulders. With her it was pure, cold-blooded business, this + luring of the land-hungry to a land whose fertility was at best + problematical; who would, for a price, turn loose the victims of her greed + to devastate what little grazing ground was left. + </p> + <p> + The train neared Havre. Andy roused himself, rang for the porter and sent + him after his suitcase and coat. Then he sauntered down the aisle, stopped + beside Florence Grace Hallman and smiled down at her with a gleam behind + the clear candor of his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Hard luck, lady,” he murmured, leaning toward her. “I'm just simply + loaded to the guards with responsibilities, and here's where I get off. + But I'm sure glad I met yuh, and I'll certainly think day and night about + you and—all you told me about. I'd like to get in on this land deal. + Fact is, I'm going to make it my business to get in on it. Maybe my way of + working won't suit you—but I'll sure work hard for any boss and do + the best I know how.” + </p> + <p> + “I think that will suit me,” Miss Hallman assured him, and smiled + unsuspectingly up into his eyes, which she thought she could read so + easily. “When shall I see you again? Could you come to Great Falls in the + next ten days? I shall be stopping at the Park. Or if you will leave me + your address—” + </p> + <p> + “No use. I'll be on the move and a letter wouldn't get me. I'll see yuh + later, anyway. I'm bound to. And when I do, we'll get down to cases. Good + bye.” + </p> + <p> + He was turning away when Miss Hallman put out a soft, jewelled hand. She + thought it was diffidence that made Andy Green hesitate perceptibly before + he took it. She thought it was simply a masculine shyness and confusion + that made him clasp her fingers loosely and let them go on the instant. + She did not see him rub his palm down the leg of his dark gray trousers as + he walked down the aisle, and if she had she would not have seen any + significance in the movement. + </p> + <p> + Andy Green did that again before he stepped off the train. For he felt + that he had shaken hands with a traitor to himself and his outfit, and it + went against the grain. That the traitor was a woman, and a charming woman + at that, only intensified his resentment against her. A man can fight a + man and keep his self respect; but a man does mortally dread being forced + into a position where he must fight a woman. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 3. THE KID LEARNS SOME THINGS ABOUT HORSES + </h2> + <p> + The Kid—Chip's Kid and the Little Doctor's—was six years old + and big for his age. Also he was a member in good standing of the Happy + Family and he insisted upon being called Buck outside the house; within it + the Little Doctor insisted even more strongly that he answer to the many + endearing names she had invented for him, and to the more formal one of + Claude, which really belonged to Daddy Chip. + </p> + <p> + Being six years old and big for his age, and being called Buck by his + friends, the Happy Family, the Kid decided that he should have a + man's-sized horse of his own, to feed and water and ride and proudly call + his “string.” Having settled that important point, he began to cast about + him for a horse worthy his love and ownership, and speedily he decided + that matter also. + </p> + <p> + Therefore, he ran bareheaded up to the blacksmith shop where Daddy Chip + was hammering tunefully upon the anvil, and delivered his ultimatum from + the door way. + </p> + <p> + “Silver's going to be my string, Daddy Chip, and I'm going to feed him + myself and ride him myself and nobody else can touch him 'thout I say they + can.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes?” Chip squinted along a dully-glowing iron bar, laid it back upon the + anvil and gave it another whack upon the side that still bulged a little. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and I'm going to saddle him myself and everything. And I want you to + get me some jingling silver spurs like Mig has got, with chains that hang + away down and rattle when you walk.” The Kid lifted one small foot and + laid a grimy finger in front of his heel by way of illustration. + </p> + <p> + “Yes?” Chip's eyes twinkled briefly and immediately became intent upon his + work. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and Doctor Dell has got to let me sleep in the bunk-house with the + rest of the fellers. And I ain't going to wear a nightie once more! I + don't have to, do I, Daddy Chip? Not with lace on it. Happy Jack says I'm + a girl long as I wear lace nighties, and I ain't a girl. Am I, Daddy + Chip?” + </p> + <p> + “I should say not!” Chip testified emphatically, and carried the iron bar + to the forge for further heating. + </p> + <p> + “I'm going on roundup too, tomorrow afternoon.” The Kid's conception of + time was extremely sketchy and had no connection whatever with the + calendar. “I'm going to keep Silver in the little corral and let him sleep + in the box stall where his leg got well that time he broke it. I 'member + when he had a rag tied on it and teased for sugar. And the Countess has + got to quit a kickin' every time I need sugar for my string. Ain't she, + Daddy Chip? She's got to let us men alone or there'll be something doing!” + </p> + <p> + “I'd tell a man,” said Chip inattentively, only half hearing the war-like + declaration of his offspring—as is the way with busy fathers. + </p> + <p> + “I'm going to take a ride now on Silver. I guess I'll ride in to Dry Lake + and get the mail—and I'm 'pletely outa the makings, too.” + </p> + <p> + “Uh-hunh—a—what's that? You keep off Silver. He'll kick the + daylights out of you, Kid. Where's your hat? Didn't your mother tell you + she'd tie a sunbonnet on you if you didn't keep your hat on? You better + hike back and get it, young man, before she sees you.” + </p> + <p> + The Kid stared mutinously from the doorway. “You said I could have Silver. + What's the use of having a string if a feller can't ride it? And I CAN + ride him, and he don't kick at all. I rode him just now, in the little + pasture to see if I liked his gait better than the others. I rode Banjo + first and I wouldn't own a thing like him, on a bet. Silver'll do me till + I can get around to break a real one.” + </p> + <p> + Chip's hand dropped from the bellows while he stared hard at the Kid. “Did + you go down in the pasture and—Words failed him just then. + </p> + <p> + “I'd TELL a man I did!” the Kid retorted, with a perfect imitation of + Chip's manner and tone when crossed. “I've been trying out all the darned + benchest you've got—and there ain't a one I'd give a punched nickel + for but Silver. I'd a rode Shootin' Star, only he wouldn't stand still so + I could get onto him. Whoever broke him did a bum job. The horse I break + will stand, or I'll know the reason why. Silver'll stand, all right. And I + can guide him pretty well by slapping his neck. You did a pretty fair job + when you broke Silver,” the Kid informed his father patronizingly. + </p> + <p> + Chip said something which the Kid was not supposed to hear, and sat + suddenly down upon the stone rim of the forge. It had never before + occurred to Chip that his Kid was no longer a baby, but a most adventurous + man-child who had lived all his life among men and whose mental + development had more than kept pace with his growing body. He had laughed + with the others at the Kid's quaint precociousness of speech and at his + frank worship of range men and range life. He had gone to some trouble to + find a tractable Shetland pony the size of a burro, and had taught the Kid + to ride, decorously and fully protected from accident. + </p> + <p> + He and the Little Doctor had been proud of the Kid's masculine traits as + they manifested themselves in the management of that small specimen of + horse flesh. That the Kid should have outgrown so quickly his content with + Stubby seemed much more amazing than it really was. He eyed the Kid + doubtfully for a minute, and then grinned. + </p> + <p> + “All that don't let you out on the hat question,” he said, evading the + real issue and laying stress upon the small matter of obedience, as is the + exasperating habit of parents. “You don't see any of the bunch going + around bareheaded. Only women and babies do that.” + </p> + <p> + “The bunch goes bareheaded when they get their hats blowed off in the + creek,” the Kid pointed out unmoved. “I've seen you lose your hat mor'n + once, old timer. That's nothing.” He sent Chip a sudden, adorable smile + which proclaimed him the child of his mother and which never failed to + thrill Chip secretly,—it was so like the Little Doctor. “You lend me + your hat for a while, dad,” he said. “She never said what hat I had to + wear, just so it's a hat. Honest to gran'ma, my hat's in the creek and I + couldn't poke it out with a stick or anything. It sailed into the swimmin' + hole. I was goin' to go after it,” he explained further, “but—a + snake was swimmin—and I hated to 'sturb him.” + </p> + <p> + Chip drew a sharp breath and for one panicky moment considered imperative + the hiring of a body-guard for his Kid. + </p> + <p> + “You keep out of the pasture, young man!” His tone was stern to match his + perturbation. “And you leave Silver alone—” + </p> + <p> + The Kid did not wait for more. He lifted up his voice and wept in + bitterness of spirit. Wept so that one could hear him a mile. Wept so that + J. G. Whitmore reading the Great Falls Tribune on the porch, laid down his + paper and asked the world at large what ailed that doggoned kid now. + </p> + <p> + “Dell, you better go see what's wrong,” he called afterwards through the + open door to the Little Doctor, who was examining a jar of germ cultures + in her “office.” “Chances is he's fallen off the stable or something—though + he sounds more mad than hurt. If it wasn't for my doggoned back—” + </p> + <p> + The Little Doctor passed him hurriedly. When her man-child wept, it Needed + no suggestion from J. G. or anyone else to send her flying to the rescue. + So presently she arrived breathless at the blacksmith shop' and found Chip + within, looking in urgent Need of reinforcements, and the Kid yelling + ragefully beside the door and kicking the log wall with vicious boot-tees. + </p> + <p> + “Shut up now or I'll spank you!” Chip was saying desperately when his wife + appeared. “I wish you'd take that Kid and tie him up, Dell,” he added + snappishly. “Here he's been riding all the horses in the little pasture—and + taking a chance on breaking his neck! And he ain't satisfied with Stubby—he + thinks he's entitled to Silver!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, why not? There, there, honey—men don't cry when things go + wrong—” + </p> + <p> + “No—because they can take it out in cussing!” wailed the Kid. “I + wouldn't cry either, if you'd let me swear all I want to!” + </p> + <p> + Chip turned his back precipitately and his shoulders were seen to shake. + The Little Doctor looked shocked. + </p> + <p> + “I want Silver for my string!” cried the Kid, artfully transferring his + appeal to the higher court. “I can ride him—'cause I have rode him, + in the pasture; and he never bucked once or kicked or anything. Doggone + it, he likes to have me ride him! He comes a-runnin' up to me when I go + down there, and I give him sugar. And then he waits till I climb on his + back, and then we chase the other horses and play ride circle. He wants to + be my string!” Something in the feel of his mother's arm around his + shoulder whispered hope to the Kid. He looked up at her with his most + endearing smile. “You come down there and I'll show you,” he wheedled. + “We're pals. And I guess YOU wouldn't like to have the boys call you Tom + Thumb, a-ridin' Stubby. He's nothing but a five-cent sample of a horse. + Big Medicine says so. I—I'd rather walk than ride Stubby. And I'm + going on roundup. The boys said I could go when I get a real horse under + me—and I want Silver. Daddy Chip said 'yes' I could have him. And + now he's Injun-giver. Can't I have him, Doctor Dell?” + </p> + <p> + The gray-blue eyes clashed with the brown. “It wouldn't hurt anything to + let the poor little tad show us what he can do,” said the gray-blue eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Oh—all right,” yielded the brown, and their owner threw the iron + bar upon the cooling forge and began to turn down his sleeves. “Why don't + you make him wear a hat?” he asked reprovingly. “A little more and he + won't pay any attention to anything you tell him. I'd carry out that + sunbonnet bluff, anyway, if I were you.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, Daddy Chip! I 'splained to you how I lost my hat,” reproached the + Kid, clinging fast to the Little Doctor's hand. + </p> + <p> + “Yes—and you 'splained that you'd have gone into that deep hole and + drowned—with nobody there to pull you out—if you hadn't been + scared of a water snake,” Chip pointed out relentlessly. + </p> + <p> + “I wasn't 'zactly scared,” amended the Kid gravely. “He was havin' such a + good time, and he was swimmin' around so—comf'table—and it + wasn't polite to 'sturb him. Can't I have Silver?” + </p> + <p> + “We'll go down and ask Silver what he thinks about it,” said the Little + Doctor, anxious to make peace between her two idols. “And we'll see if + Daddy Chip can get the hat. You must wear a hat, honey; you know what + mother told you—and you know mother keeps her word.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish dad did,” the Kid commented, passing over the hat question. “He + said I could have Silver, and keep him in a box stall and feed him my own + self and water him my own self and nobody's to touch him but me.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, if daddy said all that—we'll have to think it over, and + consult Silver and see what he has to say about it.” + </p> + <p> + Silver, when consulted, professed at least a willingness to own the Kid + for his master. He did indeed come trotting up for sugar; and when he had + eaten two grimy lumps from the Kid's grimier hand, he permitted the Kid to + entice him up to a high rock, and stood there while the Kid clambered upon + the rock and from there to his sleek back. He even waited until the Kid + gathered a handful of silky mane and kicked him on the ribs; then he + started off at a lope, while the Kid risked his balance to cast a + triumphant grin—that had a gap in the middle—back at his + astonished parents. + </p> + <p> + “Look how the little devil guides him!” exclaimed Chip surrenderingly. “I + guess he's safe enough, old Silver seems to sabe he's got a kid to take + care of. He sure would strike a different gait with me! Lord how the time + slides by; I can't seem to get it through me that the Kid's growing up.” + </p> + <p> + The Little Doctor sighed a bit. And the Kid, circling grandly on the far + side of the little pasture, came galloping back to hear the verdict. It + pleased him—though he was inclined to mistake a great privilege for + a right that must not be denied. He commanded his Daddy Chip to open the + gate for him so he could ride Silver to the stable and put him in the box + stall; which was a superfluous kindness, as Chip tried to point out and + failed to make convincing. + </p> + <p> + The Kid wanted Silver in the box stall, where he could feed him and water + him his own self. So into the box stall Silver reluctantly went, and spent + a greater part of the day with his head stuck out through the window, + staring enviously at his mates in the pasture. + </p> + <p> + For several days Chip watched the Kid covertly whenever his small feet + strayed stableward; watched and was full of secret pride at the manner in + which the Kid rose to his new responsibility. Never did a “string” receive + the care which Silver got, and never did rider sit more proudly upon his + steed than did the Kid sit upon Silver. There seemed to be practically no + risk—Chip was amazed at the Kid's ability to ride. Besides, Silver + was growing old—fourteen years being considered ripe old age in a + horse. He was more given to taking life with a placid optimism that did + not startle easily. He carried the Kid's light weight easily, and he had + not lost all his springiness of muscle. The Little Doctor rode him + sometimes, and loved his smooth gallop and his even temper; now she loved + him more when she saw how careful he was of the Kid. She besought the Kid + to be careful of Silver also, and was most manfully snubbed for her + solicitude. + </p> + <p> + The Kid had owned Silver for a week, and considered that he was qualified + to give advice to the Happy Family, including his Daddy Chip, concerning + the proper care of horses. He stood with his hands upon his hips and his + feet far apart, and spat into the corral dust and told Big Medicine that + nobody but a pilgrim ever handled a horse the way Big Medicine was + handling Deuce. Whereat Big Medicine gave a bellowing haw-haw-haw and + choked it suddenly when he saw that the Kid desired him to take the + criticism seriously. + </p> + <p> + “All right, Buck,” he acceded humbly, winking openly at the Native Son. + “I'll try m'best, old-timer. Trouble with me is, I never had nobody to + learn me how to handle a hoss.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you've got me, now,” Buck returned calmly. “I don't ride MY string + without brushing the hay out of his tail. There's a big long hay stuck in + your horse's tail.” He pointed an accusing finger, and Big Medicine + silently edged close to Douce's rump and very carefully removed the big, + long hay. He took a fine chance of getting himself kicked, but he did not + tell the Kid that. + </p> + <p> + “That all right now, Buck?” Big Medicine wanted to know, when he had + accomplished the thing without accident. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it'll do,” was the frugal praise he got. “I've got to go and feed my + string, now. And after a while I'll water him. You want to feed your horse + always before you water him, 'cause eatin' makes him firsty. You 'member + that, now.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll sure try to, Buck,” Big Medicine promised soberly, and watched the + Kid go striding away with his hat tilted at the approved Happy-Family + angle and his small hands in his pockets. Big Medicine was thinking of his + own kid, and wondering what he was like, and if he remembered his dad. He + waved his hand in cordial farewell when the Kid looked back and wrinkled + his nose in the adorable, Little-Doctor smile he had, and turned his + attention to Deuce. + </p> + <p> + The Kid made straight for the box stall and told Silver hello over the + half door. Silver turned from gazing out of the window, and came forward + expectantly, and the Kid told him to wait a minute and not be so + impatience Then he climbed upon a box, got down a heavy canvas nose-bag + with leather bottom, and from a secret receptacle behind the oats box he + brought a paper bag of sugar and poured about a teacupful into the bag. + Daddy Chip had impressed upon him what would be the tragic consequences if + he fed oats to Silver five times a day. Silver would die, and it would be + the Kid that killed him. Daddy Chip had not said anything about sugar + being fatal, however, and the Countess could not always stand guard over + the sugar sack. So Silver had a sweet taste in his mouth twelve hours of + the twenty-four, and was getting a habit of licking his lips reminiscently + during the other twelve. + </p> + <p> + The Kid had watched the boys adjust nose bags ever since he could toddle. + He lugged it into the stall, set it artfully upon the floor and let Silver + thrust in his head to the eyes: then he pulled the strap over Silver's + neck and managed to buckle it very securely. He slapped the sleek neck + afterward as his Daddy Chip did, hugged it the way Doctor Dell did, and + stood back to watch Silver revel in the bag. + </p> + <p> + “'S good lickums?” he asked gravely, because he had once heard his mother + ask Silver that very question, in almost that very tone. + </p> + <p> + At that moment an uproar outside caught his youthful attention. He + listened a minute, heard Pink's voice and a shout of laughter, and ran to + see what was going on; for where was excitement, there the Kid was also, + as nearly in the middle of it as he could manage. His going would not have + mattered to Silver, had he remembered to close the half-door of the stall + behind him; even that would not have mattered, had he not left the outer + door of the stable open also. + </p> + <p> + The cause of the uproar does not greatly matter, except that the Kid + became so rapturously engaged in watching the foolery of the Happy Family + that he forgot all about Silver. And since sugar produces thirst, and + Silver had not smelled water since morning, he licked the last sweet grain + from the inside of the nose bag and then walked out of the stall and the + stable and made for the creek—and a horse cannot drink with a nose + bag fastened over his face. All he can do, if he succeeds in getting his + nose into the water, is to drown himself most expeditiously and + completely. + </p> + <p> + Silver reached the creek unseen, sought the deepest hole and tried to + drink. Since his nose was covered with the bag he could not do so but he + fussed and splashed and thrust his head deeper until the water ran into + the bag from the top. He backed and snorted and strangled, and in a minute + he fell. Fortunately he struggled a little, and in doing so he slid + backward down the bank so that his head was up the slope a and the water + ran out of the bag, which was all that saved him. + </p> + <p> + He was a dead horse, to all appearances at least, when Slim spied him and + gave a yell to bring every human being on the ranch at a run. The Kid came + with the rest, gave one scream and hid his face in the Little Doctor's + skirts, and trembled so that his mother was more frightened for him than + for the horse, and had Chip carry him to the house where he could not + watch the first-aid efforts of the Happy Family. + </p> + <p> + They did not say anything, much. By their united strength they pulled + Silver up the bank so that his limp head hung downward. Then they began to + work over him exactly as if he had been a drowned man, except that they + did not, of course, roll him over a barrel. They moved his legs backward + and forward, they kneaded his paunch, they blew into his nostrils, they + felt anxiously for heart-beats. They sweated and gave up the fight, saying + that it was no use. They saw a quiver of the muscles over the chest and + redoubled their efforts, telling one another hopefully that he was alive, + all right. They saw finally a quiver of the nostrils as well, and one + after another they laid palms upon his heart, felt there a steady beating + and proclaimed the fact profanely. + </p> + <p> + They pulled him then into a more comfortable position where the sun shone + warmly and stood around him in a crude circle and watched for more + pronounced symptoms of recovery, and sent word to the Kid that his string + was going to be all right in a little while. + </p> + <p> + The information was lost upon the Kid, who wept hysterically in his Daddy + Chip's arms listen to anything they told him. He had seen Silver stretched + out dead, with his back in the edge of the creek and his feet sprawled at + horrible angles, and the sight obsessed him and forbade comfort. He had + killed his string; nothing was clear in his mind save that, and he + screamed with his face hidden from his little world. + </p> + <p> + The Little Doctor, with anxious eyes and puckered eyebrows, poured + something into a teaspoon and helped Chip fight to get it down the Kid's + throat. And the Kid shrieked and struggled and strangled, as is the way of + kids the world over, and tried to spit out the stuff and couldn't, so he + screamed the louder and held his breath until he was purple, and his + parents were scared stiff. The Old Man hobbled to the door in the midst of + the uproar and asked them acrimoniously why they didn't make that doggoned + Kid stop his howling; and when Chip, his nerves already strained to the + snapping point, told him bluntly to get out and mind his own business, he + hobbled away again muttering anathemas against the whole outfit. + </p> + <p> + The Countess rushed in from out of doors and wanted to know what under the + shinin' sun was the matter with that kid, and advised his frantic parents + to throw water in his face. Chip told her exactly what he had told the Old + Man, in exactly the same tone; so the Countess retreated, declaring that + he wouldn't be let to act that way if he was her kid, and that he was + plumb everlastingly spoiled. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family heard the disturbance and thought the Kid was being + spanked for the accident, which put every man of them in a fighting humor + toward Chip, the Little Doctor, the Old Man and the whole world. Pink even + meditated going up to the White House to lick Chip—or at least tell + him what he thought of him—and he had plenty of sympathizers; though + they advised him half-heartedly not to buy in to any family mixup. + </p> + <p> + It was into this storm centre that Andy Green rode headlong with his own + burden of threatened disaster. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 4. ANDY TAKES A HAND IN THE GAME + </h2> + <p> + Andy Green was a day late in arriving at the Flying U. First he lost time + by leaving the train thirty miles short of the destination marked on his + ticket, and when he did resume his journey on the next train, he traveled + eighty-four miles beyond Dry Lake, which landed him in Great Falls in the + early morning. There, with the caution of a criminal carefully avoiding a + meeting with Miss Hallman, he spent an hour in poring over a plat of a + certain section of Chouteau County, and in copying certain description of + unoccupied land. + </p> + <p> + He had not slept very well the night before and he looked it. He had + cogitated upon the subject of land speculations and the welfare of his + outfit until his head was one great, dull ache; but he stuck to his + determination to do something to block the game of the Homeseekers' + Syndicate. Just what that something would be he had not yet decided. But + on general principles it seemed wise to learn all he could concerning the + particular tract of land about which Florence Grace Hallman had talked. + </p> + <p> + The day was past when range rights might be defended honorably with rifles + and six-shooters and iron nerved men to use them—and I fear that + Andy Green sighed because it was so. Give him the “bunch” and free swing, + and he thought the Homeseekers would lose their enthusiasm before even the + first hot wind blew up from the southwest to wither their crops. But such + measures were not to be thought of; if they fought at all they must fight + with the law behind them—and even Andy's optimism did not see much + hope from the law; none, in fact, since both the law and the moneyed + powers were eager for the coming of homebuilders into that wide land. All + up along the Marias they had built their board shacks, and back over the + benches as far as one could see. There was nothing to stop them, + everything to make their coming easy. + </p> + <p> + Andy scowled at the plat he was studying, and admitted to himself that it + looked as though the Home Seekers' Syndicate were going to have things + their own way; unless—There he stuck. There must be some way out; + never in his life had he faced a situation which had been absolutely + hopeless; always there had been some chance to win, if a man only saw it + in time and took it. In this case it was the clerk in the office who + pointed the way with an idle remark. + </p> + <p> + “Going to take up a claim, are you?” + </p> + <p> + Andy looked up at him with the blank stare of preoccupation, and changed + expression as the question filtered into his brain and fitted somehow into + the puzzle. He grinned, said maybe he would, folded the sheet of paper + filled with what looked like a meaningless jumble of letters and figures, + bought a plat of that township and begged some government pamphlets, and + went out humming a little tune just above a whisper. At the door he tilted + his hat down at an angle over his right eye and took long, eager steps + toward an obscure hotel and his meagre baggage. + </p> + <p> + There was no train going east until midnight, and he caught that train. + This time he actually got off at Dry Lake, ate a hurried breakfast, got + his horse out of the livery stable and dug up the dust of the lane with + rapid hoof-beats so that he rode all the way to the first hill followed by + a rolling, gray cloud that never quite caught him. + </p> + <p> + When he rode down the Hog's Back he saw the Happy Family bunched around + some object on the creek-bank, and he heard the hysterical screaming of + the Kid up in the house, and saw the Old Man limping excitedly up and down + the porch. A man less astute than Andy Green would have known that some + thing had happened. He hurried down the last slope, galloped along the + creek-bottom, crossed the ford in a couple of leaps and pulled up beside + the group that surrounded Silver. + </p> + <p> + “What's been taking place here?” he demanded curiously, skipping the usual + greetings. + </p> + <p> + “Hell,” said the Native Son succinctly, glancing up at him. + </p> + <p> + “Old Silver looked over the fence into Kingdom Come,” Weary enlarged the + statement a little. “Tried to take a drink with a nose bag on. I guess + he'll come through all right.” + </p> + <p> + “What ails the Kid?” Andy demanded, glancing toward the house whence + issued a fresh outburst of shrieks. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family looked at one another and then at the White House. + </p> + <p> + “Aw, some folks hain't got a lick of sense when it comes to kids,” Big + Medicine accused gruffly. + </p> + <p> + “The Kid,” Weary explained, “put the nose bag on Silver and then left the + stable door open.” + </p> + <p> + “They ain't—spanking him for it, are they?” Andy demanded + belligerently. “By gracious, how'd a kid know any better? Little bit of a + tad like that—” + </p> + <p> + “Aw, they don't never spank the Kid!” Slim defended the parents loyally. + “By golly, they's been times when I would-a spanked him, if it'd been me. + Countess says it's plumb ridiculous the way that Kid runs over 'em—rough + shod. If he's gittin' spanked now, it's the first time.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Andy, looking from one to another and reverting to his own + worry as he swung down from his sweating horse, “there's something worse + than a spanked kid going to happen to this outfit if you fellows don't get + busy and do something. There's a swarm of dry-farmers coming in on us, + with their stock to eat up the grass and their darned fences shutting off + the water—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, for the Lord's sake, cut it out!” snapped Pink. “We ain't in the mood + for any of your joshes. We've had about enough excitement for once.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, don't be a damn' fool,” Andy snapped back. “There's no josh about it. + I've got the whole scheme, just as they framed it up in Minneapolis. I got + to talking with a she-agent on the train, and she gave the whole snap + away; wanted me to go in with her and help land the suckers. I laid low, + and made a sneak to the land office and got a plat of the land, and all + the dope—” + </p> + <p> + “Get any mail?” Pink interrupted him, in the tone that took no notice + whatever of Andy's ill news. + </p> + <p> + “Time I was hearing from them spurs I sent for.” Andy silently went + through his pockets and produced what mail he had gleaned from the + post-office, and led his horse into the shade of the stable and pulled off + the saddle. Every movement betrayed the fact that he was in the grip of + unpleasant emotions, but to the Happy Family he said not another word. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family did not notice his silence at the time. But afterwards, + when the Kid had stopped crying and Silver had gotten to his feet and + wobbled back to the stable, led by Chip, who explained briefly and + satisfactorily the cause of the uproar at the house, and the boys had + started up to their belated dinner, they began to realize that for a + returned traveler Andy Green was not having much to say. + </p> + <p> + They asked him about his trip, and received brief answers. Had he been + anyone else they would have wanted to know immediately what was eatin' on + him; but since it was Andy Green who sat frowning at his toes and smoking + his cigarette as though it had no comfort or flavor, the boldest of them + were cautious. For Andy Green, being a young man of vivid imagination and + no conscience whatever, had fooled them too often with his lies. They + waited, and they watched him covertly and a bit puzzled. + </p> + <p> + Silence and gloom were not boon companions of Andy Green, at any time. So + Weary, having the most charitable nature of any among them, sighed and + yielded the point of silent contention. + </p> + <p> + “What was all that you started to tell us about the dry-farmers, Andy?” he + asked indulgently. + </p> + <p> + “All straight goods. But there's no use talking to you bone-heads. You'll + set around chewing the rag and looking wise till it's too late to do + anything but holler your heads off.” He got up from where he had been + lounging on a bench just outside the mess house and walked away, with his + hands thrust deep into his pockets and his shoulders drooped forward. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family looked after him doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + “Aw, it's just some darned josh uh his,” Happy Jack declared. “I know + HIM.” + </p> + <p> + “Look at the way he slouches along—like he was loaded to the ears + with trouble!” Pink pointed out amusedly. “He'd fool anybody that didn't + know him, all right.” + </p> + <p> + “And he fools the fellows that do know him, oftener than anybody else,” + added the Native Son negligently. “You're fooled right now if you think + that's all acting. That HOMBRE has got something on his mind.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, by golly, it ain't dry-farmers,” Slim asserted boldly. + </p> + <p> + “If you fellows wouldn't say it was a frame-up between us two, I'd go + after him and find out. But...” + </p> + <p> + “But as it stands, we'd believe Andy Green a whole lot quicker'n what we + would you,” supplemented Big Medicine loudly. “You're dead right there.” + </p> + <p> + “What was it he said about it?” Weary wanted to know. “I wasn't paying + much attention, with the Kid yelling his head off and old Silver gaping + like a sick turkey, and all. What was it about them dryfarmers?” + </p> + <p> + “He said,” piped Pink, “that he'd got next to a scheme to bring a big + bunch of dry-farmers in on this bench up here, with stock that they'd turn + loose on the range. That's what he said. He claims the agent wanted him to + go in on it.” + </p> + <p> + “Mamma!” Weary held a match poised midway between his thigh and his + cigarette while he stared at Pink. “That would be some mixup—if it + was to happen.” His sunny blue eyes—that were getting little + crow's-feet at their corners—turned to look after the departing + Andy. “Where's the josh?” he questioned the group. + </p> + <p> + “The josh is, that he'd like to see us all het up over it, and makin' + war-talks and laying for the pilgrims some dark night with our six-guns, + most likely,” retorted Pink, who happened to be in a bad humor because in + ten minutes he was due at a line of post-holes that divided the big + pasture into two unequal parts. “He can't agitate me over anybody's + troubles but my own. Happy, I'll help Bud stretch wire this afternoon if + you'll tamp the rest uh them posts.” + </p> + <p> + “Aw, you stick to your own job! How was it when I wanted you to help pull + the old wire off that hill fence and git it ready to string down here? You + wasn't crazy about workin' with bob wire then, I noticed. You said—” + </p> + <p> + “What I said wasn't a commencement to what I'll say again,” Pink began + truculently, and so the subject turned effectually from Andy Green. + </p> + <p> + Weary smoked meditatively while they wrangled, and when the group broke up + for the afternoon's work he went unobtrusively in search of Andy. He was + not quite easy in his mind concerning the alleged joke. He had looked full + at the possibilities of the situation—granting Andy had told the + truth, as he sometimes did—and the possibilities had not pleased + him. He found Andy morosely replacing some broken strands in his cinch, + and he went straight at the mooted question. + </p> + <p> + Andy looked up from his work and scowled. “This ain't any joke with me,” + he stated grimly. “It's something that's going to put the Flying U out of + business if it ain't stopped before it gets started. I've been worrying my + head off ever since day before yesterday; I ain't in the humor to take + anything off those imitation joshers up there—I'll tell yuh that + much.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but how do you figure it can be stopped?” Weary sat soberly down on + the oats box and absently watched Andy's expert fingers while they knotted + the heavy cotton cord through the cinch-ring. “We can't stand 'em off with + guns.” + </p> + <p> + Andy dropped the cinch and stood up, pushing back his hat and then pulling + it forward into place with the gesture he used when he was very much in + earnest. “No, we can't. But if the bunch is game for it there's a way to + block their play—and the law does all our fighting for us. We don't + have to yeep. It's like this, Weary counting Chip and the Little Doctor + and the Countess there's eleven of us that can use our rights up here on + the bench. I've got it all figured out. If we can get Irish and Jack Bates + to come back and help us out, there's thirteen of us. And we can take + homesteads along the creeks and deserts back on the bench, and—say, + do you know how much land we can corral, the bunch of us? Four thousand + acres and if we take our claims right, that's going to mean that we get a + dead immortal cinch on all the bench land that's worth locating, around + here, and we'll have the creeks, and also we'll have the breaks corralled + for our own stock. + </p> + <p> + “I've gone over the plat—I brought a copy to show you fellows what + we can do. And by taking up our claims right, we keep a deadline from the + Bear Paws to the Flying U. Now the Old Man owns Denson's ranch, all south + uh here is fairly safe—unless they come in between his south line + and the breaks; and there ain't room for more than two or three claims + there. Maybe we can get some of the boys to grab what there is, and string + ourselves out north uh here too. + </p> + <p> + “That's the only way on earth we can save what little feed there is left. + This way, we get the land ourselves and hold it, so there don't any + outside stock come in on us. If Florence Grace Hallman and her bunch lands + any settlers here, they'll be between us and Dry Lake; and they're dead + welcome to squat on them dry pinnacles—so long as we keep their + stock from crossing our claims to get into the breaks. Savvy the burro?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes-s—but how'd yuh KNOW they're going to do all this? Mamma! I + don't want to turn dry-farmer if I don't have to!” + </p> + <p> + Andy's face clouded. “That's just what'll block the game, I'm afraid. I + don't want to, either. None of the boys'll want to. It'll mean going up + there and baching, six or seven months of the year, by our high lonesomes. + We'll have to fulfill the requirements, if we start in—because them + pilgrims'll be standing around like dogs at a picnic, waiting for + something to drop so they can grab it and run. It ain't going to be any + snap. + </p> + <p> + “And there's another thing bothers me, Weary. It's going to be one peach + of a job to make the boys believe it hard enough to make their entries in + time.” Andy grinned wrily. “By gracious, this is where I could see a + gilt-edged reputation for telling the truth!” + </p> + <p> + “You could, all right,” Weary agreed sympathetically. “It's going to + strain our swallowers to get all that down, and that's a fact. You ought + to have some proof, if you want the boys to grab it, Andy.” His face + sobered. “Who is this Florence person? If you could get some kinda proof—a + letter, say...” + </p> + <p> + “Easiest thing in the world!” Andy brightened at the suggestion. “She's + stopping at the Park, in Great Falls, and she wanted me to come up or + write. Anybody going to town right away? I'll send that foxy dame a letter + that'll produce proof enough. You've helped ma a lot, Weary.” + </p> + <p> + Weary scrutinized him sharply and puckered his lips into a doubtful + expression. “I wish I knew for a fact whether all this is straight goods, + Andy,” he said pensively. “Chances are you're just stringing me. But if + you are, old boy, I'm going to take it outa your hide—and don't you + forget that.” He grinned at his own mental predicament. “Honest, Andy, is + this some josh, or do you mean it?” + </p> + <p> + “By gracious, I wish it was a josh! But it ain't, darn it. In about two + weeks or so you'll all see the point of this joke—but whether the + joke's on us or on the homeseekers' Syndicate depends on you fellows. + Lord! I wish I'd never told a lie!” + </p> + <p> + Weary sat knocking his heels rhythmically against the side of the box + while he thought the matter over from start to hypothetical finish and + back again. Meanwhile Andy Green went on with his work and scowled over + his well-earned reputation that hampered him now just when he needed the + confidence of his fellows in order to save their beloved Flying U from + slow annihilation. Perhaps his mental suffering could not rightly be + called remorse, but a poignant regret it most certainly was, and a sense + of complete bafflement which came out in his next sentence. + </p> + <p> + “Even if she wrote me a letter, the boys'd call it a frame-up just the + same. They'd say I had it fixed before I left town. Doctor Cecil's up at + the Falls. They'd lay it to her.” + </p> + <p> + “I was thinking of that, myself. What's the matter with getting Chip to go + up with you? Couldn't you ring him in on the agent somehow, so he can get + the straight of it?” + </p> + <p> + Andy stood up and looked at Weary a minute. “How'd I make Chip believe me + enough to GO?” he countered. “Darn it, everything looked all smooth + sailing till I got back here to the ranch and the boys come at me with + that same old smart-aleck brand uh talk. I kinda forgot how I've lied to + 'em and fooled 'em right along till they duck every time I open my face.” + His eyes were too full of trouble to encourage levity in his listener. + “You remember that time the boys' rode off and left me laying out here on + the prairie with my leg broke?” he went on dismally. “I'd rather have that + happen to me a dozen times than see 'em set back and give me the laugh + now, just when—Oh, hell!” He dropped the finished cinch and walked + moodily to the door. “Weary, if them dry-farmers come flockin' in on us + while this bunch stands around callin' me a liar, I—” He did not + attempt to finish the sentence; but Weary, staring curiously at Andy's + profile, saw a quivering of the muscles around his lips and felt a + responsive thrill of sympathy and belief that rose above his long training + in caution. + </p> + <p> + Spite of past experience he believed, at that moment, every word which + Andy Green had uttered upon the subject of the proposed immigration. He + was about to tell Andy so, when Chip walked unexpectedly out of Silver's + stall and glanced from Weary to Andy standing still in the doorway. Weary + looked at him enquiringly; for Chip must have heard every word they said, + and if Chip believed it— + </p> + <p> + “Have you got that plat with you, Andy?” Chip asked tersely and with never + a doubt in his tone. + </p> + <p> + Andy swung toward him like a prisoner who has just heard a jury return a + verdict of not guilty to the judge. “I've got it, yes,” he answered + simply, with only his voice betraying the emotions he felt—and his + eye? “Want it?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll take a look at it, if it's handy,” said Chip. + </p> + <p> + Andy felt in his inside coat pocket, drew out a thin, folded map of that + particular part of the county with all the government land marked upon it, + and handed it to Chip without a word. He singled out a couple of pamphlets + from a bunch of old letters such as men are in the habit of carrying upon + their persons, and gave them to Chip also. + </p> + <p> + “That's a copy of the homestead and desert laws,” he said. “I guess you + heard me telling Weary what kinda deal we're up against, here. Better not + say anything to the Old Man till you have to; no use worrying him—he + can't do nothing.” It was amazing, the change that had come over Andy's + face and manner since Chip first spoke. Now he grinned a little. + </p> + <p> + “If you want to go in on this deal,” he said quizzically, “maybe it'll be + just as well if you talk to the bunch yourself about it, Chip. You ain't + any tin, angel, but I'm willing to admit the boys'll believe you; a whole + lot quicker than they would me.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—and they'll probably hand me a bunch of pity for getting stung + by you,” Chip retorted. “I'll take a chance, anyway—but the Lord + help you, Andy if you can't produce proof when the time comes.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 5. THE HAPPY FAMILY TURN NESTERS + </h2> + <p> + “Say, Andy, where's them dry-farmers?” Big Medicine inquired at the top of + his voice when the Happy Family had reached the biscuit-and-syrup stage of + supper that evening. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, they're trying to make up their minds whether to bring the old + fannin'-mill along or sell it and buy new when they get here,” Andy + informed him imperturbably. “The women-folks are busy going through their + rag bags, cutting the buttons off all the pants that ain't worth patching + no more, and getting father's socks all darned up.” + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family snickered appreciatively; this was more like the Andy + Green with whom they were accustomed to deal. + </p> + <p> + “What's daughter doin', about now?” asked Cal Emmett, fixing his round, + baby-blue stare upon Andy. + </p> + <p> + “Daughter? Why, daughter's leaning over the gate telling him she wouldn't + never LOOK at one of them wild cowboys—the idea! She's heard all + about 'em, and they're too rough and rude for HER. And she's promising to + write every day, and giving him a lock of hair to keep in the back of his + dollar watch. Pass the cane Juice, somebody.” + </p> + <p> + “Yeah—all right for daughter. If she's a good looker we'll see if + she don't change her verdict about cowboys.” + </p> + <p> + “Who will? You don't call yourself one, do yuh?” Pink flung at him + quickly. + </p> + <p> + “Well, that depends; I know I ain't any LADY broncho—hey, cut it + out!” This last because of half a biscuit aimed accurately at the middle + of his face. If you want to know why, search out the history of a certain + War Bonnet Roundup, wherein Pink rashly impersonated a lady + broncho-fighter. + </p> + <p> + “Wher'e they going to live when they git here?” asked Happy Jack, + reverting to the subject of dry farmers. + </p> + <p> + “Close enough so you can holler from here to their back door, my boy—if + they have their say about it,” Andy assured him cheerfully. Andy felt that + he could afford to be facetious now that he had Chip and Weary on his + side. + </p> + <p> + “Aw, gwan! I betche there ain't a word of truth in all that scarey talk,” + Happy Jack fleered heavily. + </p> + <p> + “Name your bet. I'll take it.” Andy filled his mouth with hot biscuit and + stirred up the sugar in his coffee like a man who is occupied chiefly with + the joys of the table. + </p> + <p> + “Aw, you ain't going to git me that way agin,” Happy Jack declared. + “They's some ketch to it.” + </p> + <p> + “There sure is, Happy. The biggest ketch you ever seen in your life. It's + ketch the Flying U outfit and squeeze the life out of it; that's the + ketch.” Andy's tone had in it no banter, but considerable earnestness. + For, though Chip would no doubt convince the boys that the danger was very + real, there was a small matter of personal pride to urge Andy into trying + to convince, them himself, without aid from Chip or any one else. + </p> + <p> + “Well, by golly, I'd like to see anybody try that there scheme,” blurted + Slim. “That's all—I'd just like to see 'em TRY it once!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you'll see it, all right—and you won't have to wait long, + either. Just set around on your haunches a couple of weeks or so. That's + all you'll have to do, Slim; you'll see it tried, fast enough.” + </p> + <p> + Pink eyed him with a wide, purple glance. “You'd like to make us fall for + that, wouldn't you?” he challenged warily. + </p> + <p> + Andy gave him a level look. “No, I wouldn't. I'd like to put one over on + you smart gazabos that think you know it all; but I don't want to bad + enough to see the Flying U go outa business just so I could holler + didn't-I-tell-you. There's a limit to what I'll pay for a josh.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” put in the Native Son with his easy drawl, “I'm coming to the + centre with my ante, just for the sake of seeing the cards turned. Deal + 'em out, amigo; state your case once more, so we can take a good, square + look at these dry-farmers.” + </p> + <p> + “Yeah—go ahead and tell us what's bustin' the buttons off your + vest,” Cal Emmett invited. + </p> + <p> + “What's the use?” Andy argued. “You'd all just raise up on your hind legs + and holler your heads off. You wouldn't DO anything about it—not if + you knew it was the truth!” This, of course, was pure guile upon his part. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, wouldn't we? I guess, by golly, we'd do as much for the outfit as + what you would—and a hull lot more if it come to a show-down.” Slim + swallowed the bait. + </p> + <p> + “Maybe you would, if you could take it out in talking,” snorted Andy. “My + chips are in. I've got three-hundred-and-twenty acres picked out, up here, + and I'm going to file on 'em before these damned nesters get off the + train. Uh course, that won't be more'n a flea bite—but I can make it + interesting for my next door neighbors, anyway; and every flea bite helps + to keep a dog moving, yuh know.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll go along and use my rights,” Weary offered suddenly and seriously. + “That'll make one section they won't get, anyway.” + </p> + <p> + Pink gave him a startled look across the table. “You ain't going to grab + it, are yuh?” he demanded disappointedly. + </p> + <p> + “I sure am—if it's three-hundred-and-twenty acres of land you mean. + If I don't, somebody else will.” He sighed humorously. “Next summer you'll + see me hoeing spuds, most likely—if the law says I GOT to.” + </p> + <p> + “Haw-haw-haw-w!” laughed Big Medicine suddenly. “It'd sure be worth the + price, jest to ride up and watch you two marks down on all fours weedin' + onions.” He laughed again with his big, bull-like bellow. + </p> + <p> + “We don't have to do anything like that if we don't want to,” put in Andy + Green calmly. “I've been reading up on the law. There's one little joker + in it I've got by heart. It says that homestead land can be used for + grazing purposes if it's more valuable for pasture than for crops, and + that actual grazing will be accepted instead of cultivation—if it is + grazing land. So—” + </p> + <p> + “I betche you can't prove that,” Happy lack interrupted him. “I never + heard of that before—” + </p> + <p> + “The world's plumb full of things you never heard of, Happy,” Andy told + him witheringly. “I gave Chip my copy of the homestead laws, and a plat of + the land up here; soon as he hands 'em back I can show you in cold print + where it says that very identical thing. + </p> + <p> + “That's what makes it look good to me, just on general principles,” he + went on, his honest, gray eyes taking in the circle of attentive faces. + “If the bunch of us could pool our interests and use what rights we got, + we can corral about four thousand acres—and we can head off + outsiders from grazing in the Badlands, if we take our land right. We've + been overlooking a bet, and don't you forget it. We've been fooling + around, just putting in our time and drawing wages, when we could be + owning our own grazing land by now and shipping our own cattle, if we had + enough sense to last us overnight. + </p> + <p> + “A-course, I ain't crazy about turning nester, myself—but we've let + things slide till we've got to come through or get outa the game. It's a + fact, boys, about them dry-farmers coming in on us. That Minneapolis bunch + that the blonde lady works for is sending out a colony of farmers to take + up this land between here and the Bear Paws. The lady tipped her hand, not + knowing where I ranged and thinking I wouldn't be interested in anything + but her. She's a real nice lady, too, and goodlooking—but a grafter + to her last eye winker. And she hit too close home to suit me, when she + named the place where they're going to dump their colony.” + </p> + <p> + “Where does the graft come in?” inquired Pink cautiously. “The farmers get + the land, don't they?” + </p> + <p> + “Sure, they get the land. And they pungle up a good-sized fee to Florence + Grace Hallman and her outfit, for locating 'em. Also there's side money in + it, near as I can find out. They skin the farmers somehow on the fare out + here. That's their business, according to the lady. They prowl around + through the government plats till they spot a few thousand acres of land + in a chunk; they take a look at it, maybe, and then they boom it like + hell, and get them eastern marks hooked—them with money, the lady + said. Then they ship a bunch out here, locate 'em on the land and leave it + up to THEM, whether they scratch a living or not. She said they urge the + rubes to bring all the stock they can, because there's plenty of range + left. She says they play that up big. You can see for yourself how that'll + work out, around here!” + </p> + <p> + Pink eyed him attentively, and suddenly his dimples stood deep. “All + right, I'm It,” he surrendered. + </p> + <p> + “It'd be a sin not to fall for a yarn like that, Andy. I expect you made + it all up outa your own head, but that's all right. It's a pleasure to be + fooled by a genius like you. I'll go raising turnips and cabbages myself.” + </p> + <p> + “By golly, you couldn't raise nothing but hell up on that dry bench,” Slim + observed ponderously. “There ain't any water. What's the use uh talking + foolish?” + </p> + <p> + “They're going to tackle it, just the same,” Andy pointed out patiently. + </p> + <p> + “Well, by golly, if you ain't just lyin' to hear yourself, that there + graftin' bunch had oughta be strung up!” + </p> + <p> + “Sure, they had. Nobody's going to argue about that. But seeing we can't + do that, the next best thing is to beat them to it. If they came out here + with their herd of pilgrims and found the land all took up—” Andy + smiled hypnotically upon the goggling group. + </p> + <p> + “Haw-haw-haw-w!” bawled Big Medicine. “It'd be wuth it, by cripes!” + </p> + <p> + “Yeah—it would, all right. If that talk Andy's been giving us is + straight, about grazing the land instead uh working it—” + </p> + <p> + “You can mighty quick find out,” Andy retorted. “Go up and ask Chip for + them land laws, and that plat. And ask him what he thinks about the deal. + You don't have to take my word for it.” Andy grinned virtuously and pushed + back his chair. From their faces, and the remarks they had made, he felt + very confident of the ultimate decision. “What about you, Patsy?” he asked + suddenly, turning to the bulky, bald German cook who was thumping bread + dough in a far corner. “You got any homestead or desert rights you ain't + used?” + </p> + <p> + “Py cosh, I got all der rights dere iss,” Patsy returned querulously. “I + got more rights as you shmartys. I got soldier's rights mit fightin'. Und + py cosh, I use him too if dem fellers coom by us mit der dry farms + alreatty!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you son-of-a-gun!” Andy smote him elatedly upon a fat shoulder. + “What do you know about old Patsy for a dead game sport? By gracious, that + makes another three hundred and twenty to the good. Gee, it's lucky this + bunch has gone along turning up their noses at nesters and thinkin' they + couldn't be real punchers and hold down claims too. If any of us had had + sense enough to grab a piece of land and settle down to raise families, + we'd be right up against it now. We'd have to set back and watch a bunch + of down-east rubes light down on us like flies on spilt molasses, and we + couldn't do a thing.” + </p> + <p> + “As it is, we'll all turn nesters for the good of the cause!” finished + Pink somewhat cynically, getting up and following Cal and Slim to the + door. + </p> + <p> + “Aw, I betche they's some ketch to it!” gloomed Happy Jack. “I betche Andy + jest wants to see us takin' up claims on that dry bench, and then set back + and laugh at us fer bitin' on his josh.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you'll have the claims, won't you. And if you hang onto them + there'll be money in the deal some day. Why, darn your bomb-proof skull, + can't you get it into your system that all this country's bound to settle + up?” Andy's eyes snapped angrily. “Can't you see the difference between us + owning the land between here and the mountains, and a bunch of outsiders + that'll cut it all up into little fields and try to farm it. If you can't + see that, you better go hack a hole in your head with an axe, so an idea + can squeeze in now and then when you ain't looking!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I betche there ain't no colony comin' to settle that there bench,” + Happy Jack persisted stubbornly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes there is, by cripes!” trumpeted Big Medicine behind him. “Yes there + is! And that there colony is goin' to be us, and don't you forget it. It's + time I was doin' somethin' fer that there boy uh mine, by cripes! And soon + as we git that fence strung I'm goin' to hit the trail fer the nearest + land office. Honest to grandma, if Andy's lyin' it's goin' to be the + prof't'blest lie HE ever told, er anybody else. I don't care a cuss about + whether them dry-farmers is fixin' to light here or not. That there + land-pool looks good to ME, and I'm comin' in on it with all four feet!” + </p> + <p> + Big Medicine was nothing less than a human land slide when once he threw + himself into anything, be it a fight or a frolic. Now he blocked the way + to the door with his broad shoulders and his big bellow and his + enthusiasm, and his pale, frog-like eyes fixed their protruding stare + accusingly upon the reluctant ones. + </p> + <p> + “Cal, you git up there and git that plat and bring it here,” he ordered. + “And fer criminy sakes git that table cleared off, Patsy, so's't we kin + have a place to lay it! What's eatin' on you fellers, standin' around like + girls to a party, waitin' fer somebody to come up and ast you to dance! + Ain't you got head enough to see what a cinch we got, if we only got sense + enough to play it! Honest to grandma you make me sick to look at yuh! Down + in Conconino County the boys wouldn't stand back and wait to be + purty-pleased into a thing like this. You're so scared Andy's got a josh + covered up somewheres, you wouldn't take a drink uh whisky if he ast yuh + up to the bar! You'd pass up a Chris'mas turkey, by cripes, if yuh seen + Andy washin' his face and lookin' hungry! You'd—” + </p> + <p> + What further reproach he would have heaped upon them was interrupted by + Chip, who opened the door just then and bumped Big Medicine in the back. + In his hand Chip carried the land plat and the pamphlets, and in his keen, + brown eyes he carried the light of battle for his outfit. The eyes of Andy + Green sent bright glances from him to Big Medicine, and on to the others. + He was too wise then to twit those others with their unbelief. His wisdom + went farther than that; for he remained very much in the background of the + conversation and contented himself with answering, briefly and truthfully, + the questions they put to him about Florence Grace Hallman and the things + she had so foolishly divulged concerning her plans. + </p> + <p> + Chip spread the plat upon an end of the table hastily and effectually + cleared by a sweep of Big Medicine's arm, and the Happy Family crowded + close to stare down at the checker-board picture of their own familiar + bench land. They did not doubt, now—nor did they Hang back + reluctantly. Instead they followed eagerly the trail Chip's + cigarette-yellowed finger took across the map, and they listened intently + to what he said about that trail. + </p> + <p> + The clause about grazing the land, he said, simplified matters a whole + lot. It was a cinch you couldn't turn loose and dry-farm that land and + have even a fair chance of reaping a harvest. But as grazing land they + could hold all the land along One Man Creek—and that was a lot. And + the land lying back of that, and higher up toward the foothills, they + could take as desert. And he maintained that Andy had been right in his + judgment: If they all went into it and pulled together they could stretch + a line of claims that would protect the Badland grazing effectually. + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn't ask you fellows to go into this,” said Chip, straightening + from his stooping over the map and looking from one sober face to another, + “just to help the outfit. But it'll be a good thing for you boys. It'll + give you a foothold—something better than wages, if you stay with + your claims and prove up. Of course, I can't say anything about us buying + out your claims—that's fraud, according to Hoyle; but you ain't + simple-minded—you know your land won't be begging for a buyer, in + case you should ever want to sell. + </p> + <p> + “There's another thing. This will not only head off the dry-farmers from + overstocking what little range is left—it'll make a dead-line for + sheep, too. We've been letting 'em graze back and forth on the bench back + here beyond our leased land, and not saying much, so long as they didn't + crowd up too close, and kept going. With all our claims under fence, do + you realize what that'll mean for the grass?” + </p> + <p> + “Josephine! There's feed for considerable stock, right over there on our + claims, to say nothing of what we'll cover,” exclaimed Pink. + </p> + <p> + “I'd tell a man! And if we get water on the desert claims—” Chip + grinned down at him. “See what we've been passing up, all this time. We've + had some of it leased, of course—but that can't be done again. + There's been some wire-pulling, and because we ain't politicians we got + turned down when the Old Man wanted to renew the lease. I can see now why + it was, maybe. This dry-farm business had something to do with it, if you + ask me.” + </p> + <p> + “Gee whiz! And here we've been calling Andy a liar,” sighed Cal Emmett. + </p> + <p> + “Aw, jest because he happened to tell the truth once, don't cut no ice,” + Happy Jack maintained with sufficient ambiguity to avert the natural + consequences. + </p> + <p> + “Of course, it won't be any gold-mine,” Chip added dispassionately. “But + it's worth picking up, all right; and if it'll keep out a bunch of + tight-fisted settlers that don't give a darn for anything but what's + inside their own fence, that's worth a lot, too.” + </p> + <p> + “Say, my dad's a farmer,” Pink declared defiantly in his soft treble. “And + while I think of it, them eastern farmers ain't so worse—not the + brand I've seen, anyway. They're narrow, maybe—but they're human. + Damn it, you fellows have got to quit talking about 'em as if they were + blackleg stock or grasshoppers or something.” + </p> + <p> + “We ain't saying nothing aginst farmers AS farmers, Little One” Big + Medicine explained forebearingly. “As men, and as women, and as kids, + they're mighty nice folks. My folks have got an eighty-acre farm in + Wisconsin,” he confessed unexpectedly, “and I think a pile of 'em. But if + they was to come out here, trying to horn in on our range, I'd lead 'em + gently to the railroad, by cripes, and tell 'em goodbye so's't they'd know + I meant it! Can't yuh see the difference?” he bawled, goggling at Pink + with misleading savageness in his ugly face. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I see,” Pink admitted mildly. “I only just wanted to remind you + fellows that I don't mean anything personal and I don't want you to. Say, + what about One Man Coulee?” he asked suddenly. “That's marked vacant on + the map. I always thought—” + </p> + <p> + “Sure, you did!” Chip grinned at him wisely, “because we used it for a + line camp, you thought we owned a deed to it. Well, we don't. We had that + land leased, is all.” + </p> + <p> + “Say, by golly, I'll file on that, then,” Slim declared selfishly. For One + Man coulee, although a place of gruesome history, was also desirable for + one or two reasons. There was wood, for instance, and water, and a cabin + that was habitable. There was also a fence on the place, a corral and a + small stable. “If Happy's ghost don't git to playin' music too much,” he + added with his heavy-handed wit. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir! You ain't going to have One Man coulee unless Andy, here, says + he don't want it!” shouted Big Medicine. “I leave it to Chip if Andy + hadn't oughta have first pick. He's the feller that's put us onto this, by + cripes, and he's the feller that's going to pick his claim first.” + </p> + <p> + Chip did not need to sanction that assertion. The whole Happy Family + agreed unanimously that it should be so, except Slim, who yielded a bit + unwillingly. + </p> + <p> + Till midnight and after, they bent heads over the plat and made plans for + the future and took no thought whatever of the difficulties that might lie + before them. For the coming colony they had no pity, and for the balked + schemes of the Homeseekers' Syndicate no compunctions whatever. + </p> + <p> + So Andy Green, having seen his stratagem well on the way to success, and + feeling once more the well-earned confidence of his fellows, slept soundly + that night in his own bed, serenely sure of the future. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 6. THE FIRST BLOW IN THE FIGHT + </h2> + <p> + Letters went speeding to Irish and Jack Bates, absent members of the Happy + Family of the Flying U; letters that explained the situation with profane + completeness, set forth briefly the plan of the proposed pool, and which + importuned them to come home or make haste to the nearest land-office and + file upon certain quarter-sections therein minutely described. Those men + who would be easiest believed wrote and signed the letters, and certain + others added characteristic postscripts best calculated to bring results. + </p> + <p> + After that, the Happy Family debated upon the boldness of going in a body + to Great Falls to file upon their claims, or the caution of proceeding + instead to Glasgow where the next nearest land-office might be found. Slim + and Happy Jack favored caution and Glasgow. The others sneered at their + timidity, as they were wont to do. + </p> + <p> + “Yuh think Florence Grace Hallman is going to stand guard with a six-gun?” + Andy challenged at last. “She's tied up till her colony gets there. She + can't file on all that land herself, can she?” He smiled reminiscently. + “The lady asked me to come up to the Falls and see her,” he said softly. + “I'm going. The rest of you can take the same train, I reckon—she + won't stop you from it, and I won't. And who's to stop you from filing? + The land's there, open for settlement. At least it was open, day before + yesterday.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, by golly, the sooner we go the better,” Slim declared fussily. + “That fencin' kin wait. We gotta go and git back before Chip wants to + start out the wagons, too.” + </p> + <p> + “Listen here, hombres,” called the Native Son from the window, where he + had been studying the well-thumbed pamphlet containing the homestead law. + “If we want to play dead safe on this, we all better quit the outfit + before we go. Call for our time. I don't like the way some of this stuff + reads.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't like the way none of it reads,” grumbled Happy Jack. “I betche we + can't make it go; they's some ketch to it. We'll never git a patent. I'll + betche anything yuh like.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, pull out of the game, then!” snapped Andy Green, whose nerves were + beginning to feel the strain put upon them. + </p> + <p> + “I ain't in it yet,” said Happy Jack sourly, and banged the door shut upon + his departure. + </p> + <p> + Andy scowled and returned to studying the map. Finally he reached for his + hat and gloves in the manner of one who has definitely made up his mind to + some thing. + </p> + <p> + “Well, the rest of you can do as you darned please,” he delivered his + ultimatum from the doorway. “I'm going to catch up my horse, draw a + month's wages and hit the trail. I can catch the evening train to the + Falls, easy, and be ready to file on my chunk first thing in the morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Ain't in any rush, are yuh?” Pink inquired facetiously. “If I had my + dinner settled and this cigarette smoked, I might go along—provided + you don't take the trail with yuh.” + </p> + <p> + “Hold on, boys, and listen to this,” the Native Son called out + imperatively. “I think we better get a move on, too; but we want to get a + fair running start, and not fall over this hump. Listen here! We've got to + swear that it is not for the benefit of any other person, persons or + corporation, and so on; and farther along it says we must not act in + collusion with any person, persons or corporation, to give them the + benefit of the land. There's more of the same kind, too, but you see—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, who's acting in collusion? What's collusion mean anyhow?” Slim + demanded aggressively. + </p> + <p> + “It means what we're aiming to do—if anybody could prove it on us,” + explained the Native Son. “My oldest brother's a lawyer, and I caught some + of it from him. And my expert, legal advice is this: to get into a row + with the Old Man, maybe—anyway, quit him cold, so we get our time. + We must let that fact percolate the alleged brains of Dry Lake and + vicinity—and if we give any reason for taking claims right under the + nose of the Flying U, why, we're doing it to spite the Old Man. Sabe? + Otherwise we're going to have trouble—unless that colony scheme is + just a pipe dream of Andy's.” + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family had learned to respect the opinions of the Native Son, + whose mixture of Irish blood with good Castilian may have had something to + do with his astuteness. Once, as you may have heard, the Native Son even + scored in a battle of wits with Andy Green, and scored heavily. And he had + helped Andy pull the Flying U out of an extremely ticklish situation, by + his keen wit saving the outfit much trouble and money. Wherefore they + heeded now his warning to the extent of unsmilingly discussing the + obstacle he had pointed out to them. One after another they read the + paragraph which they had before passed over too hastily, and sensed the + possibilities of its construction. Afterward they went into serious + consultation as to ways and means, calling Happy Jack back so that he + might understand thoroughly what must be done. For the Happy Family was + nothing if not thorough, and their partisanship that had been growing + insensibly stronger through the years was roused as it had not been since + Dunk Whittaker drove sheep in upon the Flying U. + </p> + <p> + The Old Man, having eaten a slice of roast pork the size of his two hands, + in defiance of his sister's professional prohibition of the indulgence, + was sitting on the sunny side of the porch trying to ignore the first + uneasy symptoms of indigestion. The Little Doctor had taken his pipe away + from him that morning, and had badgered him into taking a certain + decoction whose taste lingered bitterly. The paper he was reading was four + days old and he disagreed with its political policy, and there was no + telling when anyone would have time to go in after the mail and his + favorite paper. Ranch work was growing heavier each year in proportion to + the lightening of range work. He was going to sow another twenty acres of + alfalfa, and to do that he must cut down the size of his pasture—something + that always went against the grain. He had not been able to renew his + lease of government land,—which also went against the grain. And the + Kid, like the last affliction which the Lord sent unto Job—I've + forgotten whether that was boils or the butchery of his offspring—came + loping down the length of the porch and kicked the Old Man's bunion with a + stubby boot-toe. + </p> + <p> + Thus was born the psychological moment when the treachery of the Happy + Family would cut deepest. + </p> + <p> + They came, bunched and talking low-voiced together with hatbrims hiding + shamed eyes, a type-true group of workers bearing a grievance. Not a man + was absent—the Happy Family saw to that! Even Patsy, big and sloppy + and bearing with him stale kitchen odors, limped stolidly in the rear + beside Slim, who looked guilty as though he had been strangling somebody's + favorite cat. + </p> + <p> + The Old Man, bent head-foremost over his growing paunch that he might + caress his outraged bunion, glared at them with belligerent curiosity from + under his graying eyebrows. The group came on and stopped short at the + steps—and I don't suppose the Happy Family will ever look such + sneaks again whatever crime they may commit. The Old Man straightened with + a grunt of pain because of his lame back, and waited. Which made it all + the harder for the Happy Family, especially for Andy Green who had been + chosen spokesman—for his sins perhaps. + </p> + <p> + “We'd like our time,” blurted Andy after an unpleasant silence, and fixed + his eyes frigidly upon the lowest rung of the Old Man's chair. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you would, hunh? The whole bunch of yuh?” The Old Man eyed them + incredulously. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, the whole bunch of us. We're going to quit.” + </p> + <p> + The Old Man's jaw dropped a little, but his eyes didn't waver from their + Hangdog faces. “Well, I never coaxed a man to stay yet,” he stated grimly, + “and I'm gittin' too old in the business to start coaxin' now. Dell!” He + turned stiffly in his chair so that he faced the open door. “Bring me my + time and check books outa the desk!” + </p> + <p> + A gray hardness came slowly to the Old Man's face while he waited, his + seamed hands gripping the padded arms of his chair. A tightness pulled at + his lips behind the grizzled whiskers. It never occurred to him now that + the Happy Family might be perpetrating one of their jokes. He had looked + at their faces, you see. They meant to quit him—quit him cold just + as spring work was beginning. They were ashamed of themselves, of course; + they had a right to be ashamed, he thought bitterly. It hurt—hurt so + that he would have died before he would ask for excuse, reason, grievance, + explanation—for whatever motive impelled them. So he waited, and he + gripped the arms of his chair, and he clamped his mouth shut and did not + speak a word. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family had expected him to swear at them stormily; to accuse + them of vile things; to call them such names as his memory could seize + upon or his ingenuity invent. They had been careful to prepare a list of + plausible reasons for leaving then. They had first invented a gold rumor + that they hoped would sound convincing, but Andy had insisted upon telling + him straightforwardly that they did not favor fence-building and + ditch-digging and such back-breaking toil; that they were range men and + they demanded range work or none; that if they must dig ditches and build + fences and perform like menial tasks, they preferred doing it for + themselves. “That,” said Andy, “makes us out such dirty, low-down + sons-of-guns we'd have to climb a tree to look a snake in the eye, but + it's got the grain of truth that'll make it go down. We DON'T love this + farming graft, and the Old Man knows it. He's heard us kicking often + enough. That's where it'll git him. He'll believe this last stretch of + fence is what made us throw him down, and he'll be so mad he'll cuss us + out till the neighbors'll think the smoke's a prairie fire. We'll get our + time, all right' and the things he'll say will likely make us so hot we + can all talk convincing when we hit town. Keep a stiff upper lip, boys. We + got to do it, and he'll make us mad, so it won't be as hard as you + imagine.” + </p> + <p> + The theory was good, and revealed a knowledge of human nature that made + one cease to wonder why Andy was a prince of convincing liars. The theory + was good—nothing in the world was the matter with it, except that in + this particular instance it did not work. The Old Man did not ask for + their reasons, excuses or explanations. Neither did he say anything or do + anything to make them mad. He just sat there, with his face gray and hard, + and said nothing at all. + </p> + <p> + The Little Doctor appeared with the required books and a fountain pen; saw + the Happy Family standing there like condemned men at the steps; saw the + Old Man's face, and trembled wide-eyed upon the verge of speech. Then she + decided that this was no time for questioning and hurried, still wide of + eye, away from sight of them. The Happy Family did not look at one another—they + looked chiefly at the wall of the house. + </p> + <p> + The Old Man reckoned the wages due each one, and wrote a check for the + exact amount. And he spoke no word that did not intimately concern the + matter in hand. He still had that gray, hard look in his face that froze + whatever explanation they would otherwise have volunteered. And when he + handed the last man—who was Patsy—his check, he got up stiffly + and turned his back on them, and went inside and closed the door while yet + they lingered, waiting to explain. + </p> + <p> + At the bunk-house, whence they walked silently, Slim turned suddenly upon + their leader. His red face had gone a sallow white, and the whites of his + eyes were veined with red. + </p> + <p> + “If that there land business falls down anywhere because you lied to us, + Andy Green' I'll kill you fer this” he stated flatly. + </p> + <p> + “If it Does, Slim, I'll stand and let yuh shoot me as full of lead as you + like,” Andy promised, in much the same tone. Then he strove to shake off + the spell of the Old Man's stricken silence. “Buck up, boys. He'll thank + us for what we aim to do—when he knows all about it.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it seems to me,” sighed Weary lugubriously, “we mighta managed it + without hitting the Old Man a wallop in the back, like that.” + </p> + <p> + “How'n hell did I know he'd take it the way he did?” Andy questioned + sharply, and began throwing his personal belongings into his “war-bag” as + if he had a grudge against his own clothes. + </p> + <p> + “Aw, looks to me like he was glad to git shet of us!” grumbled Happy Jack. + “I betche he's more tickled than sorry, right now.” + </p> + <p> + It was an exceedingly unhappy Family that rode up the Hog's Back upon + their private mounts, and away from the Flying U; in spite of Chip's + assurance that he would tell the Old Man all about it as soon as he could, + it was an ill-humored Family that rode into Dry Lake and cashed their + several checks at the desk of the General store which also did an informal + banking business, and afterwards took the train for Great Falls. + </p> + <p> + The news spread through the town that old J. G. Whitmore had fired the + Happy Family in a bunch for some unforgivable crime against the peace and + dignity of the outfit, and that the boys were hatching up some scheme to + get even. From the gossip that was rolled relishfully upon the tongues of + the Dry Lake scandal lovers, the Happy Family must have been more than + sufficiently convincing. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 7. THE COMING OF THE COLONY + </h2> + <p> + If you would see northern Montana at its most beautiful best, you should + see it in mid-May when the ground-swallows are nesting and the meadow + larks are puffing their throats and singing of their sweet ecstasy with + life; when curlews go sailing low over the green, grassy billows, peering + and perking with long bills thrust rapier-wise through the sunny + stillness, and calling shrilly, “Cor-r-ECK, cor-r-eck!”—which, I + take it, is simply their opinion of world and weather given tersely in + plain English. You should see the high prairies then, when all the world + is a-shimmer with green velvet brocaded brightly in blue and pink and + yellow flower-patterns; when the heat waves go quivering up to meet the + sun, so that the far horizons wave like painted drop-scenes stirred by a + breeze; when a hypnotic spell of peace and bright promises is woven over + the rangeland—you should see it then, if you would love it with a + sweet unreason that will last you through all the years to come. + </p> + <p> + The homeseekers' Syndicate, as represented by Florence Grace Hallman—she + of the wheat-yellow hair and the tempting red lips and the narrow, + calculating eyes and stubborn chin—did well to wait for the spell of + the prairies when the wind flowers and the lupines blue the hillsides and + the new grass paints green the hollows. + </p> + <p> + There is in us all a deep-rooted instinct to create, and never is that + instinct so nearly dominant as in the spring when the grass and the + flowers and the little, new leaves and the birds all sing the song of + Creation together. Then is when case-hardened city dwellers study the + bright array of seed-packets in the stores, and meditate rashly upon the + possibilities of back-yard gardening. Then is when the seasoned + country-dwellers walk over their farms in the sunset and plan largely for + harvest time. Then is when the salaried-folk read avidly the real-estate + advertisements, and pore optimistically over folders and dream of chicken + ranches and fruit ranches and the like. Surely, then, the homeseekers' + Syndicate planned well the date of their excursion into the land of large + promise (and problematical fulfillment) which lay east of Dry Lake. + </p> + <p> + Rumors of the excursion seeped through the channels of gossip and set the + town talking and chuckling and speculating—after the manner of very + small towns. + </p> + <p> + Rumors grew to definite though erroneous statements of what was to take + place. Definite statements became certified facts that bore fruit in + detailed arrangements. + </p> + <p> + Came Florence Grace Hallman smilingly from Great Falls, to canvass the + town for “accommodations.” Florence Grace Hallman was a capable woman and + a persuasive one, though perhaps a shade too much inclined to take certain + things for granted—such as Andy's anchored interest in her and her + project, and the probability of the tract remaining just as it had been + when last she went carefully over the plat in the land office. Florence + Grace Hallman had been busy arranging the details of the coming of the + colony, and she had neglected to visit the land office lately. Since she + cannily represented the excursion as being merely a sight-seeing trip—or + some such innocuous project—she failed also to receive any inkling + of recent settlements. + </p> + <p> + On a certain sunny morning in mid-May, the Happy Family stood upon the + depot platform and waited for the westbound passenger, that had attached + to it the special car of the homeseekers' Syndicate. The Happy Family had + been very busy during the past three weeks. They had taken all the land + they could, and had sighed because they could still look from their claims + upon pinnacles as yet unclaimed save by the government. They had done + well. From the south line of Meeker's land in the very foothills of the + Bear Paws, to the north line of the Flying U, the chain of newly-filed + claims remained unbroken. It had taken some careful work upon the part of + the Happy Family to do this and still choose land not absolutely worthless + except from a scenic viewpoint. But they had managed it, with some + bickering and a good deal of maneuvering. Also they had hauled loads of + lumber from Dry Lake, wherewith to build their monotonously modest + ten-by-twelve shacks with one door and one window apiece and a round hole + in the roof big enough for a length of stove-pipe to thrust itself + aggressively into the open and say by its smoke signal whether the owner + was at home. And now, having heard of the mysterious excursion due that + day, they had come to see just what would take place. + </p> + <p> + “She's fifteen minutes late,” the agent volunteered, thrusting his head + through the open window. “Looking for friends, boys?” + </p> + <p> + “Andy is,” Pink informed him cheerfully. “The rest of us are just hanging + around through sympathy. It's his girl coming.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I guess he thinks he needs a housekeeper now,” the agent grinned. + “Why don't you fellows get busy now and rustle some cooks?” + </p> + <p> + “Girls don't like to cook over a camp-fire,” Cal Emmett told him soberly. + “We kinda thought we ought to build our shacks first.” + </p> + <p> + “You can pick you out some when the train gets in,” said the agent, + accepting a match from Weary. “There's a carload of—” He pulled in + his head hurriedly and laid supple fingers on the telegraph key to answer + a call, and the Happy Family moved down to the other end of the platform + where there was more shade. + </p> + <p> + The agent presently appeared pushing the truck of outgoing express, a + cheap trunk and a basket “telescope” belonging to one of the hotel girls—who + had quit her job and was sitting now inside waiting for the train and + seeing what she could of the Flying U boys through the window—and + the mail sack. He placed the truck where the baggage car would come to a + halt, stood for a minute looking down the track where a smudge of smoke + might at any moment be expected to show itself over the low ridge of a + hill, glanced at the lazy group in the patch of shade and went back into + the office. + </p> + <p> + “There's her smoke,” Cal Emmett announced in the midst of an apathetic + silence. + </p> + <p> + Weary looked up from whittling a notch in the end of a platform plank and + closed his jack-knife languidly. + </p> + <p> + Andy pushed his hat backward and then tilted it forward over one eyebrow + and threw away his cigarette. + </p> + <p> + “Wonder if Florence Grace will be riding point on the bunch?” he + speculated aloud. “If she is, I'm liable to have my hands full. Florence + Grace will sure be sore when she finds out how I got into the game.” + </p> + <p> + “Aw, I betche there ain't no such a person,” said Happy Jack, doubter to + the last. + </p> + <p> + “I wish there wasn't,” sighed Andy. “Florence Grace is kinda getting on my + nerves. If I done what I feel like doing, I'd crawl under the platform and + size up the layout through a crack. Honest to gracious, Boys, I hate to + meet that lady.” + </p> + <p> + They grinned at him heartlessly and stared at the black smudge that was + rolling toward them. “She's sure hittin' her up,” Pink vouchsafed with a + certain tenseness of tone. That train was not as ordinary trains; dimly + they felt that it was relentlessly bringing them trouble, perhaps; + certainly a problem—unless the homeseekers hovered only so long as + it took them to see that wisdom lay in looking elsewhere for a home. Still— + </p> + <p> + “If this was August instead of May, I wouldn't worry none about them + pilgrims staying long,” Jack Bates voiced the thought that was uppermost + in their minds. + </p> + <p> + “There comes two livery rigs to haul 'em to the hotel,” Pink pointed out + as he glanced toward town. “And there's another one. Johnny told me every + room they've got is spoke for, and two in every bed.” + </p> + <p> + “That wouldn't take no crowd,” Happy Jack grumbled, remembering the + limitations of Dry Lake's hotel. “Here come Chip and the missus. Wonder + what they want?” + </p> + <p> + The Little Doctor left Chip to get their tickets and walked quickly toward + them. + </p> + <p> + “Hello, boys! Waiting for someone, or just going somewhere?” + </p> + <p> + “Waiting. Same to you, Mrs. Chip,” Weary replied. + </p> + <p> + “To me? Well, we're going up to make our filings. Claude won't take a + homestead, because we'll have to stay on at the Flying U, of course, and + we couldn't hold one. But we'll both file desert claims. J. G. hasn't been + a bit well, and I didn't dare leave him before—and of course Claude + wouldn't go till I did. That the passenger coming, or a freight?” + </p> + <p> + “It's the train—with the dry-farmers,” Andy informed her with a + glance at the nearing smoke-smudge. + </p> + <p> + “Is it? We aren't any too soon then, are we? I left Son at home—and + he threatened to run away and live with you boys. I almost wish I'd + brought him along. He's been perfectly awful. So have the men Claude hired + to take your places, if you want to know, boys. I believe that is what + made J. G. sick—having those strange men on the place. He's been + like a bear.” + </p> + <p> + “Didn't Chip tell him—” + </p> + <p> + “He did, yes. He told him right away, that evening. But—J. G. has + such stubborn ideas. We couldn't make him believe that anyone would be + crazy enough to take up that land and try to make a living farming it. He—” + She looked sidewise at Andy and pursed her lips to Keep from smiling. + </p> + <p> + “He thinks I lied about it, I suppose,” said that young man shrewdly. + </p> + <p> + “That's what he says. He pretends that you boys meant to quit, and just + thought that up for an excuse. He'll be all right—you mustn't pay + any attention—” + </p> + <p> + “Here she comes!” + </p> + <p> + A black nose thrust through a Deep cut that had a curve to it. At their + feet the rails began to hum. The Little Doctor turned hastily to see if + Chip were coming. The agent came out with a handful of papers and stood + waiting with the rest. Stragglers moved quickly, and the discharged + waitress appeared and made eyes covertly at Pink, whom she considered the + handsomest one of the lot. + </p> + <p> + The train slid up, slowed and stopped. Two coaches beyond the platform a + worried porter descended and placed the box-step for landing passengers, + and waited. From that particular coach began presently to emerge a + fluttering, exclaiming stream of humanity—at first mostly feminine. + They hovered there upon the cindery path and lifted their faces to watch + for others yet to come, and the babble of their voices could be, heard + above the engine sounds. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family looked dumbly at one another and drew back closer to the + depot wall. + </p> + <p> + “Aw, I knowed there was some ketch to it!” blurted Happy Jack with dismal + satisfaction. “That there ain't no colony—It's nothin' but a bunch + of schoolma'ams!” + </p> + <p> + “That lady ridin' point is the lady herself,” Andy murmured, edging behind + Weary and Pink as the flutter came closer. “That's Florence Grace Hallman, + boys.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, by golly, git out and speak your little piece, then!” muttered + Slim, and gave Andy an unexpected push that sent him staggering out into + the open just as the leaders were coming up. + </p> + <p> + “Why, how de do, Mr. Green!” cried the blonde leader of the flock. “This + is an unexpected pleasure, I'm sure.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes ma'am, it is,” Andy assented mildly, with an eye cocked sidewise in + search of the guilty man. + </p> + <p> + The blonde leader paused, her flock coming to a fluttering, staring stand + behind her. The nostrils of the astonished Happy Family caught a mingled + odor of travel luncheons and perfume. + </p> + <p> + “Well, where have you been, Mr. Green? Why didn't you come and see me?” + demanded Florence, Grace Hallman in the tone of one who has a right to ask + leading questions. Her cool, brown, calculating eyes went appraisingly + over the Happy Family while she spoke. + </p> + <p> + “I've been right around here, all the time,” Andy gave meek account of + himself. “I've been busy.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh. Did you go over the tract, Mr. Green?” she lowered her voice. + </p> + <p> + “Yes-s—I went over it.” + </p> + <p> + “And what do you think of it—privately?” + </p> + <p> + “Privately—it's pretty big.” Andy sighed. The bigness of that tract + had worried the Happy Family a good deal. + </p> + <p> + “Well, the bigger the better. You see I've got 'em started.” She flicked a + glance backward at her waiting colony. “You men are perfectly + exasperating! Why didn't you tell me where you were and what you were + doing?” She looked up at him with charming disapproval. “I feel like + shaking you! I could have made good use of you, Mr. Green.” + </p> + <p> + “I was making pretty good use of myself,” Andy explained, and wished he + knew who gave him that surreptitious kick on the ankle. Did the chump want + an introduction? Well! In that case— + </p> + <p> + “Miss Hallman, if you don't mind I'd like to introduce some men I rounded + up and brought here,” he began before the Happy Family could move out of + the danger zone of his imagination. “Representative citizens, you see. You + can sic your bunch onto 'em and get a lot of information. This is Mr. + Weary Davidson, Miss Hallman: He's a hayseed that lives out that way and + he talks spuds better than anything else. And here's Slim—I don't + know his right name—he raises hogs to a fare-you-well. And this is + Percy Perkins”—meaning Pink—“and he's another successful + dryfarmer. Goats is his trade. He's got a lot of 'em. And Mr. Jack Bates, + he raises peanuts—or he's trying 'em this year—and has + contracts to supply the local market. Mr. Happy Jack is our local + undertaker. He wants to sell out if he can, because nobody ever dies in + this country and that makes business slow. He's thinking some of starting + a duck-ranch. This man”—indicating Big Medicine—“has got the + finest looking crop of volunteer wild oats in the country. He knows all + about 'em. Mr. Emmett, here, can put you wise to cabbage-heads; that's his + specialty. And Mr. Miguel Rapponi is up here from Old Mexico looking for a + favorable location for an extensive rubber plantation. The natural + advantages here are simply great for rubber. + </p> + <p> + “I've gone to some trouble gathering this bunch together for you, Miss + Hallman. I don't reckon you knew there was that many dry-farmers in the + country. They've all got ranches of their own, and the prettiest folders + you ever sent under a four-cent stamp can't come up to what these men can + tell you. Your bunch won't have to listen to one man, only—here's + half a dozen ready and waiting to talk.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Hallman was impressed. A few of the closest homeseekers she beckoned + and introduced to the perspiring Happy Family—mostly feminine + homeseekers, of whom there were a dozen or so. The men whom the hotel had + sent down with rigs waited impatiently, and the unintroduced male + colonists stared at the low rim of Lonesome Prairie and wondered if over + there lay their future prosperity. + </p> + <p> + When the Happy Family finally made their escape, red-faced and muttering + threats, Andy Green had disappeared, and no one knew when he went or + where. He was not in Rusty Brown's place when the Happy Family went to + that haven and washed down their wrongs in beer. Pink made a hurried trip + to the livery stable and reported that Andy's horse was gone. + </p> + <p> + They were wondering among themselves whether he would have the nerve to go + home and await their coming—home at this stage of the game meaning + One Man coulee, which Andy had taken as a homestead and desert claim and + where the Happy Family camped together until such time as their claim + shacks were habitable. Some thought that he was hiding in town, and + advised a thorough search before they took to their horses. The Native Son—he + of mixed Irish and Spanish blood—told them with languid certainty + that Andy was headed straight for the camp because he would figure that in + camp was where they would least expect to find him. + </p> + <p> + The opinions of the Native Son were usually worth adopting. In this case, + however, it brought them into the street at the very moment when Florence + Grace Hallman and two homeseekers had ventured from the hotel in search of + them. Slim and Jack Bates and Cal Emmett saw them in time and shied across + the street and into the new barber shop where they sat themselves down and + demanded unnecessary hair-cuts and a shampoo apiece, and spied upon their + unfortunate fellows through the window while they waited; but the others + met the women fairly since it was too late to turn back without making + themselves ridiculous. + </p> + <p> + “I was wondering,” began Miss Hallman in her brisk, business tone, “if + some of you gentlemen could not help us out in the matter of conveyances. + I have made arrangements for most of my guests, but we simply can't + squeeze another one into the rigs I have engaged—and I've engaged + every vehicle in town except a wheelbarrow I saw in the back yard of the + hotel.” + </p> + <p> + “How many are left out?” asked Weary, since no one else showed any + symptoms of speech. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, not many, thank goodness. Just us three here. You've met Miss Allen, + Mr. Davidson—and Miss Price. And so have you other gentlemen, + because I introduced you at the depot. I went blandly ahead and told + everybody just which rig they were to ride in, and put three in a seat, at + that, and in counting noses I forgot to count our own—” + </p> + <p> + “I really don't see how she managed to overlook mine,” sighed Miss Allen, + laying a dainty, gloved finger upon a nose that had the tiniest possible + tilt to it. “Nobody ever overlooked my nose before; it's almost worth + walking to the tract.” + </p> + <p> + Irish, standing close beside Weary and looking enough like him to be a + twin instead of a mere cousin, smiled down at her with traitorous + admiration. Miss Allen's nose was a nice nose, and above it twinkled a + pair of warm brown eyes with humorous little wrinkles, around them; and + still above them fluffed a kinky-curly mass of brown hair. Weary looked at + her also, but he did not smile, because she looked a little like his own + schoolma'am, Miss Ruty Satterly—and the resemblance hurt a sore + place in his heart. + </p> + <p> + “—So if any of you gentlemen could possibly take us out to the + tract, we'd be eternally grateful, besides keeping our independence intact + with the usual payment. Could you help us out?” + </p> + <p> + “We all came in on horseback,” Weary stated with a gentle firmness that + was intended to kill their hopes as painlessly as possible. + </p> + <p> + “Wouldn't there be room on behind?” asked Miss Allen with hope still alive + and flourishing. + </p> + <p> + “Lots of room,” Weary assured her. “More room than you could possibly + use.” + </p> + <p> + “But isn't there any kind of a rig that you could buy, beg, borrow or + steal?” Miss Hallman insisted. “These girls came from Wisconsin to take up + claims, and I've promised to see that they get the best there is to be + had. They are hustlers, if I know what the word means. I have a couple of + claims in mind, that I want them to see—and that's why we three hung + back till the rest were all arranged for. I had a rig promised that I was + depending on, and at the last minute discovered it was not to be had. Some + doctor from Havre came and got it for a trip into the hills. There's no + use talking; we just must get out to the tract as soon as the others do—a + little sooner wouldn't hurt. Couldn't you think of some way?” + </p> + <p> + “We'll try,” Irish promised rashly, his eyes tying to meet Miss Allen's + and succeeding admirably. + </p> + <p> + “What has become of Mr. Green?” Miss Hallman demanded after she had + thanked Irish with a smile for the qualified encouragement. + </p> + <p> + “We don't know,” Weary answered mildly. “We were trying to locate him + ourselves.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, were you? He seems a rather uncertain young man. I rather counted on + his assistance; he promised—” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Irish has thought of a rig he can use, Miss Hallman,” said the Allen + girl suddenly. “He's going to drive us out himself. Let's hurry and get + ready, so we can start ahead of the others. How many minutes will it take + you, Mr. Irish, to have that team here, for us?” + </p> + <p> + Irish turned red. He HAD thought of a rig, and he had thought of driving + them himself, but he could not imagine how Miss Allen could possibly; have + known his thoughts. Then and there he knew who would occupy the other half + of the front seat, in case he did really drive the team he had in mind. + </p> + <p> + “I told you she's a hustler,” laughed Miss Hallman. “She'll be raising + bigger crops than you men—give her a year to get started. Well, + girls, come on, then.” + </p> + <p> + They turned abruptly away, and Irish was left to his accounting with the + Happy Family. He had not denied the thoughts and intentions imputed to him + by the twinkling-eyed Miss Allen. They walked on toward the livery stable—where + was manifested an unwonted activity—waiting for Irish to clear + himself; which he did not do. + </p> + <p> + “You going to drive them women out there?” Pink demanded after an + impatient silence. + </p> + <p> + “Why not? Somebody'll have to.” + </p> + <p> + “What team are you going to use!” asked Jack Bates. + </p> + <p> + “Chip's” Irish did not glance around, but kept striding down the middle of + the road with his hands stuck deep in his pockets. + </p> + <p> + “Don't you think you need help, amigo?” the Native Son insinuated + craftily. “You can't talk to three girls at once; I could be hired to go + along and take one off your hands. That should help some.” + </p> + <p> + “Like hell you will!” Irish retorted with characteristic bluntness. Then + he added cautiously, “Which one?” + </p> + <p> + “That old girl with the blue eyes should not be permitted to annoy the + driver,” drawled the Native Son. “Also, Florence Grace might want some + intelligent person to talk to.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I got my opinion of any man that'll throw in with that bunch,” Pink + declared hotly. “Why don't you fellows keep your own side the fence. What + if they are women farmers? They can do just as much harm—and a darn + sight more. You make me sick.” + </p> + <p> + “Let 'em go,” Weary advised calmly. “They'll be a lot sicker when the + ladies discover what they've helped do to that bench-land. Come on, boys—let's + pull out, away from all these lunatics. I hate to see them get stung, but + I don't see what we can do about it—only, if they come around asking + me what I think of that land, I'm going to tell 'em.” + </p> + <p> + “And then they'll ask you why you took claims up there, and you'll tell + 'em that, too—will you?” The Native Son turned and smiled at him + ironically. + </p> + <p> + That was it. They could not tell the truth without harming their own + cause. They could not do anything except stand aside and see the thing + through to whatever end fate might decree. They thought that Irish and the + Native Son were foolish to take Chip's team and drive those women fifteen + miles or so that they might seize upon land much better left alone; but + that was the business of Irish and the Native Son, who did not ask for the + approval of the Happy Family before doing anything they wanted to do. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family saddled and rode back to the claims, gravely discussing + the potentialities of the future. Since they rode slowly while they + talked, they were presently overtaken by a swirl of dust, behind which + came the matched browns which were the Flying U's crack driving team, + bearing Irish and Miss Allen of the twinkling eyes upon the front seat of + a two seated spring-wagon that had seen far better days than this. Native + Son helped to crowd the back seat uncomfortably, and waved a hand with + reprehensible cheerfulness as they went rattling past. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family stared after them with frowning disapproval, and Weary + turned in the saddle and looked ruefully at his fellows. + </p> + <p> + “Things won't ever be the same around here,” he predicted soberly. “There + goes the beginning of the end of the Flying U, boys—and we ain't big + enough to stop it.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 8. FLORENCE GRACE HALLMAN SPEAKS PLAINLY + </h2> + <p> + Andy Green rode thoughtfully up the trail from his cabin in One Man + coulee, his hat tilted to the south to shield his face from the climbing + sun, his eyes fixed absently upon the yellow soil of the hillside. Andy + was facing a problem that concerned the whole Happy Family—and the + Flying U as well. He wanted Weary's opinion, and Miguel Rapponi's, and + Pink's—when it came to that, he wanted the opinion of them all. + </p> + <p> + Thus far the boys had been wholly occupied with getting their shacks built + and in rustling cooking outfits and getting themselves settled upon their + claims with an air of convincing permanency. Also they had watched with + keen interest—which was something more vital than mere curiosity—developments + where the homeseekers were concerned, and had not given very much thought + to their next step, except in a purely general way. + </p> + <p> + They all recognized the fact that, with all these new settlers buzzing + around hunting claims where there was some promise of making things grow, + they would have to sit very tight indeed upon their own land if they would + avoid trouble with “jumpers.” Not all the homeseekers were women. There + were men, plenty of them; a few of them were wholly lacking in experience + it is true, but perhaps the more greedy for land because of their + ignorance. The old farmers had looked askance at the high, dry prairie + land, where even drinking water must be hauled in barrels from some + deep-set creek whose shallow gurgling would probably cease altogether when + the dry season came on the heels of June. The old farmers had asked + questions that implied doubt. They had wanted to know about sub-soil, and + average rainfall, and late frosts, and markets. The profusely illustrated + folders that used blue print for emphasis here and there, seemed no longer + to satisfy them. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family did not worry much about the old farmers who knew the + game, but there were town men who had come to see the fulfillment of their + dreams; who had burned their bridges, some of them, and would suffer much + before they would turn back to face the ridicule of their friends and the + disheartening task of getting; a fresh foothold in the wage-market. These + the Happy Family knew for incipient enemies once the struggle for + existence was fairly begun. And there were the women—daring rivals + of the men in their fight for independence—who had dreamed dreams + and raised up ideals for which they would fight tenaciously. + School-teachers who hated the routine of the schools, and who wanted + freedom; who were willing to work and wait and forego the little, cheap + luxuries which are so dear to women; who would cheerfully endure + loneliness and spoiled complexions and roughened hands and broken nails, + and see the prairie winds and sun wipe the sheen from their hair; who + would wear coarse, heavy-soled shoes and keep all their pretty finery + packed carefully away in their trunks with dainty sachet pads for month + after month, and take all their pleasure in dreaming of the future; these + would fight also to have and to hold—and they would fight harder + than the men, more dangerously than the men, because they would fight + differently. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family, then, having recognized these things and having measured + the fighting-element, knew that they were squarely up against a slow, + grim, relentless war if they would save the Flying U. They knew that it + was going to be a pretty stiff proposition, and that they would have to + obey strictly the letter and the spirit of the land laws, or there would + be contests and quarrels and trouble without end. + </p> + <p> + So they hammered and sawed and fitted boards and nailed on tar-paper and + swore and jangled and joshed one another and counted nickels—where + they used to disdain counting anything but results—and badgered the + life out of Patsy because he kicked at being expected to cook for the + bunch just the same as if he were in the Flying U mess-house. Py cosh, he + wouldn't cook for the whole country just because they were too lazy to + cook for themselves, and py cosh if they wanted him to cook for them they + could pay him sixty dollars a month, as the Old Man did. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family were no millionaires, and they made the fact plain to + Patsy to the full extent of their vocabularies. But still they begged + bread from him, a loaf at a time, and couldn't see why he objected to + making pie, if they furnished the stuff. Why, for gosh sake, had they + planted him in the very middle of their string of claims, then? With a + dandy spring too, that never went dry except in the driest years, and not + more than seventy-five yards, at the outside, to carry water. Up hill? + Well, what of that? Look at Pink—had to haul water half a mile from + One Man Creek, and no trail. Look at Weary—had to pack water twice + as far as Patsy. And hadn't they clubbed together and put up his darned + shack first thing, just so he COULD get busy and cook? What did the old + devil expect, anyway? + </p> + <p> + Well—you see that the Happy Family had been fully occupied in the + week since the arrival of the homeseekers' excursion. They could not be + expected to give very much thought to their next steps. But there was + Andy, who had only to move into the cabin in One Man coulee, with a spring + handy, and a stable for his horse, and a corral and everything. Andy had + not been harassed with the house-building and settling, except as he + assisted the others. As fast as the shacks were up, the Happy Family had + taken possession, so that now Andy was alone, stuck down there in the + coulee out of sight of everybody. Pink had once named One Man coulee as + the lonesomest hole in all that country, and he had not been far wrong. + But at any rate the lonesomeness had served one good purpose, for it had + started Andy to thinking out the details of their so called land-pool. Now + the thinking had borne fruit to the extent that he felt an urgent need of + the Happy Family in council upon the subject. + </p> + <p> + As he topped at last the final rise which put him on a level with the + great undulating bench-land gashed here and there with coulees and narrow + gulches that gave no evidence of their existence until one rode quite + close, he lifted his head and gazed about him half regretfully, half + proudly. He hated to see that wide upland dotted here and there with new, + raw buildings, which proclaimed themselves claim-shacks as far a one could + see them. Andy hated the sight of claim-shacks with a hatred born of long + range experience and the vital interests of the cattleman. A claim-shack + stuck out on the prairie meant a barbed wire fence somewhere in the + immediate vicinity; and that meant a hindrance to the easy handling of + herds. A claim-shack meant a nester, and a nester was a nuisance, with his + plowed fields and his few head of cattle that must be painstakingly weeded + out of a herd to prevent a howl going up to high heaven. Therefore, Andy + Green instinctively hated the sight of a shack on the prairie. On the + other hand, those shacks belonged to the Happy Family—and that + pleased him. From where he sat on his horse he could count five in sight, + and there were more hidden by ridges and tucked away in hollows. + </p> + <p> + But there were others going up—shacks whose owners he did not know. + He scowled when he saw, on distant hilltops, the yellow skeletons that + would presently be fattened with boards and paper and made the + dwelling-place of interlopers. To be sure, they had as much right to take + government land as had he or any of his friends—but Andy, being a + normally selfish person, did not think so. + </p> + <p> + From one partially built shack three quarters of a mile away on a bald + ridge which the Happy Family had passed up because of its barrenness and + the barrenness of the coulee on the other side, and because no one was + willing to waste even a desert right on that particular eighty-acres, a + team and light buggy came swiftly toward him. Andy, trained to quick + thinking, was puzzled at the direction the driver was taking. That eighty + acres joined his own west line, and unless the driver was lost or on the + way to One Man coulee, there was no reason whatever for coming this way. + </p> + <p> + He watched and saw that the team was comin' straight toward him over the + uneven prairie sod, and at a pace that threatened damage to the + buggy-springs. Instinctively Andy braced himself in the saddle. At a half + mile he knew the team, and it did not require much shrewdness to guess at + the errand. He twitched the reins, turned his spurred heels against his + horse and went loping over the grassland to meet the person who drove in + such haste; and the probability that he was meeting trouble halfway only + sent him the more eagerly forward. + </p> + <p> + Trouble met him with hard, brown eyes and corn yellow hair blown in loose + strands across cheeks roughened by the spring winds and sun-glare of + Montana. Trouble pulled up and twisted sidewise in the seat and kicked the + heads off some wild larkspurs with her whip while her tongue flayed the + soul of Andy Green with sarcasm. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I have found out just how you helped me colonize this tract, Mr. + Green,” she began with a hard inflection under the smoothness of her + voice. “I must compliment you upon your promptness and thoroughness in the + matter; for an amateur you have made a remarkable showing—in—in + treachery and deceit. I really did not suppose you had it in you.” + </p> + <p> + “Remember, I told you I might buy in if it looked good to me,” Andy + reminded her in the mildest tone of which he was capable—and he + could be as mild as new milk when he chose. + </p> + <p> + Florence Grace Hallman looked at him with a lift of her full upper lip at + the left side. “It does look good, then? You told Mr. Graham and that Mr. + Wirt a different story, Mr. Green. You told them this land won't raise + white beans, and you were at some pains, I believe, to explain why it + would not. You convinced them, by some means or other, that the whole + tract is practically worthless for agricultural purposes. Both Mr. Wirt + and Mr. Graham had some capital to invest here, and now they are leaving, + and they have persuaded several others to leave with them. Does it really + look good to you—this land proposition?” + </p> + <p> + “Not your proposition—no, it don't.” Andy faced her with a Keen + level glance as hard as her own. One could get the truth straight from the + shoulder if one pushed Andy Green into a corner. “You know and I know that + you're trying to cold-deck this bunch. The land won't raise white beans or + anything else without water, and you know it. You can plant folks on the + land and collect your money and tell 'em goodbye and go to it—and + that settles your part of it. But how about the poor devils that put in + their time and money?” + </p> + <p> + Florence Grace Hallman spread her hands in a limited gesture because of + the reins, and smiled unpleasantly. “And yet, you nearly broke your neck + filing on the land yourself and getting a lot of your friends to file,” + she retorted. “What was your object, Mr. Green—since the land is + worthless?” + </p> + <p> + “My object don't matter to anyone but myself.” Andy busied himself with + his smoking material and did not look at her. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, but it Does! It matters to me, Mr. Green, and to my company, and to + our clients.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll have to buy me a new dictionary,” Andy observed casually, reaching + behind him to scratch a match on the skirt of his saddle. “The one I've + got don't say anything about 'client' and 'victim' meaning the same thing. + It's getting all outa date.” + </p> + <p> + “I brought enough clients”—she emphasized the word—“to settle + every eighty acres of land in that whole tract. The policy of the company + was eminently fair. We guaranteed to furnish a claim of eighty, acres to + every person who joined our homeseekers' Club, and free pasturage to all + the stock they wanted to bring. Failing to do that, we pledged ourselves + to refund the fee and pay all return expenses. We could have located every + member of this lot, and more—only for YOU.” + </p> + <p> + “Say, it'd be just as easy to swear as to say 'you' in that tone uh + voice,” Andy pointed out placidly. + </p> + <p> + “You managed to gobble up just exactly four thousand acres of this tract—and + you were careful to get all the water and all the best land. That means + you have knocked us out of fifty settlements—” + </p> + <p> + “Fifty wads of coin to hand back to fifty come-ons, and fifty return + tickets for fifty fellows glad to get back—tough luck, ain't it?” + Andy smiled sympathetically. “You oughta be glad I saved your conscience + that much of a load, anyway.” + </p> + <p> + Florence Grace Hallman bit her lip to control her rage. “Smart talk isn't + going to help you, Mr. Green. You've simply placed yourself in a position + you can't' hold. You've put it up to us to fight—and we're going to + do it. I'm playing fair with you. I'll tell you this much: I've + investigated you and your friends pretty thoroughly, and it's easy to + guess what your object is. We rather expected the Flying U to fight this + colonization scheme, so we are neither surprised nor unprepared. Mr. + Green, for your own interest and that of your employer, let me advise you + to abandon your claims now, before we begin action in the matter. It will + be simpler, and far, far cheaper. We have our clients to look after, and + we have the law all on our side. These are bona fide settlers we are + bringing in; men and women whose sole object is to make homes for + themselves. The land laws are pretty strict, Mr. Green. If we set the + wheels in motion they will break the Flying U.” + </p> + <p> + Andy grinned while he inspected his cigarette. “Funny—I heard a man + brag once about how he'd break the Flying U, with sheep,” he drawled. “He + didn't connect, though; the Flying U broke him.” He smoked until he saw an + angry retort parting the red lips of the lady, and then continued calmly: + </p> + <p> + “The Flying U has got nothing to do with this case. As a matter of fact, + old man Whitmore is pretty sore at us fellows right now, because we quit + him and turned nesters right under his nose. Miss Hallman, you'll have one + sweet time proving that we ain't bona fide settlers. We're just crazy to + make homes for ourselves. We think it's time we settled down—and + we're settling here because we're used to this country. We're real sorry + you didn't find it necessary to pay your folks for the fun of pointing out + the land to us and steering us to the land office—but we can't help + that. We needed the money to buy plows.” He looked at her full with his + honest, gray eyes that could so deceive his fellow men—to say + nothing of women. “And that reminds me, I've got to go and borrow a garden + rake. I'm planting a patch of onions,” he explained engagingly. “Say, this + farming is a great game, isn't it? Well, good day, Miss Hallman. Glad I + happened to meet you.” + </p> + <p> + “You won't be when I get through with you!” predicted the lady with her + firm chin thrust a little forward. “You think you've got everything your + own way, don't you? Well, you've just simply put yourself in a position + where we can get at you. You deceived me from the very start—and now + you shall pay the penalty. I've got our clients to protect—and + besides that I shall dearly love to get even. Oh, you'll squeal for mercy, + believe me!” She touched up the horses with her whip and went bumping away + over the tough sod. + </p> + <p> + “Wow!” ejaculated Andy, looking after her with laughter in his eyes. + “She's sure one mad lady, all right. But shucks!” He turned and galloped + off toward the farthest claim, which was Happy Jack's and the last one to + be furnished with a lawful habitation. + </p> + <p> + He was lucky. The Happy Family were foregathered there, wrangling with + Happy Jack over some trifling thing. He joined zealously in the argument + and helped them thrash Happy Jack in the word-war, before he came at his + errand. + </p> + <p> + “Say, boys, we'll have to get busy now,” he told them seriously at last. + “Florence Grace is onto us bigger'n a wolf—and if I'm any judge, + that lady's going to be some fighter. We've either got to plow up a bunch + of ground and plant some darn thing, or else get stock on and pasture it. + They ain't going to over look any bets from now on. I met her back here on + the bench. She was so mad she talked too much and I got next to their + scheme—seems like we've knocked the Syndicate outa quite a bunch of + money, all right. They want this land, and they think they're going to get + it. + </p> + <p> + “Now my idea is this: We've got to have stock, or we can't graze the land. + And if we take Flying U cattle and throw 'em on here, they'll contest us + for taking fake claims, for the outfit. So what's the matter with us + buying a bunch from the Old Man?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm broke,” began Pink promptly, but Andy stopped him. + </p> + <p> + “Listen here. We buy a bunch of stock and give him mortgages for the + money, with the cattle for security. We graze 'em till the mortgage runs + out—till we prove up, that means—and then we don't spot up, + and the Old Man takes the stock back, see? We're grazing our own stock, + according to law—but the outfit—” + </p> + <p> + “Where do we git off at?” demanded Happy Jack suspiciously. “We got to + live—and it takes money to buy grub, these days.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we'll make out all right. We can have so many head of cattle named + for the mortgage; there'll be increase, and we should get that. By the + time we all prove up we'll have a little bunch of stock of our own' d' uh + see? And we'll have the range—what there is left. These squatters + ain't going to last over winter, if you ask me. And it'll be a long, cold + day when another bunch of greenhorns bites on any colony scheme.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you know the Old Man'll do that, though?” Weary wanted to know. + “He's pretty mad. I rode over to the ranch last week to see Chip, and the + Old Man wouldn't have anything to say to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, what's the matter with all of us going? He can't pass up the whole + bunch. We can put it up to him just the way it is, and he'll see where + it's going to be to his interest to let us have the cattle. Why, darn it, + he can't help seeing now why we quit!” Pink looked ready to start then, + while his enthusiasm was fresh. + </p> + <p> + “Neither can Florence Grace help seeing why we did it,” Andy supplemented + dryly. “She can think what she darn pleases—all we got to do is + deliver the goods right up to the handle, on these claims and not let her + prove anything on us.” + </p> + <p> + “It'll take a lot uh fencing,” Happy Jack croaked pessimistically. “We + ain't got the money to buy wire and posts, ner the time to build the + fence.” + </p> + <p> + “What's the matter with rang-herding 'em?” Andy seemed to have thought it + all out, and to have an answer for every objection. “We can take turns at + that—and we must all be careful and don't let 'em graze on our + neighbors!” + </p> + <p> + Whereat the Happy Family grinned understandingly. + </p> + <p> + “Maybe the Old Man'll let us have three or four hundred head uh cows on + shares,” Cal hazarded optimistically. + </p> + <p> + “Can't take 'em that way,” said the Native Son languidly. “It wouldn't be + safe. Andy's right; the way to do is buy the cattle outright, and give a + mortgage on the bunch. And I think we better split the bunch, and let + every fellow buy a few head. We can graze 'em together—the law can't + stop us from doing that.” + </p> + <p> + “Sounds good—if the Old Man will come to the centre,” said Weary + dubiously. The chill atmosphere of Flying U coulee, with strangers in the + bunk-house and with the Old Man scowling at his paper on the porch, had + left its effect upon Weary, sunny-souled as he was. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he'll come through,” cried Cal, moving toward his horse, “gee whiz, + he's got to! Come on—let's go and get it done with. As it stands + now, we ain't got a thing to do but set around and look wise—unless + we go spoiling good grass with plows. First thing we know our neighbors + will be saying we ain't improving our claims!” + </p> + <p> + “You improve yours every time you git off it!” stated Happy Jack + spitefully because of past wrongs. “You could improve mine a whole lot + that way, too,” he added when he heard the laugh of approval from the + others. + </p> + <p> + They rung all the changes possible upon that witticism while they mounted + and rode away, every man of them secretly glad of some excuse for making + overtures to the Old Man. Spite of the excitement of getting on to their + claims, and of watching strangers driving here and there in haste, and + hauling loads of lumber toilfully over the untracked grass and building + chickencoop dwellings as nearly alike as the buttons on a new shirt—spite + of all that they had felt keenly their exile from Flying U ranch. They had + stayed away, for two reasons: one was a latent stubbornness which made + them resent the Old Man's resentment; the other was a matter of policy, as + preached by Andy Green and the Native Son. It would not do, said these two + cautious ones, to be running to the Flying U outfit all the time. + </p> + <p> + So the Happy Family had steered clear since that afternoon when they had + simulated treachery to the outfit. And fate played them a scurvy trick in + spite of their caution, for just as they rode down the Hog's Back and + across the ford, Florence Grace Hallman rode away from the White House and + met them fairly at the stable. + </p> + <p> + Florence Grace smiled a peculiar smile as she went past them. A smile that + promised she would not forget; a smile that told them how sure she felt of + having caught them fairly. With the smile went a chilly, supercilious bow + that was worse than a direct cut, and which the Happy Family returned + doubtfully, not at all sure of the rules governing warfare with a woman. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 9. THE HAPPY FAMILY BUYS A BUNCH OF CATTLE + </h2> + <p> + With the Kid riding gleefully upon Weary's shoulder they trooped up the + path their own feet had helped wear deep to the bunk-house. They looked in + at the open door and snorted at the cheerlessness of the place. + </p> + <p> + “Why don't you come back here and stay?” the Kid demanded. “I was going to + sleep down here with you—and now Doctor Dell won't let me. These + hobees are no good. They're damn' bone-head. Daddy Chip says so. I wish + you'd come back, so I can sleep with you. One man's named Ole and he's got + a funny eye that looks at the other one all the time. I wish you'd come + back.” + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family wished the same thing, but they did not say so. Instead + they told the Kid to ask his mother if he couldn't come and visit them in + their new shacks, and promised indulgences that would have shocked the + Little Doctor had she heard them. So they went on to the house, where the + Old Man sat on the porch looking madder than when they had left him three + weeks before. + </p> + <p> + “Why don't yuh run them nesters outa the country?” he demanded peevishly + when they were close enough for speech. “Here they come and accuse me to + my face of trying to defraud the gov'ment. Doggone you boys, what you + think you're up to, anyway? What's three or four thousand acres when + they're swarming in here like flies to a butcherin'? They can't make a + living—serve 'em right. What you doggone rowdies want now?” + </p> + <p> + Not a cordial welcome, that—if they went no deeper than his words. + But there was the old twinkle back of the querulousness in the Old Man's + eyes, and the old pucker of the lips behind his grizzled whiskers. “You've + got that doggone Kid broke to foller yuh so we can't keep him on the ranch + no more,” he added fretfully. “Tried to run away twice, on Silver. Chip + had to go round him up. Found him last time pretty near over to Antelope + coulee, hittin' the high places for town. Might as well take yuh back, I + guess, and save time running after the Kid.” + </p> + <p> + “We've got to hold down our claims,” Weary minded him regretfully. In + three weeks, he could see a difference the Old Man, and the change hurt + him. + </p> + <p> + Lines were deeper drawn, and the kind old eyes were a shade more sunken. + </p> + <p> + “What's that amount to?” grumbled the Old Man, looking from one to the + other under his graying eye brows. “You can't stop them dry-farmers from + taking the country. Yuh might as well try to dip the Missouri dry with a + bucket. They'll flood the country with stock—” + </p> + <p> + “No, they won't,” put in Big Medicine, impatient for the real meat of + their errand. “By cripes, we got a scheme to beat that—you tell 'im, + Weary.” + </p> + <p> + “We want to buy a bunch of cattle from you,” Weary said obediently. “We + want to graze our claims, instead of trying to crop the land. We haven't + any fence up, so we'll have to range-herd our stock, of course. I—don't + hardly think any nester stock will get by us, J. G. And seeing our land + runs straight through from Meeker's line fence to yours, we kinda think + we've got the nesters pretty well corralled. They're welcome to the range + between Antelope coulee and Dry Lake, far as we're concerned. Soon as we + can afford it,” he added tranquilly, “we'll stretch a fence along our west + line that'll hold all the darn milkcows they've a mind to ship out here.” + </p> + <p> + “Huh!” The Old Man studied them quizzically, his chin on his chest. + </p> + <p> + “How many yuh want?” he asked abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “All you'll sell us. We want to give mortgages, with the stock for + security.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yuh do, ay? What if I have to foreclose on yuh?” The pucker of his + lips grew more pronounced. “Where do you git off at, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we kinda thought we could fix it up to save part of the increase + outa the wreck, anyway.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh. That's it ay?” He studied them another minute. “You'll want all my + best cows, too, I reckon—all that grade stock I shipped in last + spring. Ay?” + </p> + <p> + “We wouldn't mind,” grinned Weary, glancing at the others roosting at ease + along the edge of the porch. + </p> + <p> + “Think you could handle five-hundred head—the pick uh the bunch?” + </p> + <p> + “Sure, we could! We'd rather split 'em up amongst us, though—let + every fellow buy so many. We can throw in together on the herding.” + </p> + <p> + “Think you can keep the milk-cows between you and Dry Lake, ay?” The Old + Man chuckled—the first little chuckle since the Happy Family left + him so unceremoniously three weeks before. “How about that, Pink?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, I think we can,” chirped Pink cheerfully. + </p> + <p> + “Huh! Well, you're the toughest bunch, take yuh up one side and down the + other, I ever seen keep onta jail—I guess maybe you can do it. But + lemme tell you boys something—and I want you to remember it: You + don't want to git the idea in your heads you're going to have any snap; + you ain't. If I know B from a bull's foot, you've got your work cut out + for yuh. I've been keeping cases pretty close on this dry-farm craze, and + this stampede for claims. Folks are land crazy. They've got the idea that + a few acres of land is going to make 'em free and independent—and it + don't matter much what the land is, or where it is. So long as it's land, + and they can git it from the government for next to nothing, they're + satisfied. And yuh want to remember that. Yuh don't want to take it for + granted they're going to take a look at your deadline and back up. If they + ship in stock, they're going to see to it that stock don't starve. You'll + have to hold off men and women that's making their last stand, some of + 'em, for a home of their own. They ain't going to give up if they can help + it. You get a man with his back agin the wall, and he'll fight till he + drops. I don't need to tell yuh that.” + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family listened to him soberly, their eyes staring broodily at + the picture he conjured. + </p> + <p> + “Well, by golly, we're makin' our last stand, too,” Slim blurted with his + customary unexpectedness. “Our back's agin the wall right now. If we can't + hold 'em back from takin' what little range is left, this outfit's going + under. We got to hold 'em, by golly, er there won't be no more Flying U.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Andy Green quietly, “that's all right. We're going to hold + 'em.” + </p> + <p> + The Old Man lifted his bent head and looked from one to another. Pride + shone in his eyes, that had lately stared resentment. “Yuh know, don't + yuh, the biggest club they can use?” He leaned forward a little, his lips + working under his beard. + </p> + <p> + “Sure, we know. We'll look out for that.” Weary smiled hearteningly. + </p> + <p> + “We want a good lawyer to draw up those mortgages,” put in the Native Son + lazily. “And we'll pay eight per cent. interest.” + </p> + <p> + “Doggonedest crazy bunch ever I struck,” grumbled the Old Man with + grateful insincerity. “What you fellers don't think of, there ain't any + use in mentioning. Oh, Dell! Bring out that jug Blake sent me! Doggoned + thirsty bunch out here—won't stir a foot till they sample that wine! + Got to get rid of 'em somehow—they claim to be full uh business as a + jack rabbit is of fleas! When yuh want to git out and round up them cows? + Wagon's over on Dry creek som'ers—or ought to be. Yuh might take + your soogans and ride ove' there tomorrow or next day and ketch 'em. I'll + write a note to Chip and tell 'im what's to be done. And while you're + pickin' your bunch you can draw wages just the same as ever, and help them + double-dutch blisterin' milk-fed pilgrims with the calf crop.” + </p> + <p> + “We'll sure do that,” promised Weary for the bunch. “We can start in the + morning, all right.” + </p> + <p> + “Take a taste uh this wine. None of your tobacco-juice stuff; this comes + straight from Fresno. Senator Blake sent it the other day. Fill up that + glass, Dell! What yuh want to be so doggone stingy fer? Think this bunch + uh freaks are going to stand for that? They can't git the taste outa + less'n a pint. This ain't any doggone liver-tonic like you dope out.” + </p> + <p> + The Little Doctor smiled understandingly and filled their glasses with the + precious wine from sunland. She did not know what had happened, but she + did know that the Old Man had seized another hand-hold on life in the last + hour, and she was grateful. She even permitted the Kid to take a tiny sip, + just because the Happy Family hated to see him refused anything he wanted. + </p> + <p> + So Flying U coulee was for the time being filled with the same old + laughter and the same atmosphere of care-free contentment with life. The + Countess stewed uncomplainingly in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the + boys. The Old Man grumbled hypocritically at them from his big chair, and + named their faults in the tone that transmuted them into virtues. The + Little Doctor heard about Miss Allen and her three partners, who were + building a four-room shack on the four corners of four claims, and how + Irish had been caught more than once in the act of staring fixedly in the + direction of that shack. She heard a good many things, and she guessed a + good many more. + </p> + <p> + By mid afternoon the Old Man was fifty per cent brighter and better than + he had been in the morning, and he laughed and bullied them as of old. + When they left he told them to clear out and stay out, and that if he + caught them hanging around his ranch, and making it look as if he were + backing them and trying to defraud the government, he'd sic the dog onto + them. Which tickled the Kid immensely, because there wasn't any dog to + sic. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 10. WHEREIN ANDY GREEN LIES TO A LADY + </h2> + <p> + In the soft-creeping dusk came Andy Green, slouched in the saddle with the + weariness of riding since dawn; slouched to one side and singing, with his + hat far back on his head and the last of a red sunset tinting darkly the + hills above him. Tip-toe on a pinnacle a great, yellow star poised and + winked at him knowingly. Andy's eyes twinkled answer as he glanced up that + way. “We've got her going, old-timer,” he announced lazily to the star. + </p> + <p> + Six miles back toward the edge of the “breaks” which are really the + beginning of the Badlands that border the Missouri River all through that + part of Montana, an even five hundred head of the Flying U's best grade + cows and their calves were settling down for the night upon a knoll that + had been the bed-ground of many a herd. At the Flying U ranch, in the care + of the Old Man, were the mortgages that would make the Happy Family + nominal owners of those five hundred cows and their calves. In the morning + Andy would ride back and help bring the herd upon its spring grazing + ground, which was the claims; in the meantime he was leisurely obeying an + impulse to ride into One Man coulee and spend the night under his own + roof. And, say what you will, there is a satisfaction not to be denied in + sleeping sometimes under one's own roof; and it doesn't matter in the + least that the roof is made of prairie dirt thrown upon cottonwood poles. + So he sang while he rode, and his voice boomed loud in the coulee and + scared long stilled echoes into repeating the song: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “We're here because we're here, because we're here, + because we're here, + + “We're here because we're here, because we're here, + because we're here—” + </pre> + <p> + That, if you please, is a song; there are a lot more verses exactly like + this one, which may be sung to the tune of Auld Lang Syne with much + effectiveness when one is in a certain mood. So Andy sang, while his tired + horse picked its way circumspectly among the scattered rocks of the trail + up the coulee. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “It's time you're here, it's time you're here, + It's time that you were here—” + </pre> + <p> + mocked an echo not of the hills. + </p> + <p> + Andy swore in his astonishment and gave his horse a kick as a mild hint + for haste. He thought he knew every woman-voice in the neighborhood—or + had until the colony came—but this voice, high and sweet and with a + compelling note that stirred him vaguely, was absolutely strange. While he + loped forward, silenced for the moment, he was conscious of a swift, keen + thankfulness that Pink had at the last minute decided to stay in camp that + night instead of accompanying Andy to One Man. He was in that mood when a + sentimental encounter appealed to him strongly; and a woman's voice, + singing to him from One Man cabin, promised undetermined adventure. + </p> + <p> + He did not sing again. There had been something in the voice that held him + quiet, listening, expectant. But she also was silent after that last, high + note—like a meadow lark startled in the middle of his song, thought + Andy whimsically. + </p> + <p> + He came within sight of the cabin, squatting in the shadow of the grove at + its back. He half expected to see a light, but the window was dark, the + door closed as he had left it. He felt a faint, unreasoning disappointment + that it was so. But he had heard her. That high note that lingered upon + the word “here” still tingled his senses. His eyes sent seeking glances + here and there as he rode up. + </p> + <p> + Then a horse nickered welcomingly, and someone rode out from the deeper + shadow at the corner of the cabin, hesitated as though tempted to flight, + and came on uncertainly. They met full before the cabin, and the woman + leaned and peered through the dusk at Andy. + </p> + <p> + “Is this—Mr. Mallory—Irish?” she asked nervously. “Oh dear! + Have I gone and made a fool of myself again?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all! Good evening, Miss Allen.” Andy folded his hands upon the + saddle horn and regarded her with a little smile, Keen for what might come + next. + </p> + <p> + “But you're not Irish Mallory. I thought I recognized the voice, or I + wouldn't have—” She urged her horse a step closer, and Andy observed + from her manner that she was not accustomed to horses. She reined as if + she were driving, so that the horse, bewildered, came sidling up to him. + “Who are you?” she asked him sharply. + </p> + <p> + “Me? Why, I'm a nice young man—a lot better singer than Irish. I + guess you never heard him, did you?” He kept his hands folded on the horn, + his whole attitude passive—a restful, reassuring passivity that + lulled her uneasiness more than words could have done. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, are you Andy Green? I seem to connect that name with your voice—and + what little I can see of you.” + </p> + <p> + “That's something, anyway.” Andy's tone was one of gratitude. “It's two + per cent. better than having to tell you right out who I am. I met you + three different times, Miss Allen,” he reproached. + </p> + <p> + “But always in a crowd,” she defended, “and I never talked with you, + particularly.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well, that's easily fixed,” he said. “It's a nice night,” he added, + looking up appreciatively at the brightening star-sprinkle. “Are you + living on your claim now? We can talk particularly on the way over.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen laughed and groped for a few loose hairs, found them and tucked + them carefully under her hatcrown. Andy remembered that gesture; it helped + him to visualize her clearly in spite of the deepening night. + </p> + <p> + “How far have you ridden today, Mr. Green?” she asked irrelevantly. + </p> + <p> + “Since daylight, you mean? Not so very far counting miles—We were + trailing a herd, you see. But I've been in the saddle since sunrise, + except when I was eating.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you want a cup of coffee, before you ride any farther. If I get + down, will you let me make it or you? I'd love to. I'm crazy to see inside + your cabin, but I only rode up and tried to peek in the window before you + came. I have two brothers and a cousin, so I understand men pretty well + and I know you can talk better when you aren't hungry.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you living on your claim?” he asked again, without moving. + </p> + <p> + “Why, yes. We moved in last week.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we'll ride over, then, and you can make coffee there. I'm not + hungry right now.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh.” She leaned again and peered at him, trying to read his face. “You + don't WANT me to go in!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I do—but I don't. If you stayed and made coffee, tomorrow + you'd be kicking yourself for it, and you'd be blaming me.” Which, + considering the life he had lived, almost wholly among men, was rather + astute of Andy Green. + </p> + <p> + “Oh.” Then she laughed. “You must have some sisters, Mr. Green.” She was + silent for a minute, looking at him. “You're right,” she said quietly + then. “I'm always making a fool of myself, just on the impulse of the + moment. The girls will be worried about me, as it is. But I don't want you + to ride any farther, Mr. Green. What I came to say need not take very + long, and I think I can find my way home alone, all right.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll take you home when you're ready to go,” said Andy quietly. All at + once he had wanted to shield her, to protect her from even so slight an + unconventionality as making his coffee for him. He had felt averse to + putting her at odds with her conventional self, of inviting unfavorable + criticism of himself; dimly, because instinct rather than cold analysis + impelled him. What he had told her was the sum total of his formulated + ideas. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'm ready to go now, since you insist on my being conventional. I + did not come West with the expectation of being tied to a book of + etiquette, Mr. Green. But I find one can't get away from it after all. + Still, living on one's own claim twelve miles from a town is something!” + </p> + <p> + “That's a whole lot, I should say,” Andy assured her politely, and + refrained from asking her what she expected to do with that eighty acres + of arid land. He turned his tired horse and rode alongside her, prudently + waiting for her to give the key. + </p> + <p> + “I'm not supposed to be away over here, you know,” she began when they + were near the foot of the bluff up which the trail wound seeking the + easiest slopes and avoiding boulders and deep cuts. “I'm supposed to be + just out riding, and the girls expected me back by sundown. But I've been + trying and trying to find some of you Flying U boys—as they call you + men who have taken so much land—on your claims. I don't know that + what I could tell you would do you a particle of good—or anyone + else. But I wanted to tell you, anyway, just to clear my own mind.” + </p> + <p> + “It does lots of good just to meet you,” said Andy with straightforward + gallantry. “Pleasures are few and far between, out here.” + </p> + <p> + “You said that very nicely, I'm sure,” she snubbed. “Well, I'm going to + tell you, anyway—just on the chance of doing some good.” Then she + stopped. + </p> + <p> + Andy rode a rod or two, glancing at her inquiringly, waiting for her to go + on. She was guiding her horse awkwardly where it needed only to be let + alone, and he wanted to give her a lesson in riding. But it seemed too + early in their acquaintance for that, so he waited another minute. + </p> + <p> + “Miss Hallman is going to make you a lot of trouble,” she began abruptly. + “I thought perhaps it might be better for you—all of you—if + you knew it in advance, so there would be no sudden anger and excitement. + All the settlers are antagonistic, Mr. Green—all but me, and one or + two of the girls. They are going to do everything they can to prevent your + land-scheme from going through. You are going to be watched and—and + your land contested—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we'll be right there, I guess, when the dust settles,” he filled in + her thought unmoved. + </p> + <p> + “I—almost hope so,” she ventured. “For my part, I can see the side—your + side. I can see where it is very hard for the cattle men to give up their + range. It is like the big plantations down south, when the slaves were + freed. It had to be done, and yet it was hard upon those planters who + depended on free labor. They resented it deeply; deeply enough to shed + blood—and that is one thing I dread here. I hope, Mr. Green, that + you will not resort to violence. I want to urge you all to—to—” + </p> + <p> + “I understand,” said Andy softly. “A-course, we're pretty bad when we get + started, all right. We're liable to ride up on dark nights and shoot our + enemies through the window—I can't deny it, Miss Allen. And if it + comes right to a show-down, I may as well admit that some of us would + think nothing at all of taking a man out and hanging him to the first + three we come to, that was big enough to hold him. But now that ladies + have come into the country, a-course we'll try and hold our tempers down + all we can. Miss Hallman, now—I don't suppose there's a man in the + bunch that would shoot her, no matter what she done to us. We take pride + in being polite to women. You've read that about us, haven't you, Miss + Allen? And you've seen us on the stage—well, it's a fact, all right. + Bad as we are, and wild and tough, and savage when we're crossed, a lady + can just do anything with us, if she goes at it the right way.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you. I felt sure that you would not harm any of us. Will you + promise not to be violent—not to—to—” + </p> + <p> + Andy sat sidewise in the saddle, so that he faced her. Miss Allen could + just make out his form distinctly; his face was quite hidden, except that + she could see the shine of his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Miss Allen,” he protested with soft apology “You musta known what to + expect when you moved out amongst us rough characters. You know I can make + any promises about being mild with the men that try to get the best of us. + If you've got friends—brothers—anybody here that you think a + lot of Miss Allen, I advise you to send 'em outa the country, before + trouble breaks loose; because when she starts she'll start a-popping. I + know I can't answer for my self, what I'm liable to do if they bother me; + and I'm about the mildest one in the bunch. What the rest of the boys + would do—Irish Mallory for instance—I hate to think, Miss + Allen. I—hate—to—think!” + </p> + <p> + Afterwards, when he thought it all over dispassionately, Andy wondered why + he had talked to Miss Allen like that. He had not done it deliberately, + just to frighten her—yet he had frightened her to a certain extent. + He had roused her apprehension for the safety of her neighbors and the + ultimate well-being of himself and his fellows. She had been so anxious + over winning him to more peaceful ways that she had forgotten to give him + any details of the coming struggle. Andy was sorry for that. He wished, on + the way home, that he knew just what Florence Grace Hallman intended to + do. + </p> + <p> + Not that it mattered greatly. Whatever she did, Andy felt that it would be + futile. The Happy Family were obeying the land laws implicitly, except as + their real incentive had been an unselfish one. He could not feel that it + was wrong to try and save the Flying U; was not loyalty a virtue? And was + not the taking of land for the preservation of a fine, fair dealing outfit + that had made itself a power for prosperity and happiness in that country, + a perfectly laudable enterprise? Andy believed so. + </p> + <p> + Even though they did, down in their deepest thoughts, think of the Flying + U's interest, Andy did not believe that Florence Grace Hallman or anyone + else could produce any evidence that would justify a contest for their + land. Though they planned among themselves for the good of the Flying U, + they were obeying the law and the dictates of their range-conscience and + their personal ideas of right and justice and loyalty to their friends and + to themselves. They were not conspiring against the general prosperity of + the country in the hope of great personal gain. When you came to that, + they were saving fifty men from bitter disappointment—counting one + settler to every eighty acres, as the Syndicate apparently did. + </p> + <p> + Still, Andy wondered why he had represented himself and his friends to be + such bloodthirsty devils. He grinned wickedly over some of the things he + had said, and over her womanly perturbation and pleading that they would + spare the lives of their enemies. Oh, well—if she repeated half to + Florence Grace Hallman, that lady would maybe think twice before she + tackled the contract of boosting the Happy Family off their claims. So at + the last he managed to justify his lying to her. He liked Miss Allen. He + was pleased to think that at least she would not forget him the minute he + was out of her sight. + </p> + <p> + He went to sleep worrying, not over the trouble which Florence Grace + Hallman might be plotting to bring upon him, but about Miss Allen's given + name and her previous condition of servitude. He hoped that she was not a + stenographer, and he hoped her first name was not Mary; and if you know + the history of Andy Green you will remember that he had a reason for + disliking both the name and the vocation. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 11. A MOVING CHAPTER IN EVENTS + </h2> + <p> + Having nothing more than a general warning of trouble ahead to disturb + him, Andy rode blithely back down the coulee and met the herd just after + sunrise. Dreams of Miss Allen had left a pleasant mood behind them, though + the dreams themselves withdrew behind the veil of forgetfulness when he + awoke. He wondered what her first name was. He wondered how far Irish's + acquaintance with her had progressed, but he did not worry much about + Irish. Having represented himself to be an exceedingly dangerous man, and + having permitted himself to be persuaded into promising reform and a calm + demeanor—for her sake—he felt tolerably sure of her interest + in him. He had heard that a woman loves best the taming of a dangerous + man, and he whistled and sang and smiled until the dust of the coming herd + met him full. Since he felt perfectly sure of the result, he hoped that + Florence Grace Hallman would start something, just so that he might show + Miss Allen how potent was her influence over a bad, bad man who still has + virtues worth nurturing carefully. + </p> + <p> + Weary, riding point on the loitering herd, grinned a wordless greeting. + Andy passed with a casual wave of his hand and took his place on the left + flank. From his face Weary guessed that all was well with the claims, and + the assurance served to lighten his spirits. Soon he heard Andy singing at + the top of his voice, and his own thoughts fell into accord with the words + of the ditty. He began to sing also, whenever he knew the words. Farther + back, Pink took it up, and then the others joined in, until all + unconsciously they had turned the monotonous drive into a triumphal march. + </p> + <p> + “They're a little bit rough I must confess, the most of them at least,” + prompted Andy, starting on the second verse alone because the others + didn't know the song as well as he. He waited a second for them to join + him, and went on extolling the valor of all true cowboys: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “But long's you do not cross their trail you can live with + them at peace. + + “But if you do they're sure to rule, the day you come to + their land, + + “For they'll follow you up and shoot it out, and do it man to + man.” + </pre> + <p> + “Say, Weary! They tell me Florence Grace is sure hittin' the warpost! + Ain't yuh scared?” + </p> + <p> + Weary shook his head and rode forward to ease the leaders into a narrow + gulch that would cut off a mile or so of the journey. + </p> + <p> + “Taking 'em up One Man?” called Pink, and got a nod for answer. There was + a lull in the singing while they shouted and swore at these stubborn cows + who would have tried to break back on the way to a clover patch, until the + gulch broadened into an arm of One Man Coulee itself. It was all peaceful + and easy and just as they had planned. The morning was cool and the cattle + contented. They were nearing their claims, and all that would remain for + them to do was the holding of their herd upon the appointed grazing + ground. So would the requirements of the law be fulfilled and the + machinations of the Syndicate be thwarted and the land saved to the Flying + U, all in one. + </p> + <p> + And then the leaders, climbing the hill at a point half a mile below + Andy's cabin, balked, snorted and swung back. Weary spurred up to push + them forward, and so did Andy and Pink. They rode up over the ridge + shouting and urging the reluctant cattle ahead, and came plump into the + very dooryard of a brand new shack. A man was standing in the doorway + watching the disturbance his presence had created; when he saw the three + riders come bulging up over the crest of the bluff, his eyes widened. + </p> + <p> + The three came to a stop before him, too astonished to do more than stare. + Once past the fancied menace of the new building and the man, the cattle + went trotting awkwardly across the level, their calves galloping + alongside. + </p> + <p> + “Hello,” said Weary at last, “what do you think you're doing here?” + </p> + <p> + “Me? I'm holding down a claim. What are you doing?” The man did not seem + antagonistic or friendly or even neutral toward them. He seemed to be + waiting. He eyed the cattle that kept coming, urged on by those who + shouted at them in the coulee below. He watched them spread out and go + trotting away after the leaders. + </p> + <p> + “Say, when did yuh take this claim?” Andy leaned negligently forward and + looked at him curiously. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, a week or so ago. Why?” + </p> + <p> + “I just wondered. I took it up myself, four weeks ago. Four forties I've + got, strung out in a line that runs from here to yonder. You've got over + on my land—by mistake, of course. I just thought I'd tell yuh,” he + added casually, straightening up, “because I didn't think you knew it + before.” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks.” The man smiled one-sidedly and began filling a pipe while he + watched them. + </p> + <p> + “A-course it won't be much trouble to move your shack,” Andy continued + with neighborly interest. “A wheelbarrow will take it, easy. Back here on + the bench a mile or so, yuh may find a patch of ground that nobody + claims.” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks.” The man picked a match from his pocket and striking it on the + new yellow door-casing lighted his pipe. + </p> + <p> + Andy moved uneasily. He did not like that man, for all he appeared so + thankful for information. The fellow had a narrow forehead and broad, high + cheek bones and a predatory nose. His eyes were the wrong shade of blue + and the lids drooped too much at the outer corners. Andy studied him + curiously. Did the man know what he was up against, or did he not? Was he + sincere in his ready thanks, or was he sarcastic? The man looked up at him + then. His eyes were clean of any hidden meaning, but they were the wrong + shade of blue—the shade that is opaque and that you feel hides much + that should be revealed to you. + </p> + <p> + “Seems like there's been quite a crop of shacks grown up since I rode over + this way,” Weary announced suddenly, returning from a brief scurry after + the leaders, that inclined too much toward the south in their travel. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, the country's settling up pretty fast,” conceded the man in the + doorway. + </p> + <p> + “Well, by golly!” bellowed Slim, popping up from below on a heaving horse. + Slim was getting fatter every year, and his horses always puffed when they + climbed a hill under his weight. His round eyes glared resentfully at the + man and the shack and at the three who were sitting there so quietly on + their horses—just as if they had ridden up for a friendly call. + “Ain't this shack on your land?” he spluttered to Andy. + </p> + <p> + “Why, yes. It is, just right at present.” Andy admitted, following the + man's example in the matter of a smoke, except that Andy rolled and + lighted a cigarette. “He's going to move it, though.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh. Thanks.” With the one-sided smile. + </p> + <p> + “Say, you needn't thank ME,” Andy protested in his polite tone. “YOU'RE + going to move it, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “You may know, but I don't,” corrected the other. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that's all right. You may not know right now, but don't let that + worry yuh. This is sure a great country for pilgrims to wise up in.” + </p> + <p> + Big Medicine came up over the hill a hundred feet or so from them; goggled + a minute at the bold trespass and came loping across the intervening + space. “Say, by cripes, what's this mean?” he bawled. “Claim-jumper, hey? + Say, young feller, do you realize what you're doing—squattin' down + on another man's land. Don't yuh know claim-jumpers git shot, out here? Or + lynched?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, cut out all that rough stuff!” advised the man wearily. “I know who + you are, and what your bluff is worth. I know you can't held a foot of + land if anybody is a mind to contest your claims. I've filed a contest on + this eighty, here, and I'm going to hold it. Let that soak into your + minds. I don't want any trouble—I'm even willing to take a good deal + in the way of bluster, rather than have trouble. But I'm going to stay. + See?” He waved his pipe in a gesture of finality and continued to smoke + and to watch them impersonally, leaning against the door in that lounging + negligence which is so irritating to a disputant. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, all right—if that's the way you feel about it,” Andy replied + indifferently, and turned away. “Come on, boys—no use trying to + bluff that gazabo. He's wise.” + </p> + <p> + He rode away with his face turned over his shoulder to see if the others + were going to follow. When he was past the corner and therefore out of the + man's sight, he raised his arm and beckoned to them imperatively, with a + jerk of his head to add insistence. The four of them looked after him + uncertainly. Weary kicked his horse and started, then Pink did the same. + Andy beckoned again, more emphatically than before, and Big Medicine, who + loved a fight as he loved to win a jackpot, turned and glared at the man + in the doorway as he passed. Slim was rumbling by-golly ultimatums in his + fat chest when he came up. + </p> + <p> + “Pink, you go on back and put the boys next, when they come up with the + drag they won't do anything much but hand out a few remarks and ride on.” + Andy said, in the tone of one who knows exactly what he means to do. “This + is my claim-jumper. Chances are I've got three more to handle—or + will have. Nothing like starting off right. Tell the boys just rag the + fellow a little and ride on, like we did. Get the cattle up here and set + Happy and Slim day-herding and the rest of us'll get busy.” + </p> + <p> + “You wouldn't tell for a dollar, would yuh?” Pi asked him with his dimples + showing. + </p> + <p> + “I've got to think it out first,” Andy evaded, “feel all the symptoms of + an idea. You let me alone a while.” + </p> + <p> + “Say, yuh going to tell him he's been found out and yuh know his past,” + began Slim, “like yuh done Dunk? I'll bet, by golly—” + </p> + <p> + “Go on off and lay down!” Andy retorted pettishly. “I never worked the + same one off on you twice, did I? Think I'm getting feeble-minded? It + ain't hard to put his nibs on the run—that's dead easy. Trouble is I + went and hobbled myself. I promised a lady I'd be mild.” + </p> + <p> + “Mamma!” muttered Weary, his sunny eyes taking in the shack-dotted + horizon. “Mild!—and all these jumpers on our hands!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well—there's more'n one way to kill a cat,” Andy reminded them + cheerfully. “You go on back and post the boys, Pink, not to get too + riled.” + </p> + <p> + He galloped off and left them to say and think what they pleased. He was + not uneasy over their following his advice or waiting for his plan. For + Andy Green had risen rapidly to a tacit leadership, since first he told + them of the coming colony. From being the official Ananias of the outfit, + king of all joke-makers, chief irritator of the bunch, whose lightest word + was suspected of hiding some deep meaning and whose most innocent action + was analysed, he had come to the point where they listened to him and + depended upon him to see a way out of every difficulty. They would depend + upon him now; of that he was sure—therefore they would wait for his + plan. + </p> + <p> + Strange as it may seem, the Happy Family had not seriously considered the + possibility of having their claims “jumped” so long as they kept valid + their legal residence. They had thought that they would be watched and + accused of collusion with the Flying U, and they intended to be extremely + careful. They meant to stay upon their claims at least seven months in the + year, which the law required. They meant to have every blade of grass + eaten by their own cattle, which would be counted as improving their + claims. They meant to give a homelike air of permanency to their + dwellings. They had already talked over a tentative plan of bringing water + to their desert claims, and had ridden over the bench-land for two days, + with the plat at hand for reference, that they might be sure of choosing + their claims wisely. They had prepared for every contingency save the one + that had arisen—which is a common experience with us all. They had + not expected that their claims would be jumped and contests filed so early + in the game, as long as they maintained their residence. + </p> + <p> + However, Andy was not dismayed at the turn of events. It was stimulating + to the imagination to be brought face to face with an emergency such as + this, and to feel that one must handle it with strength and diplomacy and + a mildness of procedure that would find favor in the eyes of a girl. + </p> + <p> + He looked across the waving grass to where the four roomed shack was built + upon the four corners of four “eighties” so that four women might live + together and yet be said to live upon their own claims. That was drawing + the line pretty fine, of course; finer than the Happy Family would have + dared to draw it. But no one would raise any objection, on account of + their being women and timid about living alone. Andy smiled + sympathetically because the four conjunctive corners of the four claims + happened to lie upon a bald pinnacle bare of grass or shelter or water, + even. The shack stood bleakly revealed to the four winds—but also it + over looked the benchland and the rolling, half-barren land to the west, + which comprised Antelope Coulee and Dry Coulee and several other + good-for-nothing coulees capable of supporting nothing but coyotes and + prairie dogs and gophers. + </p> + <p> + A mile that way Andy rode, and stopped upon the steep side of a gulch + which was an arm of Antelope Coulee. He looked down into the gulch, + searched with his eyes for the stake that marked the southeast corner of + the eighty lying off in this direction from the shack, and finally saw it + fifty yards away on a bald patch of adobe. + </p> + <p> + He resisted the temptation to ride over and call upon Miss Allen—the + resistance made easier by the hour, which was eight o'clock or thereabouts—and + rode back to the others very well satisfied with himself and his plan. + </p> + <p> + He found the whole Happy Family gathered upon the level land just over his + west line, extolling resentment while they waited his coming. Grinning, he + told them his plan, and set them grinning also. He gave them certain work + to be done, and watched them scatter to do his bidding. Then he turned and + rode away upon business of his own. + </p> + <p> + The claim-jumper, watching the bench land through a pair of field glasses, + saw a herd of cows and calves scattered and feeding contentedly upon the + young grass a mile or so away. Two men on horseback loitered upon the + outer fringe of the herd. From a distance hilltop came the staccato sound + of hammers where an other shack was going up. Cloud shadows slid silently + over the land, with bright sunlight chasing after. Of the other horsemen + who had come up the bluff with the cattle, he saw not a sign. So the man + yawned and went in to his breakfast. + </p> + <p> + Many times that day he stood at the corner of his shack with the glasses + sweeping the bench-land. Toward noon the cattle drifted into a coulee + where there was water. In a couple of hours they drifted leisurely back + upon high ground and scattered to their feeding, still watched and tended + by the two horsemen who looked the most harmless of individuals. One was + fat and red-faced and spent at least half of his time lying prone upon + some slope in the shade of his horse. The other was thin and awkward, and + slouched in the saddle or sat upon the ground with his knees drawn up and + his arms clasped loosely around them, a cigarette dangling upon his lower + lip, himself the picture of boredom. + </p> + <p> + There was nothing whatever to indicate that events were breeding in that + peaceful scene, and that adventure was creeping close upon the watcher. He + went in from his fourth or fifth inspection, and took a nap. + </p> + <p> + That night he was awakened by a pounding on the side of the shack where + was his window. By the time he had reached the middle of the floor—and + you could count the time in seconds—a similar pounding was at the + door. He tried to open the door and couldn't. He went to the window and + could see nothing, although the night had not been dark when he went to + bed. He shouted, and there was no reply; nor could he hear any talking + without. His name, by the way, was H. J. Owens, though his name does not + matter except for convenience in mentioning him. Owens, then, lighted a + lamp, and almost instantly was forced to reach out quickly and save it + from toppling, because one corner of the shack was lifting, lifting... + </p> + <p> + Outside, the Happy Family worked in silence. Before they had left One Man + Coulee they had known exactly what they were to do, and how to do it. They + knew who was to nail the hastily constructed shutter over the window. They + knew who was to fasten the door so that it could not be opened from + within. They knew also who were to use the crow-bars, who were to roll the + skids under the shack. + </p> + <p> + There were twelve of them—because Bert Rogers had insisted upon + helping. In not many more minutes than there were men, they were in their + saddles, ready to start. The shack lurched forward after the straining + horses. Once it was fairly started it moved more easily than you might + think it could do, upon crude runners made of cottonwood logs eight inches + or so in diameter and long enough for cross pieces bolted in front and + rear. The horses pulled it easily with the ropes tied to the saddle-horns, + just as they had many times pulled the roundup wagons across mirey creeks + or up steep slopes; just as they had many times pulled stubborn cattle or + dead cattle—just as they had been trained to pull anything and + everything their masters chose to attach to their ropes. + </p> + <p> + Within, Owens called to them and cursed them. When they had just gained an + even pace, he emptied his revolver through the four sides of the shack. + But he did not know where they were, exactly, so that he was compelled to + shoot at random. And since the five shots seemed to have no effect + whatever upon the steady progress of the shack, he decided to wait until + he could see where to aim. There was no use, he reflected, in wasting good + ammunition when there was a strong probability that he would need it + later. + </p> + <p> + After a half hour or more of continuous travel, the shack tilted on a + steep descent. H. J. Owens blew out his lamp and swore when a box came + sliding against his shins in the dark. The descent continued until it was + stopped with a jolt that made him bite his tongue painfully, so that tears + came into the eyes that were the wrong shade of blue to please Andy Green. + He heard a laugh cut short and a muttered command, and that was all. The + shack heaved, toppled, righted itself and went on down, and down, and + down; jerked sidewise to the left, went forward and then swung joltingly + the other way. When finally it came to a permanent stand it was sitting + with an almost level floor. + </p> + <p> + Then the four corners heaved upward, two at a time, and settled with a + final squeal of twisted boards and nails. There was a sound of confused + trampling, and after that the lessening sounds of departure. Mr. Owens + tried the door again, and found it still fast. He relighted the lamp, + carried it to the window and looked upon rough boards outside the glass. + He meditated anxiously and decided to remain quiet until daylight. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family worked hard, that night. Before daylight they were in + their beds and snoring except the two who guarded the cattle. Each was in + his own cabin. His horse was in his corral, smooth-coated and dry. There + was nothing to tell of the night's happenings,—nothing except the + satisfied grins on their faces when they woke and remembered. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 12. SHACKS, LIVE STOCK AND PILGRIMS PROMPTLY AND PAINFULLY REMOVED + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “I'm looking rather seedy now, while holding down my + claim, + And my grub it isn't always served the best, + And the mice play shyly round me as I lay me down to rest In + my little old sod shanty on my claim. + Oh, the hinges are of leather and the windows have no glass, + And the roof it lets the howling blizzards in, + And I hear the hungry kiote as he sneaks up through + grass— +</pre> + <p> + “Say! have they got down the hill yet, Pink;” Pink took his cigarette from + his fingers, leaned and peered cautiously through the grimy window. + “Unh-huh. They're coming up the flat.” + </p> + <p> + Whereupon Andy Green, ostentatiously washing his breakfast dishes, skipped + two or three verses and lifted his voice in song to fit the occasion. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “How I wish that some kind-hearted girl would pity on me + take, + And relieve me of the mess that I am in! + Oh, the angel, how I'd bless her if her home with me she'd + make, + In my little old sod shanty— +</pre> + <p> + “Got her yet?” And he craned his neck to look. “Aw, they've pulled up, out + there, listening!” + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “My clothes are plastered o'er with dough, I'm looking like a + fright, + And everything is scattered round the room—” + </pre> + <p> + “Why don't yuh stop that caterwauling?” Pink demanded fretfully. “You'll + queer the whole play if you keep it up. They'll swear you're drunk!” + </p> + <p> + There was sense in that. Andy finished the line about remaining two happy + lovers in his little old sod shanty, and went to the door with the + dishpan. He threw out the water, squeezed the dishrag in one hand and gave + the inside of the pan a swipe before he appeared to discover that Miss + Allen and Florence Grace Hallman were riding up to his door. As a matter + of fact, he had seen them come over the top of the bluff and had long ago + guessed who they were. + </p> + <p> + He met them with a smile of surprised innocence, and invited them inside. + They refused to come, and even Miss Allen showed a certain reproachful + coolness toward him. Andy felt hurt at that, but he did not manifest the + fact. Instead he informed them that it was a fine morning. And were they + out taking a look around? + </p> + <p> + They were. They were looking up the men who had perpetrated the outrage + last night upon four settlers. + </p> + <p> + “Outrage?” Andy tilted the dishpan against the cabin wall, draped the + dishrag over the handle and went forward, pulling down his sleeves. “What + outrage is that, Miss Hallman? Anybody killed?” + </p> + <p> + Miss Hallman watched him with her narrowed glance. She saw the quick + glance he gave Miss Allen, and her lids narrowed still more. So that was + it! But she did not swerve from her purpose, for all this unexpected + thrust straight to the heart of her self-love. + </p> + <p> + “You know that no one was killed. But you damaged enough property to place + you on the wrong side of the law, Mr. Green. Not one of those shacks can + be gotten out of the gulch except in pieces!” + </p> + <p> + Andy smiled inside his soul, but his face was bewildered; his eyes fixed + themselves blankly upon her face. “Me? Damaging property? Miss Hallman, + you don't know me yet!” Which was perfectly true. “What shacks are you + talking about? In what gulch? All the shacks I've seen so far have been + stuck up on bald pinnacles where the blizzards will hit 'em coming and + going next winter.” He glanced again at Miss Allen with a certain + sympathetic foretaste of what she would suffer next winter if she stayed + in her shack. + </p> + <p> + “Don't try to play innocent, Mr. Green.” Florence Grace Hallman drew her + brows together. “We all know perfectly well who dragged those shacks off + the claims last night.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you mean that you think you know? I'm afraid you've kinda taken it + for granted I'd be mixed up in any deviltry you happened to hear about. + I've got in bad with you—I know that—but just the same, I hate + to be accused of everything that takes place in the country. All this is + sure interesting news to me. Whereabouts was they taken from? And when, + and where to? Miss Allen, you'll tell me the straight of this, won't you? + And I'll get my hoss and you'll show me what gulch she's talking about, + won't you?” + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen puckered her lips into a pout which meant indecision, and + glanced at Florence Grace Hallman. And Miss Hallman frowned at being + shunted into the background and referred to as she, and set her teeth into + her lower lip. + </p> + <p> + “Miss Allen prefers to choose her own company,” she said with distinct + rudeness. “Don't try to wheedle her—you can't do it. And you needn't + get your horse to ride anywhere with us, Mr. Green. It's useless. I just + wanted to warn you that nothing like what happened last night will be + tolerated. We know all about you Flying U men—you Happy Family.” She + said it as if she were calling them something perfectly disgraceful. “You + may be just as tough and bad a you please—you can't frighten anyone + into leaving the country or into giving up one iota of their rights. I + came to you because you are undoubtedly the ring-leader of the gang.” She + accented gang. “You ought to be shot for what you did last night. And if + you keep on—” She left the contingency to his imagination. + </p> + <p> + “Well, if settling up the country means that men are going to be shot for + going to bed at dark and asleeping till sun-up, all I've got to say is + that things ain't like they used to be. We were all plumb peaceful here + till your colony came, Miss Hallman. Why, the sheriff never got out this + way often enough to know the trails! He always had to ask his way around. + If your bunch of town mutts can't behave themselves and leave each other + alone, I don't know what's to be done about it. We ain't hired to keep the + peace.” + </p> + <p> + “No, you've been hired to steal all the land you can and make all the + trouble you can. We understand that perfectly.” + </p> + <p> + Andy shook his head in meek denial, and with a sudden impulse turned + toward the cabin. “Oh, Pink!” he called, and brought that boyish-faced + young man to the door, his eyes as wide and as pure as the eyes of a + child. + </p> + <p> + Pink lifted his hat with just the proper degree of confusion to impress + the girls with his bashfulness and his awe of their presence. His eyes + were the same pansy-purple as when the Flying U first made tumultuous + acquaintance with him. His apparent innocence had completely fooled the + Happy Family, you will remember. They had called him Mamma's Little Lamb + and had composed poetry and horrific personal history for his benefit. The + few years had not changed him. His hair was still yellow and curly. The + dimples still dodged into his cheeks unexpectedly; he was still much like + a stick of dynamite wrapped in white tissue and tied with a ribbon. He + looked an angel of innocence, and in reality he was a little devil. + </p> + <p> + Andy introduced him, and Pink bowed and had all the appearance of blushing—though + you will have to ask Pink how he managed to create that optical illusion. + “What did you want?” he asked in his soft, girlish voice, turning to Andy + bashfully. But from the corner of his eye Pink saw that a little smile of + remembrance had come to soften Miss Hallman's angry features, and that the + other girl was smiling also. Pink hated that attitude of pleasant + patronage which women were so apt to take toward him, but for the present + it suited his purpose to encourage it. + </p> + <p> + “Pink, what time was it when we went to bed last night?” Andy asked him in + the tone of one who wished to eliminate all doubt of his virtue. + </p> + <p> + “Why—it was pretty early. We didn't light the lamp at all, you + remember. You went to bed before I did—we couldn't see the cards—” + He stopped confusedly, and again he gave the two women the impression that + he blushed. “We weren't playing for money,” he hurriedly explained. “Just + for pastime. It's—pretty lonesome—sometimes.” + </p> + <p> + “Somebody did something to somebody last night,” Andy informed Pink with a + resentful impatience. “Miss Hallman thinks we're the guilty parties—me + in particular, because she don't like me. It's something about some shacks—damaging + property, she called it. Just what was it you said was done, Miss + Hallman?” He turned his honest, gray eyes toward her and met her + suspicious look steadily. + </p> + <p> + Miss Hallman bit her lip. She had been perfectly sure of the guilt of Andy + Green, and of the others who were his friends. Now, in spite of all reason + she was not so sure. And there had been nothing more tangible than two + pairs of innocent-looking eyes and the irreproachable manners of two men + to change her conviction. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I naturally took it for granted that you did it,” she weakened. + “The shacks were moved off eighties that you have filed upon, Mr. Green. + Mr. Owens told me this morning that you men came by his place and + threatened him yesterday, and ordered him to move. No one else would have + any object in molesting him or the others.” Her voice hardened again as + her mind dwelt upon the circumstances. “It must have been you!” she + finished sharply. + </p> + <p> + Whereupon Pink gave her a distressed look that made Miss Hallman flush + unmistakably. “I'm just about distracted, this morning,” she apologized. + “I took it upon myself to see these settlers through—and everybody + makes it just as hard as possible for me. Why should all you fellows treat + us the way you do? We—” + </p> + <p> + “Why, we aren't doing a thing!” Pink protested diffidently. “We thought + we'd take up some claims and go to ranching for ourselves, when we got + discharged from the Flying U. We didn't mean any harm—everybody's + taking up claims. We've bought some cattle and we're going to try and get + ahead, like other folks. We—I wanted to cut out all this wildness—” + </p> + <p> + “Are those your cattle up on the hill? Some men shipped in four carloads + of young stock, yesterday, to Dry Lake. They drove them out here intending + to turn them on the range, and a couple of men—” + </p> + <p> + “Four men,” Miss Allen corrected with a furtive twinkle in her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Some men refused to let them cross that big coulee back there. They drove + the cattle back toward Dry Lake, and told Mr. Simmons and Mr. Chase and + some others that they shouldn't come on this bench back here at all. That + was another thing I wanted to see you men about.” + </p> + <p> + “Maybe they were going to mix their stock up with ours,” Pink ventured + mildly. + </p> + <p> + “Your men shot, and shot, and shot—the atmosphere up there is shot + so full of holes that the wind just whistles through!” Miss Allen informed + then gravely, with her eyebrows all puckered together and the furtive + little twinkle in her eyes. “And they yelled so that we could hear them + from the house! They made those poor cows and those poor, weenty calves + just go trotting back across the coulee. My new book on farming says you + positively must not hurry cattle. It—oh, it does something to the + butter-fat—joggles it all up or something—I'll lend you the + book. I found the chapter on Proper Treatment of Dairy Stock, and I + watched those men with the book in my hands. Why, it was terribly + unscientific, the way they drove those cow-critters!” + </p> + <p> + “I'll come over and get the book,” Andy promised her, with a look in his + eyes that displeased Miss Hallman very much. “We're ashamed of our + ignorance. We'd like to have you learn us what's in the book.” + </p> + <p> + “I will. And every week—just think of that! I'm to get a real farm + paper.” + </p> + <p> + “I'd like to borrow the paper too,” Andy declared instantly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, and—what's going to be done about all those bullet-holes? They—they + might create a draught—” + </p> + <p> + “We'll ride around that way and plug 'em up,” Andy assured her solemnly. + “Whenever you've got time to show me about where they're at.” + </p> + <p> + “It will be a pleasure. I can tell where they are, but they're too high + for me to reach. Wherever the wind whistles there's a hole in the + atmosphere. And there are places where the air just quivers, so you can + see it. That is the shock those bold, bad men gave it with the words they + used. They—used—words, Mr. Green! If we could scheme some way + to pull out all those wrinkles—I do love a nice, clean, smooth + atmosphere where I live. It's so wrinkly—” + </p> + <p> + “I'll attend to all that, right away.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Hallman decided that she had nothing further to say to Mr. Green. She + wheeled her horse rather abruptly and rode off with a curt goodbye. Miss + Allen, being new at the business of handling a horse, took more time in + pulling her mount around. While her back was turned to Florence Grace and + her face was turned toward Pink and Andy, she gave them a twinkling glance + that had one lowered eyelid to it, twisted her lips, and spoke sharply to + her horse. They might make of it what they would. Florence Grace looked + back impatiently—perhaps suspiciously also—and saw Miss Allen + coming on with docile haste. + </p> + <p> + So that ended the interview which Miss Hallman had meant to be so + impressive. A lot of nonsense that left a laugh behind and the idea that + Miss Allen at least did not disapprove of harassing claim-jumpers. Andy + Green was two hundred per cent. more cheerful after that, and his brain + was more active and his determination more fixed. For all that he stared + after them thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + “She winked at us—if I've got eyes in my head. What do you reckon + she meant, Pink?” he asked when the two riders had climbed over the ridge. + “And what she said about the bold, bad men shooting holes that have to be + plugged up—and about liking a nice, smooth atmosphere? Do you + suppose she meant that it's liable to take bold, bad men to clean the + atmosphere, or—” + </p> + <p> + “What difference does it make what she meant? There's jumpers left—two + on Bud's place—and he's oary-eyed over it, and was going to read 'em + the riot act proper, when I left to come over here. And a couple of men + drove onto that south eighty of Mig's with a load of lumber, just as I + come by. Looks to me like we've got our hands full, Andy. There'll be + holes to plug up somewhere besides in the atmosphere, if you ask me.” + </p> + <p> + “Long as they don't get anything on us I ain't in the state of mind where + I give a darn. That little brown-eyed Susan'll keep us posted if they + start anything new—what did she mean by that wink, do you reckon?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, don't get softening of the emotions,” Pink advised impatiently. + “That's the worst thing we've got to steer clear of, Andy! All them women + in the game is going to make it four times as hard to stand 'em off. Irish + is foolish over this one you're gettin' stuck on—you'll be fighting + each other, if you don't look out. That Florence Grace lady ain't so slow—she's + going to use the women to keep us fellows guessing.” + </p> + <p> + Andy sighed. “We can block that play, of course,” he said. “Come on, Pink, + let's go round up the boys and see what's been taking place with them + cattle. Shipped in four carloads already, have they?” He began pulling on + his chaps rather hurriedly. “Worst of it is, you can't stampede a bunch of + darned tame cows, either,” he complained. + </p> + <p> + They found Irish and the Native Son on day-herd, with the cattle scattered + well along the western line of the claims. Big Medicine, Weary, Cal Emmett + and Jack Bates were just returning from driving the settlers' stock well + across Antelope Coulee which had been decided upon as a hypothetical + boundary line until such time as a fence could be built. + </p> + <p> + They talked with the day-herders, and they talked with the other four. + Chip came up from the ranch with the Kid riding proudly beside him on + Silver, and told them that the Honorable Mr. Blake was at the Flying U and + had sent word that he would be pleased to take the legal end of the fight, + if the Happy Family so desired. Which was in itself a vast encouragement. + The Honorable Blake had said that they were well within their rights thus + far, and advised them to permit service of the contest notices, and to go + calmly on fulfilling the law. Which was all very well as far as it went, + providing they were permitted to go on calmly. + </p> + <p> + “What about them cattle they're trying to git across our land?” Slim + wanted to know. “We got a right to keep 'em off, ain't we?” + </p> + <p> + Chip said that he thought they had, but to make sure, he would ask the + Honorable Blake. Trespassing, he said, might be avoided— + </p> + <p> + Right there Andy was seized with an idea. He took Chip—because of + his artistic talents which, he said, had been plumb wasted lately—to + one side. After wards they departed in haste, with Pink and Weary + galloping close at their heels. In a couple of hours they returned to the + boundary where the cattle still fed all scattered out in a long line, and + behind them drove Pink and Weary in the one wagon which the Family + possessed. + </p> + <p> + “It oughta help some,” grinned Andy, when the Native Son came curiously + over to see what it was they were erecting there on the prairie. “It's a + fair warning, and shows 'em where to head in at.” + </p> + <p> + The Native Son read the sign, which was three feet long and stood nailed + to two posts ready for planting solidly in the earth. He showed his even, + white teeth in a smile of approval. “Back it up, and it ought to do some + good,” he said. + </p> + <p> + They dug holes and set the posts, and drove on to where they meant to + plant another sign exactly like the first. That day they planted twelve + sign-boards along their west line. They might not do any good, but they + were a fair warning and as such were worth the trouble. + </p> + <p> + That afternoon Andy was riding back along the line when he saw a rider + pull up at the first sign and read it carefully. He galloped in haste to + the spot and found that his suspicions were correct; it was Miss Allen. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” she said when he came near, “I suppose that means me. Does it?” + She pointed to the sign, which read like this: + </p> + <p> + WARNING!! NO TRESPASSING EAST OF HERE All Shacks, Live-Stock and Pilgrims + Promptly AND Painfully Removed From These Premises + </p> + <p> + “I'm over the line,” she notified him, pulling her horse backward a few + feet. “You're getting awfully particular, seems to me. Oh, did you know + that a lot of men are going to play it's New Year's Eve and hold watch + meetings tonight?” + </p> + <p> + “Never heard a word about it,” he declared truthfully, and waited for + more. + </p> + <p> + “That's not strange—seeing it's a surprise party. Still—I'm + sure you are expected to—attend.” + </p> + <p> + “And where is all this to take place?” Andy looked at her intently, + smiling a little. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, over there—and there—and there.” She pointed to three new + shacks—the official dwellings of certain contestants. “Stag parties, + they are, I believe. But I doubt if they'll have any very exciting time; + most of these new settlers are too busy getting the ground ready for + crops, to go to parties. Some people are pretty disgusted, I can tell you, + Mr. Green. Some people talk about ingratitude and wonder why the colony + doesn't hang together better. Some people even wonder why it is that folks + are interested mainly in their own affairs, and decline to attend watch + meetings and—receptions. So I'm afraid very few, except your nearest + neighbors, will be present, after all might I ask when you expect to—to + MOVE again, Mr. Green?” + </p> + <p> + Smiling still, Andy shook his head. “I expect to be pretty busy this + spring,” he told her evasively. “Aren't any of you ladies invited to those + parties, Miss Allen?” + </p> + <p> + “Not a one. But let me tell you something, Mr. Green. Some folks think + that perhaps we lady-settlers ought to organize a club for the well being + of our intellects. Some folks are trying to get up parties just for women—see + the point? They think it would be better for the—atmosphere.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh.” Andy studied the possibilities of such a move. If Florence Grace + should set the women after them, he could see how the Happy Family would + be hampered at every turn. “Well, I must be going. Say, did you know this + country is full of wild animals, Miss Allen? They prowl around nights. And + there's a gang of wild men that hang out up there in those mountains—they + prowl around nights, too. They're outlaws. They kill off every sheriff's + party that tries to round them up, and they kidnap children and ladies. If + you should hear any disturbance, any time, don't be scared. Just stay + inside after dark and keep your door locked. And if you should organize + that ladies' club, you better hold your meetings in the afternoon, don't + you think?” + </p> + <p> + When he had ridden on and left her, Andy was somewhat ashamed of such + puerile falsehoods. But then, she had started the allegorical method of + imparting advice, he remembered. So presently went whistling to round up + the boys and tell them what he had learned. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 13. IRISH WORKS FOR THE CAUSE + </h2> + <p> + Big Medicine with Weary and Chip to bear him company, rode up to the shack + nearest his own, which had been hastily built by a raw-boned Dane who + might be called truly Americanized. Big Medicine did not waste time in + superfluities or in making threats of what he meant to do. He called the + Dane to the door—claim-jumpers were keeping close to their cabins, + these days—and told him that he was on another man's land, and asked + him if he meant to move. + </p> + <p> + “Sure I don't intend to move!” retorted the Dane with praiseworthy + promptness. “I'm going to hold 'er down solid.” + </p> + <p> + “Yuh hear what says, boys.” Big Medicine turned to his companions “He + ain't going to git off'n my land, he says. Weary, yuh better go tell the + bunch I need'em.” + </p> + <p> + Weary immediately departed. He was not gone so very long, and when he + returned the Happy Family was with him, even to Patsy who drove the wagon + with all the ease of a veteran of many roundups. The Dane tried bluster, + but that did not seem to work. Nothing seemed to work, except the Happy + Family. + </p> + <p> + There in broad daylight, with no more words than were needful, they moved + the Dane, and his shack. When they began to raise the building he was so + unwise as to flourish a gun, and thereby made it perfectly right and + lawful that Big Medicine should take the gun away from him and march him + ahead of his own forty-five. + </p> + <p> + They took the shack directly past one of the trespassing signs, and Big + Medicine stopped accommodatingly while the Dane was permitted to read the + sign three times aloud. That the Dane did not seem truly appreciative of + the privilege was no fault of Big Medicine's, surely. They went on, + skidding the little building sledlike over the uneven prairie. They took + it down into Antelope Coulee and left it there, right side up and with not + even a pane of glass broken in the window. + </p> + <p> + “There, darn yuh, live there awhile!” Andy gritted to when the timbers + were withdrawn from beneath the cabin and they were ready to leave. “You + can't say we damaged your property—this time. Come back, and there's + no telling what we're liable to do.” + </p> + <p> + Since Big Medicine kept his gun, the Dane could do nothing but swear while + he watched them ride up the hill and out of sight. + </p> + <p> + They made straight for the next interloper, remarking frequently that it + was much simpler and easier to do their moving in daylight. There they had + an audience, for Florence Grace rode furiously up just as they were + getting under way. The Happy Family spoke very nicely to Florence Grace, + and when she spoke very sharply to them they were discreetly hard of + hearing and became absorbed in their work. + </p> + <p> + Several settlers came before that shack was moved, but they only stood + around and talked among themselves, and were careful not to get in the way + or to hinder, and to lower their voices so that the Happy Family need not + hear unless they chose to listen. + </p> + <p> + So they slid that shack into the coulee, righted it carefully and left it + there—where it would be exceedingly difficult to get it out, by the + way; since it is much easier to drag a building down hill than up, and the + steeper the hill and the higher, the greater the difference. + </p> + <p> + They loaded the timbers into the wagon and methodically on to the next + shack, their audience increased to a couple of dozen perturbed settlers. + The owner of this particular shack, feeling the strength of numbers behind + him, was disposed to argue the point. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you'll sweat for this!” he shouted impotently when the Happy Family + was placing the timbers. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, git outa the way!” said Andy, coming toward him with a crowbar. + “We're sweating now, if that makes yuh feel any better.” + </p> + <p> + The man got out of the way, and went and stood with the group of + onlookers, and talked vaguely of having the law on them—whatever he + meant by that. + </p> + <p> + By the time they had placed the third shack in the bottom of the coulee, + the sun was setting. They dragged the timbers up the steep bluff with + their ropes and their saddle-horses, loaded them on to the wagon and threw + the crowbars and rolling timbers in, and turned to look curiously and + unashamed at their audience. Andy, still tacitly their leader, rode a few + steps forward. + </p> + <p> + “That'll be all today,” he announced politely. “Except that load of lumber + back here on the bench where it don't belong—we aim to haul that + over the line. Seeing your considerable interest in our affairs, I'll just + say that we filed on our claims according to law, and we're living on 'em + according to law. Till somebody proves in court that we're not, there + don't any shack, or any stock, stay on our side the line any longer than + it takes to get them off. There's the signs, folks—read 'em and take + 'em to heart. You can go home now. The show's over.” + </p> + <p> + He lifted his hat to the women—and there were several now—and + went away to join his fellows, who had ridden on slowly till he might + overtake them. He found Happy Jack grumbling and predicting evil, as it + was his nature to do, but he merely straightened his aching back and + laughed at the prophecies. + </p> + <p> + “As I told you before, there's more than one way to kill a cat,” he + asserted tritely but never the less impressively. “Nobody can say we + wasn't mild; and nobody can say we hadn't a right to get those + chickencoops off our land. If you ask me, Florence Grace will have to go + some now if she gets the best of the deal. She overlooked a bet. We + haven't been served with any contest notices yet, and so we ain't obliged + to take their say-so. Who's going to stand guard tonight? We've got to + stand our regular shifts, if we want to keep ahead of the game. I'm + willing to be It. I'd like to make sure they don't slip any stock across + before daylight.” + </p> + <p> + “Say, it's lucky we've got a bunch of boneheads like them to handle,” Pink + observed thankfully. “Would a bunch of natives have stood around like that + with their hands in their pockets and let us get away with the moving job? + Not so you could notice!” + </p> + <p> + “What we'd better do,” cut in the Native Son without any misleading drawl, + “is try and rustle enough money to build that fence.” + </p> + <p> + “That's right,” assented Cal. “Maybe the Old Man—” + </p> + <p> + “We don't go to the Old Man for so much as a bacon rind!” cried the Native + Son impatiently. “Get it into your systems, boys, that we've got to ride + away around the Flying U. We ought to be able to build that fence, all + right, without help from anybody. Till we do we've got to hang and rattle, + and keep that nester stock from getting past us. I'll stand guard till + midnight.” + </p> + <p> + A little more talk, and some bickering with Slim and Happy Jack, the two + chronic kickers, served to knock together a fair working organization. + Weary and Andy Green were informally chosen joint leaders, because Weary + could be depended upon to furnish the mental ballast for Andy's + imagination. Patsy was told that he would have to cook for the outfit, + since he was too fat to ride. They suggested that he begin at, once, by + knocking together some sort of supper. Moving houses, they declared, was + work. They frankly hoped that they would not have to move many more—and + they were very positive that they would not be compelled to move the same + shack twice, at any rate. + </p> + <p> + “Say, we'll have quite a collection of shacks down in Antelope Coulee if + we keep on,” Jack Bates reminded them. “Wonder where they'll get water?” + </p> + <p> + “Where's the rest of them going to get water?” Cal Emmett challenged the + crowd. “There's that spring the four women up here pack water from—but + that goes dry in August. And there's the creek—that goes dry too. On + the dead, I feel sorry for the women—and so does Irish,” he added + dryly. + </p> + <p> + Irish made an uncivil retort and swung suddenly away from the group. “I'm + going to ride into town, boys,” he announced curtly. “I'll be back in the + morning and go on day-herd.” + </p> + <p> + “Maybe you will and maybe you won't,” Weary amended somewhat impatiently. + “This is certainly a poor time for Irish to break out,” he added, watching + his double go galloping toward the town road. + </p> + <p> + “I betche he comes back full and tries to clean out all them nesters,” + Happy Jack predicted. For once no one tried to combat his pessimism—for + that was exactly what every one of them believed would happen. + </p> + <p> + “He's stayed sober a long while—for him,” sighed Weary, who never + could quite shake off a sense of responsibility for the moral defections + of his kinsman. “Maybe I better go along and ride herd on him.” Still, he + did not go, and Irish presently merged into the dusky distance. + </p> + <p> + As is often the case with a family's black sheep, his intentions were the + best, even though they might have been considered unorthodox. While the + Happy Family took it for granted that he was gone because an old thirst + awoke within him, Irish was thinking only of the welfare of the outfit. He + did not tell them, because he was the sort who does not prattle of his + intentions, one way or the other. If he did what he meant to do there + would be time enough to explain; if he failed there was nothing to be + said. + </p> + <p> + Irish had thought a good deal about the building of that fence, and about + the problem of paying for enough wire and posts to run the fence straight + through from Meeker's south line to the north line of the Flying U. He had + figured the price of posts and the price of wire and had come somewhere + near the approximate cost of the undertaking. He was not at all sure that + the Happy Family had faced the actual figures on that proposition. They + had remarked vaguely that it was going to cost some money. They had made + casual remarks about being broke personally and, so far as they knew, + permanently. + </p> + <p> + Irish was hot-headed and impulsive to a degree. He was given to occasional + tumultuous sprees, during which he was to be handled with extreme care—or, + better still, left entirely alone until the spell was over. He looked + almost exactly like Weary, and yet he was almost his opposite in + disposition. Weary was optimistic, peace-loving, steady as the sun above + him except for a little surface-bubbling of fun that kept him sunny + through storm and calm. You could walk all over Weary—figuratively + speaking—before he would show resentment. You could not step very + close to Irish without running the risk of consequences. That he should, + under all that, have a streak of calculating, hard-headed business sense, + did not occur to them. + </p> + <p> + They rode on, discussing the present situation and how best to meet it; + the contingencies of the future, and how best to circumvent the active + antagonism of Florence Grace Hallman and the colony for which she stood + sponsor. They did not dream that Irish was giving his whole mind to + solving the problem of raising money to build that fence, but that is + exactly what he was doing. + </p> + <p> + Some of you at least are going to object to his method. Some of you—those + of you who live west of the big river—are going to understand his + point of view, and you will recognize his method as being perfectly + logical, simple, and altogether natural to a man of his temperament and + manner of life. It is for you that I am going to relate his experiences. + Sheltered readers, readers who have never faced life in the raw, readers + who sit down on Sunday mornings with a mind purged of worldly thoughts and + commit to memory a “golden text” which they forget before another Sunday + morning, should skip the rest of this chapter for the good of their + morals. The rest is for you men who have kicked up alkali dust and + afterwards washed out the memory in town; who have gone broke between + starlight and sun; who know the ways of punchers the West over, and can at + least sympathize with Irish in what he meant to do that night. + </p> + <p> + Irish had been easing down a corner of the last shack, with his back + turned toward three men who stood looking on with the detached interest + which proved they did not own this particular shack. One was H. J. Owens—I + don't think you have met the others. Irish had not. He had overheard this + scrap of conversation while he worked: + </p> + <p> + “Going to town tonight?” + </p> + <p> + “Guess so—I sure ain't going to hang out on this prairie any more + than I have to. You going?” + </p> + <p> + “Ye-es—I think I will. I hear there's been some pretty swift games + going, the last night or two. A fellow in that last bunch Florence rounded + up made quite a clean up last night.” + </p> + <p> + “That so, let's go on in. This claim-holding gets my goat anyway. I don't + see where—” + </p> + <p> + That was all Irish heard, but that was enough. + </p> + <p> + Had he turned in time to catch the wink that one speaker gave to the + other, and the sardonic grin that answered the lowered eyelid, he would + have had the scrap of conversation properly focused in his mind, and would + not have swallowed the bait as greedily as he did. But we all make + mistakes. Irish made the mistake of underestimating the cunning of his + enemies. + </p> + <p> + So here he was, kicking up the dust on the town trail just as those three + intended that he should do. But that he rode alone instead of in the midst + of his fellows was not what the three had intended; and that he rode with + the interest of his friends foremost in his mind was also an unforeseen + element in the scheme. + </p> + <p> + Irish did not see H. J. Owens anywhere in town—nor did he see either + of the two men who had stood behind him. But there was a poker game + running in Rusty Brown's back room, and Irish immediately sat in without + further investigation. Bert Rogers was standing behind one of the players, + and gave Irish a nod and a wink which may have had many meanings. Irish + interpreted it as encouragement to sail in and clean up the bunch. + </p> + <p> + There was money enough in sight to build that fence when he sat down. + Irish pulled his hat farther over his eyebrows, rolled and lighted a + cigarette while he waited for that particular jackpot to be taken, and + covertly sized up the players. + </p> + <p> + Every one of them was strange to him. But then, the town was full of + strangers since Florence Grace and her Syndicate began to reap a harvest + off the open country, so Irish merely studied the faces casually, as a + matter of habit They were nesters, of course—real or prospective. + They seemed to have plenty of money—and it was eminently fitting + that the Happy Family's fence should be built with nester money. + </p> + <p> + Irish had in his pockets exactly eighteen dollars and fifty-cents. He + bought eighteen dollars' worth of chips and began to play. Privately he + preferred stud poker to draw, but he was not going to propose a change; he + felt perfectly qualified to beat any three pilgrims that ever came West. + </p> + <p> + Four hands he played and lost four dollars. He drank a glass of beer then, + made himself another cigarette and settled down to business, feeling that + he had but just begun. After the fifth hand he looked up and caught again + the eye of Bert Rogers. Bert pulled his eyebrows together in a warning + look, and Irish thought better of staying that hand. He did not look at + Bert after that, but he did watch the other players more closely. + </p> + <p> + After awhile Bert wandered away, his interest dulling when he saw that + Irish was holding his own and a little better. Irish played on, + conservative to such a degree that in two hours he had not won more than + fifteen dollars. The Happy Family would have been surprised to see him lay + down kings and refuse to draw to them which he did once, with a gesture of + disgust that flipped them face up so that all could see. He turned them + over immediately, but the three had seen that this tall stranger, who had + all the earmarks of a cowpuncher, would not draw to kings but must have + something better before he would stay. + </p> + <p> + So they played until the crowd thinned; until Irish, by betting safely and + sticking to a caution that must have cost him a good deal in the way of + self-restraint, had sixty dollars' worth of chips piled in front of him. + </p> + <p> + Some men, playing for a definite purpose, would have quit at that. Irish + did not quit, however. He wanted a certain sum from these nesters. He had + come to town expecting to win a certain sum from them. He intended to play + until he got it or went broke. He was not using any trickery—and he + had stopped one man in the middle of a deal, with a certain look in his + eye remarking that he'd rather have the top card than the bottom one, so + that he was satisfied they were not trying to cheat. + </p> + <p> + There came a deal when Irish looked at his cards, sent a slanting look at + the others and laid down his five cards with a long breath. He raised the + ante four blue ones and rolled and lit a cigarette while the three had + drawn what cards they thought they needed. The man at Irish's left had + drawn only one card. Now he hesitated and then bet with some assurance. + Irish smoked imperturbably while the other two came in, and then he raised + the bet three stacks of blues. His neighbor raised him one stack, and the + next man hesitated and then laid down his cards. The third man meditated + for a minute and raised the bet ten dollars. Irish blew forth a leisurely + smoke wreath and with a sweep of his hand sent in all his chips. + </p> + <p> + There was a silent minute, wherein Irish smoked and drummed absently upon + the table with his fingers that were free. His neighbor frowned, grunted + and threw down his hand. The third man did the same. Irish made another + sweep of his hand and raked the table clean of chips. + </p> + <p> + “That'll do for tonight,” he remarked dryly. “I don't like to be a hog.” + </p> + <p> + Had that ended the incident, sensitive readers might still read and think + well of Irish. But one of the players was not quite sober, and he was a + poor loser and a pugnacious individual anyway, with a square face and a + thick neck that went straight up to the top of his head. His underlip + pushed out, and when Irish turned away, to cash in his chips, this + pugnacious one reached over and took a look at the cards Irish had held. + </p> + <p> + It certainly was as rotten a hand as a man could hold. Suits all mixed, + and not a face card or a pair in the lot. The pugnacious player had held a + king high straight, and he had stayed until Irish sent in all his chips. + He gave a bellow and jumped up and hit Irish a glancing blow back of the + ear. Let us not go into details. You know Irish—or you should know + him by this time. A man who will get away with a bluff like that should be + left alone or brained in the beginning of the fight—especially when + he can look down on the hair of a six-foot man, and has muscles hardened + by outdoor living. When the dust settled, two chairs were broken and some + glasses swept off the bar by heaving bodies, and two of the three players + had forgotten their troubles. The third was trying to find the knob on the + back door, and could not because of the buzzing in his head and the blood + in his eyes. Irish had welts and two broken knuckles and a clear + conscience, and he was so mad he almost wound up by thrashing Rusty, who + had stayed behind the bar and taken no hand in the fight. Rusty complained + because of the damage to his property, and Irish, being the only one + present in a condition to listen, took the complaint as a personal insult. + </p> + <p> + He counted his money to make sure he had it all, evened the edges of the + package of bank notes and thrust the package into his pocket. If Rusty had + kept his face closed about those few glasses and those chairs, he would + have left a “bill” on the bar to pay for them, even though he did need + every cent of that money. He told Rusty this, and he accused him of + standing in with the nesters and turning down the men who had helped him + make money' all these years. + </p> + <p> + “Why, darn your soul, I've spent money enough over this bar to buy out the + whole damn joint, and you know it!” he cried indignantly. “If you think + you've got to collect damages, take it outa these blinkety-blink pilgrims + you think so much of. Speak to 'em pleasant, though, or you're liable to + lose the price of a beer, maybe! They'll never bring you the money we've + brought you, you—” + </p> + <p> + “They won't because you've likely killed 'em both,” Rusty retorted + angrily. “You want to remember you can't come into town and rip things up + the back the way you used to, and nobody say a word. You better drift, + before that feller that went out comes back with an officer. You can't—” + </p> + <p> + “Officer be damned!” retorted Irish, unawed. + </p> + <p> + He went out while Rusty was deciding to order him out, and started for the + stable. Halfway there he ducked into the shadow of the blacksmith shop and + watched two men go up the street to Rusty's place, walking quickly. He + went on then, got his horse hurriedly without waiting to cinch the saddle, + led him behind the blacksmith shop where he would not be likely to be + found, and tied him there to the wreck of a freight wagon. + </p> + <p> + Then he went across lots to where Fred Wilson, manager of the general + store, slept in a two-room shack belonging to the hotel. The door was + locked—Fred being a small man with little trust in Providence or in + his overt physical prowess—and so he rapped cautiously upon the + window until Fred awoke and wanted to know who in thunder was there. + </p> + <p> + Irish told his name, and presently went inside. “I'm pulling outa town, + Fred,” he explained, “and I don't know when I'll be in again. So I want + you to take an order for some posts and bob wire and steeples. I—” + </p> + <p> + “Why didn't you come to the store?” Fred very naturally demanded, peevish + at being wakened at three o'clock in the morning. “I saw you in town when + I closed up.” + </p> + <p> + “I was busy. Crawl back into bed and cover up, while I give you the order. + I'll want a receipt for the money, too—I'm paying in advance, so you + won't have any excuse for holding up the order. Got any thing to write + on?” + </p> + <p> + Fred found part of an order pad and a pencil, and crept shivering into his + bed. The offer to pay in advance had silenced his grumbling, as Irish + expected it would. So Irish gave the order—thirteen hundred cedar + posts, I remember—I don't know just how much wire, but all he would + need. + </p> + <p> + “Holy Macintosh! Is this for YOU?” Fred wanted to know as he wrote it + down. + </p> + <p> + “Some of it. We're fencing our claims. If I don't come after the stuff + myself, let any of the boys have it that shows up. And get it here as + quick as you can—what you ain't got on hand—” + </p> + <p> + Fred was scratching his jaw meditatively with the pencil, and staring at + the order. “I can just about fill that order outa stock on hand,” he told + Irish. “When all this land rush started I laid in a big supply of posts + and wire. First thing they'd want, after they got their shacks up. How you + making it, out there?” + </p> + <p> + “Fine,” said Irish cheerfully, feeling his broken knuckles. “How much is + all that going to cost? You oughta make us a rate on it, seeing it's a + cash sale, and big.” + </p> + <p> + “I will.” Fred tore out a sheet and did some mysterious figuring, + afterwards crumpling the paper into a little wad and hipping it behind the + bed. “This has got to be on the quiet, Irish. I can't sell wire and posts + to those eastern marks at this rate, you know. This is just for you boys—and + the profit for us is trimmed right down to a whisper.” He named the sum + total with the air of one who confers a great favor. + </p> + <p> + Irish grinned and reached into his pocket. “You musta knocked your profit + down to fifty percent.,” he fleered. “But it's a go with me.” He peeled + off the whole roll, just about. He had two twenties left in his hand when + he stopped. He was very methodical that night. He took a receipt for the + money before he left and he looked at it with glistening eyes before he + folded it with the money. “Don't sell any posts and wire till our order's + filled, Fred,” he warned. “We'll begin hauling right away, and we'll want + it all.” + </p> + <p> + He let himself out into the cool starlight, walked in the shadows to where + he had left his horse, mounted and rode whistling away down the lane which + ended where the hills began. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 14. JUST ONE THING AFTER ANOTHER + </h2> + <p> + A gray clarity of the air told that daylight was near. The skyline + retreated, the hills came out of the duskiness like a photograph in the + developer tray. Irish dipped down the steep slope into Antelope Coulee, + cursing the sprinkle of new shacks that stood stark in the dawn on every + ridge and every hilltop, look where one might. He loped along the winding + trail through the coulee's bottom and climbed the hill beyond. At the top + he glanced across the more level upland to the east and his eyes + lightened. Far away stood a shack—Patsy's, that was. Beyond that + another, and yet another. Most of the boys had built in the coulees where + was water. They did not care so much about the view—over which Miss + Allen had grown enthusiastic. + </p> + <p> + He pulled up in a certain place near the brow of the hill, and looked down + into the narrower gulch where huddled the shacks they had moved. He + grinned at the sight. His hand went involuntarily to his pocket and the + grin widened. He hurried on that he might the sooner tell the boys of + their good luck; all the material for that line fence bought and paid for—there + would certainly laugh when they heard where the money had come from! + </p> + <p> + First he thought that he would locate the cattle and tell his news to the + boys on guard. He therefore left the trail and rode up on a ridge from + which he could overlook the whole benchland, with the exception of certain + gulches that cut through. The sky was reddening now, save where banked + clouds turned purple. A breeze crept over the grass and carried the fresh + odor of rain. Close beside him a little brown bird chittered briskly and + flew away into the dawn. + </p> + <p> + He looked away to where the Bear Paws humped, blue-black against the sky, + the top of Old Baldy blushing faintly under the first sun rays. He looked + past Wolf Butte, where the land was blackened with outcroppings of rock. + His eyes came back leisurely to the claim country. A faint surprise + widened his lids, and he turned and sent a glance sweeping to the right, + toward Flying U Coulee. He frowned, and studied the bench land carefully. + </p> + <p> + This was daybreak, when the cattle should be getting out for their + breakfast-feed. They should be scattered along the level just before him. + And there were no cattle anywhere in sight. Neither were there any riders + in sight. Irish gave a puzzled grunt and turned in his saddle, looking + back toward Dry Lake. That way, the land was more broken, and he could not + see so far. But as far as he could see there were no cattle that way + either. Last night when he rode to town the cattle of the colonists had + been feeding on the long slope three or four miles from where he stood, + across Antelope Coulee where he had helped the boys drive them. + </p> + <p> + He did not waste many minutes studying the empty prairie from the vantage + point of that ridge, however. The keynote of Irish's nature was action. He + sent his horse down the southern slope to the level, and began looking for + tracks, which is the range man's guide-book. He was not long in finding a + broad trail, in the grass where cattle had lately crossed the coulee from + the west. He knew what that meant, and he swore when he saw how the trail + pointed straight to the east—to the broken, open country beyond One + Man Coulee. What had the boys been thinking of, to let that nester stock + get past them in the night? What had the line-riders been doing? They were + supposed to guard against just such a move as this. + </p> + <p> + Irish was sore from his fight in town, and he had not had much sleep + during the past forty-eight hours, and he was ravenously hungry. He + followed the trail of the cattle until he saw that they certainly had + gotten across the Happy Family claims and into the rough country beyond; + then he turned and rode over to Patsy's shack, where a blue smoke column + wobbled up to the fitful air-current that seized it and sent it flying + toward the mountains. + </p> + <p> + There he learned that Dry Lake had not hugged to itself all the events of + the night. Patsy, smoking a pipefull of Durham while he waited for the + teakettle to boil, was wild with resentment. In the night, while he slept, + something had heaved his cabin up at one corner. In a minute another + corner heaved upward a foot or more. Patsy had yelled while he felt around + in the darkness for his clothes, and had got no answer, save other + heavings from below. + </p> + <p> + Patsy was not the man to submit tamely to such indignities. He had groped + and found his old 45-70 riffle, that made a noise like a young cannon and + kicked like a broncho cow. While the shack lurched this way and that, + Patsy pointed the gun toward the greatest disturbance and fired. He did + not think: he hit anybody, but he apologized to Irish for missing and + blamed the darkness for the misfortune. Py cosh, he sure tried—witness + the bullet holes which he had bored through the four sides of the shack; + he besought Irish to count them; which Irish did gravely. And what + happened then? + </p> + <p> + Then? Why, then the Happy Family had come; or at least all those who had + been awake and riding the prairie had come pounding up out of the dark, + their horses running like rabbits, their blood singing the song of battle. + They had grappled with certain of the enemy—Patsy broke open the + door and saw tangles of struggling forms in the faint starlight. The Happy + Family were not the type of men who must settle every argument with a gun, + remember. Not while their hands might be used to fight with. Patsy thought + that they licked the nesters without much trouble. He knew that the + settlers ran, and that the Happy Family chased them clear across the line + and then came back and let the shack down where it belonged upon the rock + underpining. + </p> + <p> + “Und py cosh! Dey vould move my shack off'n my land!” he grunted ragefully + as he lived over the memory. + </p> + <p> + Irish went to the door and looked out. The wind had risen in the last half + hour, so that his hat went sailing against the rear wall, but he did not + notice that. He was wondering why the settlers had made this night move + against Patsy. Was it an attempt to irritate the boys to some real act of + violence—something that would put them in fear of the law? Or was it + simply a stratagem to call off the night-guard so that they might slip + their cattle across into the breaks? They must have counted on some + disturbance which would reach the ears of the boys on guard. If Patsy had + not begun the bombardment with his old rifle, they would very likely have + fired a few shots themselves—enough to attract attention. With that + end in view, he could see why Patsy's shack had been chosen for the + attack. Patsy's shack was the closest to where they had been holding the + cattle. It was absurdly simple, and evidently the ruse had worked to + perfection. + </p> + <p> + “Where are the boys at now?” he asked abruptly, turning to Patsy who had + risen and knocked the ashes from his pipe and was slicing bacon. + </p> + <p> + “Gone after the cattle. Dey stampede alreatty mit all der noise,” Patsy + growled, with his back to Irish. + </p> + <p> + So it was just as Irish had suspected. He faced the west and the gathering + bank of “thunder heads” that rode swift on the wind and muttered sullenly + as they rode, and he hesitated. Should he go after the boys and help them + round up the stock and drive it back, or should he stay where he was and + watch the claims? There was that fence—he must see to that, too. + </p> + <p> + He turned and asked Patsy if all the boys were gone. But Patsy did not + know. + </p> + <p> + Irish stood in the doorway until breakfast was ready whereupon he sat down + and ate hurriedly—as much from habit as from any present need of + haste. A gust of wind made the flimsy cabin shake, and Patsy went to close + the door against its sudden fury. + </p> + <p> + “Some riders iss coming now,” he said, and held the door half closed + against the wind. “It ain't none off der boys,” he added, with the + certainty which came of his having watched, times without number, while + the various members of the Happy Family rode in from the far horizons to + camp. “Pilgrims, I guess—from der ridin'.” + </p> + <p> + Irish grunted and reached for the coffee pot, giving scarce a thought to + Patsy's announcement. While he poured his third cup of coffee he made a + sudden decision. He would get that fence off his mind, anyway. + </p> + <p> + “Say, Patsy, I've rustled wire and posts—all we'll need. I guess + I'll just turn this receipt over to you and let you get busy. You take the + team and drive in today and get the stuff headed out here pronto. The + nesters are shipping in more stock—I heard in town that they're + bringing in all they can rustle, thinkin' the stock will pay big money + while the claims are getting ready to produce. I heard a couple of marks + telling each other just how it was going to work out so as to put 'em all + on Easy Street—the darned chumps! Free grass—that's what they + harped on; feed don't cost anything. All yuh do is turn 'em loose and wait + till shippin' season, and then collect. That's what they were talking. + </p> + <p> + “The sooner that fence is up the better. We can't put in the whole summer + hazing their cattle around. I've bought the stuff and paid for it. And + here's forty dollars you can use to hire it hauled out here. Us fellows + have got to keep cases on the cattle, so you 'tend to this fence.” He laid + the money and Fred's receipt upon the table and set Patsy's plate over + them to hold them safe against the wind that rattled the shack. He had + forgotten all about the three approaching riders, until Patsy turned upon + him sharply. + </p> + <p> + “Vot schrapes you been into now?” he demanded querulously. “Py cosh you + done somet'ings. It's der conshtable comin' alreatty. I bet you be + pinched.” + </p> + <p> + “I bet I don't,” Irish retorted, and made for the one window, which looked + toward the hills. “Feed 'em some breakfast, Patsy. And you drive in and + tend to that fencing right away, like I told you.” + </p> + <p> + He threw one long leg over the window sill, bent his lean body to pass + through the square opening, and drew the other leg outside. He startled + his horse, which had walked around there out of the wind, but he caught + the bridle-reins and led him a few steps farther where he would be out of + the direct view from the window. Then he stopped and listened. + </p> + <p> + He heard the three ride up to the other side of the shack and shout to + Patsy. He heard Patsy moving about inside, and after a brief delay open + the door. He heard the constable ask Patsy if he knew anything about + Irish, and where he could be found; and he heard Patsy declare that he had + enough to do without keeping track of that boneheaded cowpuncher who was + good for nothing but to fight and get into schrapes. + </p> + <p> + After that he heard Patsy ask the constable if they had had any breakfast + before leaving town. He heard certain saddle-sounds which told of their + dismounting in response to the tacit invitation. And then, pulling his hat + firmly down upon his head, Irish led his horse quietly down into a hollow + behind the shack, and so out of sight and hearing of those three who + sought him. + </p> + <p> + He did not believe that he was wanted for anything very serious; they + meant to arrest him, probably, for laying out those two gamblers with a + chair and a bottle of whisky respectively. A trumped-up charge, very + likely, chiefly calculated to make him some trouble and to eliminate him + from the struggle for a time. Irish did not worry at all over their reason + for wanting him, but he did not intend to let them come close enough to + state their errand, because he did not want to become guilty of resisting + an officer—which would be much worse than fighting nesters with + fists and chairs and bottles and things. + </p> + <p> + In the hollow he mounted and rode down the depression and debouched upon + the wide, grassy coulee where lay a part of his own claim. He was not sure + of the intentions of that constable, but he took it for granted that he + would presently ride on to Irish's cabin in search of him; also that he + would look for him further, and possibly with a good deal of persistence; + which would be a nuisance and would in a measure hamper the movements and + therefore the usefulness of Irish. For that reason he was resolved to take + no chance that could be avoided. + </p> + <p> + The sun slid behind the scurrying forerunners of the storm and struggled + unavailingly to shine through upon the prairie land. From where he was + Irish could not see the full extent of the storm-clouds, and while he had + been on high land he had been too absorbed in other matters to pay much + attention. Even now he did no more than glance up casually at the inky + mass above him, and decided that he would do well to ride on to his cabin + and get his slicker. + </p> + <p> + By the time he reached his shack the storm was beating up against the wind + which had turned unexpectedly to the northeast. Mutterings of thunder grew + to sharper booming. It was the first real thunderstorm of the season, but + it was going to be a hard one, if looks meant anything. Irish went in and + got his slicker and put it on, and then hesitated over riding on in search + of the cattle and the men in pursuit of them. + </p> + <p> + Still, the constable might take a notion to ride over this way in spite of + the storm. And if he came there would be delay, even if there were nothing + worse. So Irish, being one to fight but never to stand idle, mounted again + and turned his long-suffering horse down the coulee as the storm swept up. + </p> + <p> + First a few large drops of rain pattered upon the earth and left blobs of + wet where they fell. His horse shook its head impatiently and went sidling + forward until an admonitory kick from Irish sent him straight down the dim + trail. Then the clouds opened recklessly the headgates and let the rain + down in one solid rush of water that sluiced the hillsides and drove muddy + torrents down channels that had been dry since the snow left. + </p> + <p> + Irish bent his head so that his hat shielded somewhat his face, and rode + doggedly on. It was not the first time that he had been out in a smashing, + driving thunderstorm, and it would not be his last if his life went on + logically as he had planned it. But it was not the more comfortable + because it was an oft-repeated experience. And when the first fury had + passed and still it rained steadily and with no promise of a let-up, his + optimism suffered appreciably. + </p> + <p> + His luck in town no longer cheered him. He began to feel the loss of sleep + and the bone-weariness of his fight and the long ride afterwards. His + breakfast was the one bright spot, and saved him from the gnawing + discomfort of an empty stomach—at first. + </p> + <p> + He went into One Man Coulee and followed it to the arm that would lead to + the rolling, ridgy open land beyond, where the “breaks” of the Badlands + reached out to meet the prairie. He came across the track of the herd, and + followed it to the plain. Once out in the open, however, the herd had + seemed to split into several small bunches, each going in a different + direction. Which puzzled Irish a little at first. Later, he thought he + understood. + </p> + <p> + The cattle, it would seem, had been driven purposefully into the edge of + the breaks and there made to scatter out through the winding gulches and + canyons that led deeper into the Badlands. It was the trick of range-men—he + could not believe that the strange settlers, ignorant of the country and + the conditions, would know enough to do this. He hesitated before several + possible routes, the rain pouring down upon him, a chill breeze driving it + into his face. If there had been hoofprints to show which way the boys had + gone, the rain had washed them so that they looked dim and old and gave + him little help. + </p> + <p> + He chose what seemed to him the gorge which the boys would be most likely + to follow—especially at night and if they were in open pursuit of + those who had driven the cattle off the benchland; and that the cattle had + been driven beyond this point was plain enough, for otherwise he would + have overtaken stragglers long before this. + </p> + <p> + It was nearing noon when he came out finally upon a little, open flat and + found there Big Medicine and Pink holding a bunch of perhaps a hundred + cattle which they had gleaned from the surrounding gulches and little + “draws” which led into the hills. The two were wet to the skin, and they + were chilled and hungry and as miserable as a she-bear sent up a tree by + yelping, yapping dogs. + </p> + <p> + Big Medicine it was who spied him first through the haze of falling water, + and galloped heavily toward him, his horse flinging off great pads of mud + from his feet as he came. + </p> + <p> + “Say!” he bellowed when he was yet a hundred yards away. “Got any grub + with yuh?” + </p> + <p> + “No!” Irish called back. + </p> + <p> + “Y'AIN'T” Big Medicine's voice was charged with incredulous reproach. + “What'n hell yuh doin' here without GRUB? Is Patsy comin' with the wagon?” + </p> + <p> + “No. I sent Patsy on in to town after—” + </p> + <p> + “Town? And us out here—” Big Medicine choked over his wrongs. + </p> + <p> + Irish waited until he could get in a word and then started to explain. But + Pink rode up with his hatbrim flapping soggily against one dripping cheek + when the wind caught it, and his coat buttoned wherever there were + buttons, and his collar turned up, and looking pinched and draggled and + wholly miserable. + </p> + <p> + “Say! Got anything to eat?” he shouted when he came near, his voice eager + and hopeful. + </p> + <p> + “No!” snapped Irish with the sting of Big Medicine's vituperations + rankling fresh in his soul. + </p> + <p> + “Well why ain't yuh? Where's Patsy?” Pink came closer and eyed the + newcomer truculently. + </p> + <p> + “How'n hell do I know?” Irish was getting a temper to match their own. + </p> + <p> + “Well, why don't yuh know? What do yuh think you're out here for? To tell + us you think it's going to rain? If we was all of us like you, there'd be + nothing to it for the nester-bunch. It's a wonder you come alive enough to + ride out this way at all! I don't reckon you've even got anything to + drink!” Pink paused a second, saw no move toward producing anything wet + and cheering, and swore disgustedly. “Of course not! You needed it all + yourself! So help me Josephine, if I was as low-down ornery as some I + could name I'd tie myself to a mule's tail and let him kick me to death! + Ain't got any grub! Ain't got—” + </p> + <p> + Irish interrupted him then with a sentence that stung. Irish, remember, + distinctly approved of himself and his actions. True, he had forgotten to + bring anything to eat with him, but there was excuse for that in the haste + with which he had left his own breakfast. Besides how could he be expected + to know that the cattle had been driven away down here, and scattered, and + that the Happy Family would not have overtaken them long before? Did they + think he was a mind-reader? + </p> + <p> + Pink, with biting sarcasm, retorted that they did not. That it took a mind + to read a mind. He added that, from the looks of Irish, he must have + started home drunk, anyway, and his horse had wandered this far of his own + accord. Then three or four cows started up a gulch to the right of them + and Pink, hurling insults over his shoulder, rode off to turn them back. + So they did not actually come to blows, those two, though they were near + it. + </p> + <p> + Big Medicine lingered to bawl unforgivable things at; Irish, and Irish + shouted back recklessly that they had all acted like a bunch of + sheepherders, or the cattle would never have been driven off the bench at + all. He declared that anybody with the brains of a sick sage hen would + have stopped the thing right in the start. He said other things also. + </p> + <p> + Big Medicine said things in reply, and Pink, returning to the scene with + his anger grown considerably hotter from feeding upon his discomfort, made + a few comments pertinent to the subject of Irish's shortcomings. + </p> + <p> + You may scarcely believe it, unless you have really lived, and have + learned how easily small irritations grow to the proportions of real + trouble, and how swiftly—but this is a fact: Irish and Big Medicine + became so enraged that they dismounted simultaneously and Irish jerked off + his slicker while Big Medicine was running up to smash him for some + needless insult. + </p> + <p> + They fought, there in the rain and the mud and the chill wind that whipped + their wet cheeks. They fought just as relentlessly as though they had long + been enemies, and just as senselessly as though they were not grown men + but schoolboys. They clinched and pounded and smashed until Pink sickened + at the sight and tore them apart and swore at them for crazy men and + implored them to have some sense. They let the cattle that had been + gathered with so much trouble drift away into the gulches and draws where + they must be routed out of the brush again, or perhaps lost for days in + that rough country. + </p> + <p> + When the first violence of their rage had like the storm settled to a cold + steadiness of animosity, the two remounted painfully and turned back upon + each other. + </p> + <p> + Big Medicine and Pink drew close together as against a common foe, and + Irish cursed them both and rode away—whither he did not know nor + care. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 15. THE KID HAS IDEAS OF HIS OWN + </h2> + <p> + The Old Man sat out in his big chair on the porch, smoking and staring + dully at the trail which led up the bluff by way of the Hog's Back to the + benchland beyond. Facing him in an old, cane rocking chair, the Honorable + Blake smoked with that air of leisurely enjoyment which belongs to the man + who knows and can afford to burn good tobacco and who has the sense to, + burn it consciously, realizing in every whiff its rich fragrance. The + Honorable Blake flicked a generous half-inch of ash from his cigar upon a + porch support and glanced shrewdly at the Old Man's abstracted face. + </p> + <p> + “No, it wouldn't do,” he observed with the accent of a second + consideration of a subject that coincides exactly with the first. “It + wouldn't do at all. You could save the boys time, I've no doubt—time + and trouble so far as getting the cattle back where they belong is + concerned. I can see how they must be hampered for lack of saddle-horses, + for instance. But—it wouldn't do, Whitmore. If they come to you and + ask for horses don't let them have them. They'll manage somehow—trust + them for that. They'll manage—” “But doggone it, Blake, it's for—” + </p> + <p> + “Sh-sh—” Blake held up a warning hand. “None of that, my dear + Whitmore! These young fellows have taken claims in—er—good + faith.” His bright blue eyes sparkled with a sudden feeling. “In the best + of good faith, if you ask me. I—admire them intensely for what they + have started out to do. But—they have certain things which they must + do, and do alone. If you would not thwart them in accomplishing what they + have set out to do, you must go carefully; which means that you must not + run to their aid with your camp-wagons and your saddle-horses, so they can + gather the cattle again and drive them back where they belong. You would + not be helping them. They would get the cattle a little easier and a + little quicker—and lose their claims.” + </p> + <p> + “But doggone it, Blake, them boys have lived right here at the Flying U—why, + this has been their home, yuh might say. They ain't like the general run + of punchers that roam around, workin' for this outfit and for that; + they've stuck. Why, doggone it, what they done here when I got hurt in + Chicago and they was left to run themselves, why, that alone puts me under + obligations to help 'em out in this scrape. Anybody could see that. Ain't + I a neighbor? Ain't neighbors got a right to jump in and help each other? + There ain't no law agin—” + </p> + <p> + “Not against neighbors—no.” Blake uncrossed his perfectly trousered + legs and crossed them the other way, after carefully avoiding any bagging + tendency. “But this syndicate—or these contestants—will try to + prove that you are not a neighbor only, but a—backer of the boys in + a land-grabbing scheme. To avoid—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, doggone your measly hide, Blake, I've told you fifty times I + ain't!” The Old Man sat forward in his chair and shook his fist unabashed + at his guest. “Them boys cooked that all up amongst themselves, and went + and filed on that land before ever I knowed a thing about it. How can yuh + set there and say I backed 'em? And that blonde Jezebel—riding down + here bold as brass and turnin' up her nose at Dell, and callin' me a + conspirator to my face!” + </p> + <p> + “I sticked a pin in her saddle blanket, Uncle Gee-gee. I'll bet she wished + she'd stayed away from here when her horse bucked her off.” The Kid looked + up from trying to tie a piece of paper to the end of a brindle kitten's + switching tail, and smiled his adorable smile—that had a gap in the + middle. + </p> + <p> + “Hey? You leave that cat alone or he'll scratch yuh. Blake, if you can't + see—” + </p> + <p> + “He! He's a her and her name's Adeline. Where's the boys, Uncle Gee-gee?” + </p> + <p> + “Hey? Oh, away down in the breaks after their cattle that got away. You + keep still and never mind where they've gone.” His mind swung back to the + Happy Family, combing the breaks for their stock and the stock of the + nesters, with an average of one saddle-horse apiece and a camp outfit of + the most primitive sort—if they had any at all, which he doubted. + The Old Man had eased too many roundups through that rough country not to + realize keenly the difficulties of the Happy Family. + </p> + <p> + “They need horses,” he groaned to Blake, “and they need help. If you + knowed the country and the work as well as I do you'd know they've got to + have horses and help. And there's their claims—fellers squatting + down on every eighty—four different nesters fer every doggoned one + of the bunch to handle! And you tell me I got to set here and not lift a + hand. You tell me I can't put men to work on that fence they want built. + You tell me I can't lend 'em so much as a horse!” + </p> + <p> + Blake nodded. “I tell you that, and I emphasize it,” he assured the other, + brushing off another half inch of ash from his cigar. “If you want to help + those boys hold their land, you must not move a finger.” + </p> + <p> + “He's wiggling all of 'em!” accused the Kid sternly, and pointed to the + Old Man drumming irritatedly upon his chair arms. “He don't want to help + the boys, but I do. I'll help 'em get their cattle, Mr. Blake. I'm one of + the bunch anyway. I'll lend 'em my string.” + </p> + <p> + “You've been told before not to butt in to grownup talk,” his uncle + reproved him irascibly. “Now you cut it out. And take that string off'n + that cat!” he added harshly. “Dell! Come and look after this kid! Doggone + it, a man can't talk five minutes—” + </p> + <p> + The Kid giggled irrepressibly. “That's one on you, old man. You saw Doctor + Dell go away a long time ago. Think she can hear yuh when she's away up on + the bench?” + </p> + <p> + “You go on off and play!” commanded the Old Man. “I dunno what yuh want to + pester a feller to death for—and say! Take that string off'n that + cat!” + </p> + <p> + “Aw gwan! It ain't hurting the cat. She likes it.” He lifted the kitten + and squeezed her till she yowled. “See? She said yes, she likes it.” + </p> + <p> + The Old Man returned to the trials of the Happy Family, and the Kid sat + and listened, with the brindle kitten snuggled uncomfortably, head + downward in his arms. + </p> + <p> + The Kid had heard a good deal, lately, about the trials of his beloved + “bunch.” About the “nesters” who brought cattle in to eat up the grass + that belonged to the cattle of the bunch. The Kid understood that + perfectly—since he had been raised in the atmosphere of range talk. + He had heard about the men building shacks on the claims of the Happy + Family—he understood that also; for he had seen the shacks himself, + and he had seen where there had been slid down hill into the bottom of + Antelope Coulee. He knew all about the attack on Patsy's cabin and how the + Happy Family had been fooled, and the cattle driven off and scattered. The + breaks—he was a bit hazy upon the subject of breaks. He had heard + about them all his life. The stock got amongst them and had to be hunted + out. He thought—as nearly as could be put in words—that it + must be a place where all the brakes grow that are used on wagons and + buggies. These were of wood, therefore they must grow somewhere. They grew + where the Happy Family went sometimes, when they were gone for days and + days after stock. They were down there now—it was down in the + breaks, always—and they couldn't round up their cattle because they + hadn't horses enough. They needed help, so they could hurry back and slide + those other shacks off their claims and into Antelope Coulee where they + had slid the others. On the whole, the Kid had a very fair conception of + the state of affairs. Claimants and contestants—those words went + over his head. But he knew perfectly well that the nesters were the men + that didn't like the Happy Family, and lived in shacks on the way to town, + and plowed big patches of prairie and had children that went barefooted in + the furrows and couldn't ride horses to save their lives. Pilgrim kids, + that didn't know what “chaps” were—he had talked with a few when he + went with Doctor Dell and Daddy Chip to see the sick lady. + </p> + <p> + After a while, when the Honorable Blake became the chief speaker and + leaned forward and tapped the Old Man frequently on a knee with his + finger, and used long words that carried no meaning, and said contestant + and claimant and evidence so often that he became tiresome, the Kid slid + off the porch and went away, his small face sober with deep meditations. + </p> + <p> + He would need some grub—maybe the bunch was hungry without any + camp-wagons. The Kid had stood around in the way, many's the time, and + watched certain members of the Happy Family stuff emergency rations into + flour sacks, and afterwards tie the sack to their saddles and ride off. He + knew all about that, too. + </p> + <p> + He hunted up a flour sack that had not had all the string pulled out of it + so it was no longer a sack but a dish-towel, and held it behind his back + while he went cautiously to the kitchen door. The Countess was nowhere in + sight—but it was just as well to make sure. The Kid went in, took a + basin off the table, held it high and deliberately dropped it on the + floor. It, made a loud bang, but it did not elicit any shrill protest from + the Countess; therefore the Countess was nowhere around. The Kid went in + boldly and filled his four-sack so full it dragged on the floor when he + started off. + </p> + <p> + At the door he went down the steps ahead of the sack, and bent his small + back from the third step and pulled the sack upon his shoulders. It + wobbled a good deal, and the Kid came near falling sidewise off the last + step before he could balance his burden. But he managed it, being the + child of his parents and having a good deal of persistence in his makeup; + and he went, by a roundabout way, to the stable with the grub-sack bending + him double. Still it was not so very heavy; it was made bulky by about two + dozen fresh-made doughnuts and a loaf of bread and a jar of honey and a + glass of wild-currant jelly and a pound or so of raw, dried prunes which + the Kid called nibblin's because he liked to nibble at them, like a + prairie dog at a grass root. + </p> + <p> + Getting that sack tied fast to the saddle after the saddle was on Silver's + back was no easy task for a boy who is six, even though he is large for + his age. Still, being Chip's Kid and the Little Doctor's he did it—with + the help of the oats box and Silver's patient disposition. + </p> + <p> + There were other things which the bunch always tied on their saddles; a + blanket, for instance, and a rope. The Kid made a trip to the bunk-house + and pulled a gray blanket off Ole's bed, and spent a quarter of an hour + rolling it as he had seen the boys roll blankets The oats box, with Silver + standing beside it, came in handy again. He found a discarded rope and + after much labor coiled it crudely and tied it beside the saddle-fork. + </p> + <p> + The Kid went to the door, stood beside it and leaned away over so that he + could peek out and not be seen Voices came from the house—the voice + of the Old Man; to be exact, high-pitched and combative. The Kid looked up + the bluff, and the trail lay empty in the afternoon sun. Still, he did not + like to take that trail. Doctor Dell might come riding down there almost + any minute. The Kid did not want to meet Doctor Dell just right then. + </p> + <p> + He went back, took Silver by the bridle reins and led him out of the barn + and around the corner where he could not be seen from the White House. He + thought he had better go down the creek, and out through the wire gate and + on down the creek that way. He was sure that the “breaks” were somewhere + beyond the end of the coulee, though he could not have explained why he + was sure of it. Perhaps the boys, in speaking of the breaks, had + unconsciously tilted heads in that direction. + </p> + <p> + The Kid went quickly down along the creek through the little pasture, + leading Silver by the reins. He was terribly afraid that his mother might + ride over the top of the hill and see him and call him back. If she did + that, he would have to go, of course. Deliberate, open disobedience had + never yet occurred to the Kid as a moral possibility. If your mother or + your Daddy Chip told you to come back, you had to come; therefore he did + not want to be told to come. Doctor Dell had told him that he could go on + roundup some day—the Kid had decided that this was the day, but that + it would be foolish to mention the decision to anyone. People had a way of + disagreeing with one's decisions—especially Doctor Dell, she always + said one was too little. The Kid thought he was getting pretty big, since + he could stand on something and put the saddle on Silver his own self, and + cinch it and everything; plenty big enough to get out and help the bunch + when they needed help. + </p> + <p> + He did not look so very big as he went trudging down alongside the creek, + stumbling now and then in the coarse grass that hid the scattered rocks. + He could not keep his head twisted around to look under Silver's neck and + watch the hill trail, and at the same time see where he was putting his + feet. And if he got on Silver now he would be seen and recognized at the + first glance which Doctor Dell would give to the coulee when she rode over + the brow of the hill. Walking beside Silver's shoulder, on the side + farthest from the bluff, he might not be seen at all; Doctor Dell might + look and think it was just a horse walking along the creek his own self. + </p> + <p> + The Kid was extremely anxious that he should not be seen. The bunch needed + him. Uncle Gee-gee said they needed help. The Kid thought they would + expect him to come and help with his “string”, He helped Daddy Chip drive + the horses up from the little pasture, these days; just yesterday he had + brought the whole bunch up, all by his own self, and had driven them into + the big corral alone, and Daddy Chip had stood by the gate and watched him + do it. Daddy Chip had lifted him down from Silver's back, and had squeezed + him hard, and had called him a real, old cowpuncher. The Kid got warm all + inside him when he, thought of it. + </p> + <p> + When a turn in the narrow creek-bottom hid him completely from the ranch + buildings and the hill trail, the Kid led Silver alongside a low bank, + climbed into the saddle. Then he made Silver lope all the way to the gate. + </p> + <p> + He had some trouble with that gate. It was a barbed wire gate, such as + bigger men than the Kid sometimes swear over. It went down all right, but + when he came to put it up again, that was another matter. He simply had to + put it up before he could go on. You always had to shut gates if you found + them shut—that was a law of the range which the Kid had learned so + long ago he could not remember when he had learned And there was another + reason—he did not want em to know he had passed that way, if they + took a notion to call him back. So he worked and he tugged and he grew so + red in the face it looked as if he were choking. But he got the gate up + and the wire loop over the stake—though he had to hunt up an old + piece of a post to stand on, and even then had to stand on his toes to + reach the loop—since he was Chip's Kid and the Little Doctor's. + </p> + <p> + He even remembered to scrape out the tell-tale prints of his small feet in + the bare earth there, and the prints of Silver's feet where he went + through. Yarns he had heard the Happy Family tell, in the bunk-house on + rainy days, had taught him these tricks. He was extremely thorough in all + that he did—being a good deal like his dad—and when he went + the grass, no one would have suspected that he had passed that way. + </p> + <p> + After a while he left that winding creek-bottom and climbed a long ridge. + Then he went down hill and pretty soon he climbed another hill that made + old Silver stop and rest before he went on to the top. The Kid stood on + the top for a few minutes and stared wistfully out over the tumbled mass + of hills, and deep hollows, and hills, and hill and hills—till he + could not see where they left off. He could not see any of the bunch; but + then, he could not see any brakes growing anywhere, either. The bunch was + down in the brakes—he had heard that often enough to get it fixed + firmly in his mind. Well, when he came to where the brakes grew—and + he would know them, all right, when he saw them!—he would find the + bunch. He thought they'd be s'prised to see him ride up! The bunch didn't + know that he could drive stock all his own self, and that he was a real, + old cowpuncher now. He was a lot bigger. He didn't have to hunt such a big + rock, or such a high bank, to get on Silver now. He thought he must be + pretty near as big as Pink, any way. They would certainly be s'prised! + </p> + <p> + The brakes must be farther over. Maybe he would have to go over on the + other side of that biggest hill before he came to the place where they + grew. He rode unafraid down a steep, rocky slope where Silver picked his + way very, very carefully, and sometimes stopped and smelt of a ledge or a + pile of rocks, and then turned and found some other way down. + </p> + <p> + The Kid let him choose his path—Daddy Chip had taught him to leave + the reins loose and let Silver cross ditches and rough places where he + wanted to cross. So Silver brought him safely down that hill where even + the Happy Family would have hesitated to ride unless the need was urgent. + </p> + <p> + He could not go right up over the next hill—there was a rock ledge + that was higher than his head when he sat on Silver. He went down a narrow + gulch—ah, an awfully narrow gulch! Sometimes he was afraid Silver + was too fat to squeeze through; but Silver always did squeeze through + somehow. And still there were no brakes growing anywhere. Just + choke-cherry trees, and service-berries, and now and then a little flat + filled with cottonwoods and willows—familiar trees and bushes that + he had known all his six years of life. + </p> + <p> + So the Kid went on and on, over hills or around hills or down along the + side of hill. But he did not find the Happy Family, and he did not find + the brakes. He found cattle that had the Flying U brand—they had a + comfortable, homey look. One bunch he drove down a wide coulee, hazing + them out of the brush and yelling “HY-AH!” at them, just the way the Happy + Family yelled. He thought maybe these were the cattle the Happy Family + were looking for; so he drove them ahead of him and didn't let one break + back on him and he was the happiest Kid in all Montana with these range + cattle, that had the Flying U brand, galloping awkwardly ahead of him down + that big coulee. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 16. “A RELL OLD COWPUNCHER” + </h2> + <p> + The hills began to look bigger, and kind of chilly and blue in the deep + places. The Kid wished that he could find some of the boys. He was + beginning to get hungry, and he had long ago begun to get tired. But he + was undismayed, even when he heard a coyote yap-yap-yapping up a brushy + canyon. It might be that he would have to camp out all night. The Kid had + loved those cowboy yarns where the teller—who was always the hero—had + been caught out somewhere and had been compelled to make a “dry camp.” His + favorite story of that type was the story of how Happy Jack had lost his + clothes and had to go naked through the breaks. It was not often that he + could make Happy Jack tell him that story—never when the other boys + were around. And there were other times; when Pink had got lost, down in + the breaks, and had found a cabin just—in—TIME, with Irish + sick inside and a blizzard just blowing outside, and they were mad at each + other and wouldn't talk, and all they had to eat was one weenty, teenty + snow-bird, till the yearling heifer came and Pink killed it and they had + beefsteak and got good friends again. And there were other times, that + others of the boys could tell about, and that the Kid thought about now + with pounding pulse. It was not all childish fear of the deepening shadows + that made his eyes big and round while he rode slowly on, farther and + farther into the breaks. + </p> + <p> + He still drove the cattle before him; rather, he followed where the cattle + led. He felt very big and very proud—but he did wish he could find + the Happy Family! Somebody ought to stand guard, and he was getting sleepy + already. + </p> + <p> + Silver stopped to drink at a little creek of clear, cold water. There was + grass, and over there was a little hollow under a rock ledge. The sky was + all purple and red, like Doctor Dell painted in pictures, and up the + coulee, where he had been a little while ago, it was looking kind of dark. + The Kid thought maybe he had better camp here till morning. He reined + Silver against a bank and slid off, and stood looking around him at the + strange hills with the huge, black boulders that looked like houses unless + you knew, and the white cliffs that looked—queer—unless you + knew they were just cliffs. + </p> + <p> + For the first time since he started, the Kid wished guiltily that his dad + was here or—he did wish the bunch would happen along! He wondered if + they weren't camped, maybe, around that point. Maybe they would hear him + if he hollered as loud as he could, which he did, two or three times; and + quit because the hills hollered back at him and they wouldn't stop for the + longest time—it was just like people yelling at him from behind + these rocks. + </p> + <p> + The Kid knew, of course, who they were; they were Echo-boys, and they + wouldn't hurt, and they wouldn't let you see them. They just ran away and + hollered from some other place. There was an Echo-boy lived up on the + bluff somewhere above the house. You could go down in the little pasture + and holler, and the Echo-boy would holler back The Kid was not afraid—but + there seemed to be an awful lot of Echo-boys down in these hills. They + were quiet after a minute or so, and he did not call again. + </p> + <p> + The Kid was six, and he was big for his age; but he looked very little, + there alone in that deep coulee that was really more like a canyon—very + little and lonesome and as if he needed his Doctor Dell to take him on her + lap and rock him. It was just about the time of day when Doctor Dell + always rocked him and told him stories—about the Happy Family, + maybe. The Kid hated to be suspected of baby ways, but he loved these + tunes, when his legs were tired and his eyes wanted to go shut, and Doctor + Dell laid her cheek on his hair and called him her baby man. Nobody knew + about these times—that was most always in the bed room and the boys + couldn't hear. + </p> + <p> + The Kid's lips quivered a little. Doctor Dell would be surprised when he + didn't show up for supper, he guessed. He turned to Silver and to his man + ways, because he did not like to think about Doctor Dell just right now. + </p> + <p> + “Well, old feller, I guess you want your saddle off, huh?” he quavered, + and slapped the horse upon the shoulder. He lifted the stirrup—it + was a little stock saddle, with everything just like a big saddle except + the size; Daddy Chip had had it made for the Kid in Cheyenne, last + Christmas—and began to undo the latigo, whistling self-consciously + and finding that his lips kept trying to come unpuckered all the time, and + trying to tremble just the way they did when he cried. He had no intention + of crying. + </p> + <p> + “Gee! I always wanted to camp out and watch the stars,” he told Silver + stoutly. “Honest to gran'ma, I think this is just—simply—GREAT! + I bet them nester kids would be scared. Hunh!” + </p> + <p> + That helped a lot. The Kid could whistle better after that. He pulled of + the saddle, laid it down on its side so that the skirts would not bend out + of shape—oh, he had been well-taught, with the whole Happy Family + for his worshipful tutors!—and untied the rope from beside the fork. + “I'll have to anchor you to a tree, old-timer,” he told the horse briskly. + “I'd sure hate to be set afoot in this man's country!” And a minute later—“Oh, + funder! I never brought you any sugar!” + </p> + <p> + Would you believe it, that small child of the Flying U picketed his horse + where the grass was best, and the knots he tied were the knots his dad + would have tied in his place. He unrolled his blanket and carried it to + the sheltered little nook under the ledge, and dragged the bag of + doughnuts and the jelly and honey and bread after it. He had heard about + thievish animals that will carry off bacon and flour and such. He knew + that he ought to hang his grub in a tree, but he could not reach up as far + as the fox who might try to help himself, so that was out of the question. + </p> + <p> + The Kid ate a doughnut while he studied the matter out for himself. “If a + coyote or a skink came pestering around ME, I'd frow rocks at him,” he + said. So when he had finished the doughnut he collected a pile of rocks. + He ate another doughnut, went over and laid himself down on his stomach + the way the boys did, and drank from the little creek. It was just a + chance that he had not come upon water tainted with alkali—but fate + is kind sometimes. + </p> + <p> + So the Kid, trying very, very hard to act just like his Daddy Chip and the + boys, flopped the blanket vigorously this way and that in an effort to get + it straightened, flopped himself on his knees and folded the blanket round + and round him until he looked like a large, gray cocoon, and cuddled + himself under the ledge with his head on the bag of doughnuts and his wide + eyes fixed upon the first pale stars and his mind clinging sturdily to his + mission and to this first real, man-sized adventure that had come into his + small life. + </p> + <p> + It was very big and very empty—that canyon. He lifted his yellow + head and looked to see if Silver were there, and was comforted at the + sight of his vague bulk close by, and by the steady KR-UP, KR-UP of bitten + grasses. + </p> + <p> + “I'm a rell ole cowpuncher, all right,” he told himself bravely; but he + had to blink his eyelashes pretty fast when he said it. A “rell ole + cowpuncher” wouldn't cry! He was afraid Doctor Dell would be AWFULLY + s'prised, though... + </p> + <p> + An unexpected sob broke loose, and another. He wasn't afraid—but... + Silver, cropping steadily at the grass which must be his only supper, + turned and came slowly toward the Kid in his search for sweeter + grass-tufts. The Kid choked off the third sob and sat up ashamed. He + tugged at the bag and made believe to Silver that his sole trouble was + with his pillow. + </p> + <p> + “By cripes, that damn' jelly glass digs right into my ear,” he complained + aloud, to help along the deception. “You go back, old-timer—I'm all + right. I'm a—rell—ole cowpuncher; ain't I, old-timer? We're + makin' a dry-camp, just like—Happy Jack. I'm a rell—ole—” + The Kid went to sleep before he finished saying it. There is nothing like + the open air to make one sleep from dusk till dawn. The rell ole + cowpuncher forgot his little white bed in the corner of the big bedroom. + He forgot that Doctor Dell would be awfully s'prised, and that Daddy Chip + would maybe be cross—Daddy Chip was cross, sometimes. The rell ole + cowpuncher lay with his yellow curls pillowed on the bag of doughnuts and + the gray blanket wrapped tightly around him, and slept soundly; and his + lips were curved in the half smile that came often to his sleeping place + and made him look ever so much like his Daddy Chip. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 17. “LOST CHILD” + </h2> + <p> + “Djuh find 'im?” The Old Man had limped down to the big gate and stood + there bare headed under the stars, waiting, hoping—fearing to hear + the answer. + </p> + <p> + “Hasn't he showed up yet?” Chip and the Little Doctor rode out of the + gloom and stopped before the gate. Chip did not wait for an answer. One + question answered the other and there was no need for more. “I brought + Dell home,” he said. “She's about all in—and he's just as likely to + come back himself as we are to run across him. Silver'll bring him home, + all right. He can't be—yuh can't lose a horse. You go up to the + house and lie down, Dell. I—the Kid's all right.” + </p> + <p> + His voice held all the tenderness of the lover, and all the protectiveness + of the husband and all the agony of a father—but Chip managed to + keep it firm and even for all that. He lifted the Little Doctor bodily + from the saddle, held her very close in his arms for a minute, kissed her + twice and pushed her gently through the gate. + </p> + <p> + “You better stay right here,” he said authoritatively, “and rest and look + after J.G. You can't do any good riding—and you don't want to be + gone when he comes.” He reached over the gate, got hold of her arm and + pulled her towards him. “Buck up, old girl,” he whispered, and kissed her + lingeringly. “Now's the time to show the stuff you're made of. You needn't + worry one minute about that kid. He's the goods, all right. Yuh couldn't + lose him if you tried. Go up and go to bed.” + </p> + <p> + “Go to bed!” echoed the Little Doctor and sardonically. “J.G., are you + sure he didn't say anything about going anywhere?” + </p> + <p> + “No. He was settin' there on the porch tormenting the cat.” The Old Man + swallowed a lump. “I told him to quit. He set there a while after that—I + was talkin'' to Blake. I dunno where he went to. I was—” + </p> + <p> + “'S that you, Dell? Did yuh find 'im?” The Countess came flapping down the + path in a faded, red kimono. “What under the shinin' sun's went with him, + do yuh s'pose? Yuh never know what a day's got up its sleeve—'n I + always said it. Man plans and God displans—the poor little tad'll be + scairt plumb to death, out all alone in the dark—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, for heaven's sake shut up!” cried the tortured Little Doctor, and + fled past her up the path as though she had some hope of running away from + the tormenting thoughts also. “Poor little tad, all alone in the dark,”—the + words followed her and were like sword thrusts through the mother heart of + her. Then Chip overtook her, knowing too well the hurt which the Countess + had given with her blundering anxiety. Just at the porch he caught up with + her, and she clung to him, sobbing wildly. + </p> + <p> + “You don't want to mind what that old hen says,” he told her brusquely. + “She's got to do just so much cackling or she'd choke, I reckon. The Kid's + all right. Some of the boys have run across him by this time, most likely, + and are bringing him in. He'll be good and hungry, and the scare will do + him good.” He forced himself to speak as though the Kid had merely fallen + on the corral fence, or something like that. “You've got to make up your + mind to these things,” he argued, “if you tackle raising a boy, Dell. Why, + I'll bet I ran off and scared my folks into fits fifty times when I was a + kid.” + </p> + <p> + “But—he's—just a baby!” sobbed the Little Doctor with her face + pressed hard against Chip's strong, comforting shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “He's a little devil!” amended Chip fiercely. “He ought to be walloped for + scaring you like this. He's just as capable of looking after himself as + most kids twice his size. He'll get hungry and head for home—and if + he don't know the way, Silver does; so he can't—” + </p> + <p> + “But he may have fallen and—” + </p> + <p> + “Come, now! Haven't you got any more sense than the Countess? If you + insist of thinking up horrors to scare yourself with, I don't know as + anybody can stop you. Dell! Brace up and quit worrying. I tell you—he's—all + right!” + </p> + <p> + That did well enough—seeing the Little Doctor did not get a look at + Chip's face, which was white and drawn, with sunken, haggard eyes staring + into the dark over her head. He kissed her hastily and told her he must + go, and that he'd hurry back as soon as he could. So he went half running + down the path and passed the Countess and the Old Man without a word; + piled onto his horse and went off up the hill road again. + </p> + <p> + They could not get it out of their minds that the Kid must have ridden up + on the bluff to meet his mother, had been too early to meet her—for + the Little Doctor had come home rather later than she expected to do—and + had wandered off to visit the boys, perhaps, or to meet his Daddy Chip who + was over there some where on the bench trying to figure out a system of + ditches that might logically be expected to water the desert claims of the + Happy Family—if they could get the water. + </p> + <p> + They firmly believed that the kid had gone up on the hill, and so they + hunted for him up there. The Honorable Blake had gone to Dry Lake and + taken the train for Great Falls, before ever the Kid had been really + missed. The Old Man had not seen the Kid ride up the hill—but he had + been sitting with his chair turned away from the road, and he was worried + about other things and so might easily have missed seeing him. The + Countess had been taking a nap, and she was not expected to know anything + about his departure. And she had not looked into the doughnut jar—indeed, + she was so upset by supper time that, had she looked, she would not have + missed the doughnuts. For the same reason Ole did not miss his blanket. + Ole had not been near his bed; he was out riding and searching and calling + through the coulee and up toward the old Denson place. + </p> + <p> + No one dreamed that the Kid had started out with a camp-outfit—if + one might call it that—and with the intention of joining the Happy + Family in the breaks, and of helping them gather their cattle. How could + they dream that? How could they realize that a child who still liked to be + told bedtime stories and to be rocked to sleep, should harbor such + man-size thoughts and ambitions? How could they know that the Kid was + being “a rell ole cowpuncher”? + </p> + <p> + That night the whole Happy Family, just returned from the Badlands and + warned by Chip at dusk that the Kid was missing, hunted the coulees that + bordered the benchland. A few of the nesters who had horses and could ride + them hunted also. The men who worked at the Flying U hunted, and Chip + hunted frantically. Chip just about worshipped that kid, and in spite of + his calmness and his optimism when he talked to the Little Doctor, you can + imagine the state of mind he was in. + </p> + <p> + At sunrise they straggled in to the ranch, caught up fresh horses, + swallowed a cup of coffee and what food they could choke down and started + out again. At nine o'clock a party came out from Dry Lake, learned that + the Kid was not yet found, and went out under a captain to comb + systematically through the hills and the coulees. + </p> + <p> + Before night all the able-bodied men in the country and some who were not—were + searching. It is astonishing how quickly a small army will volunteer in + such an emergency; and it doesn't seem to matter very much that the + country seems big and empty of people ordinarily. They come from + somewhere, when they're needed. + </p> + <p> + The Little Doctor—oh, let us not talk about the Little Doctor. Such + agonies as she suffered go too deep for words. + </p> + <p> + The next day after that, Chip saddled a horse and let her ride beside him. + Chip was afraid to leave her at the ranch—afraid that she would go + mad. So he let her ride—they rode together. They did not go far from + the ranch. There was always the fear that someone might bring him in while + they were gone. That fear drove them back, every hour or two. Then another + fear would drive them forth again. + </p> + <p> + Up in another county there is a creek called Lost Child Creek. A child was + lost—or was it two children?—and men hunted and hunted and + hunted, and it was months before anything was found. Then a cowboy riding + that way found—just bones. Chip knew about that creek which is + called Lost Child. He had been there and he had heard the story, and he + had seen the—father and had shuddered—and that was long before + he had known the feeling a father has for his child. What he was deadly + afraid of now was that the Little Doctor would hear about that creek, and + how it had gotten its name. + </p> + <p> + What he dreaded most for himself was to think of that creek. He kept the + Little Doctor beside him and away from that Job's comforter, the Countess, + and tried to keep her hope alive while the hours dragged their leaden feet + over the hearts of them all. + </p> + <p> + A camp was hastily organized in One Man Coulee and another out beyond + Denson's place, and men went there to the camps for a little food and a + little rest, when they could hold out no longer. Chip and the Little + Doctor rode from camp to camp, intercepted every party of searchers they + glimpsed on the horizon, and came back to the ranch, hollow-eyed and + silent for the most part. They would rest an hour, perhaps. Then they + would ride out again. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family seemed never to think of eating, never to want sleep. Two + days—three days—four days—the days became a nightmare. + Irish, with a warrant out for his arrest, rode with the constable, perhaps—if + the search chanced to lead them together. Or with Big Medicine, whom he + had left in hot anger. H. J. Owens and these other claim-jumpers hunted + with the Happy Family and apparently gave not a thought to claims. + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen started out on the second day and hunted through all the + coulees and gulches in the neighborhood of her claim—coulees and + gulches that had been searched frantically two or three times before. She + had no time to make whimsical speeches to Andy Green, nor he to listen. + When they met, each asked the other for news, and separated without a + thought for each other. The Kid—they must find him—they must. + </p> + <p> + The third day, Miss Allen put up a lunch, told her three claim partners + that she should not come back until night unless that poor child was + found, and that they need not look for her before dark and set out with + the twinkle all gone from her humorous brown eyes and her mouth very + determined. + </p> + <p> + She met Pink and the Native Son and was struck with the change which two + days of killing anxiety had made in them. True, they had not slept for + forty-eight hours, except an hour or two after they had been forced to + stop and eat. True, they had not eaten except in snatches. But it was not + that alone which made their faces look haggard and old and haunted. They, + too, were thinking of Lost Child Creek and How it had gotten its name. + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen gleaned a little information from them regarding the general + whereabouts of the various searching parties. And then, having learned + that the foothills of the mountains were being searched minutely because + the Kid might have taken a notion to visit Meeker's; and that the country + around Wolf Butte was being searched, because he had once told Big + Medicine that when he got bigger and his dad would let him, he was going + over there and kill wolves to make Doctor Dell some rugs: and that the + country toward the river was being searched because the Kid always wanted + to see where the Happy Family drove the sheep to, that time when Happy + Jack got shot under the arm; that all the places the Kid had seemed most + interested in were being searched minutely—if it could be possible + to; search minutely a country the size of that! Having learned all that, + Miss Allen struck off by herself, straight down into the Badlands where + nobody seemed to have done much searching. + </p> + <p> + The reason for that was, that the Happy Family had come out of the breaks + on the day that the Kid was lost. They had not ridden together, but in + twos and threes because they drove out several small bunches of cattle + that they had gleaned, to a common centre in One Man Coulee. They had + traveled by the most feasible routes through that rough country, and they + had seen no sign of the Kid or any other rider. + </p> + <p> + They did not believe that he had come over that far, or even in that + direction; because a horseman would almost certainly have been sighted by + some of them in crossing a ridge somewhere. + </p> + <p> + It never occurred to anyone that the Kid might go down Flying U Creek and + so into the breaks and the Badlands. Flying U Creek was fenced, and the + wire gate was in its place—Chip had looked down along there, the + first night, and had found the gate up just as it always was kept. Why + should he suspect that the Kid had managed to open that gate and to close + it after him? A little fellow like that? + </p> + <p> + So the searching parties, having no clue to that one incident which would + at least have sent them in the right direction, kept to the outlying + fringe of gulches which led into the broken edge of the benchland, and to + the country west and north and south of these gulches. At that, there was + enough broken country to keep them busy for several days, even when you + consider the number of searchers. + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen did not want to go tagging along with some party. She did not + feel as if she could do any good that way, and she wanted to do some good. + She wanted to find that poor little fellow and take him to his mother. She + had met his mother, just the day before, and had ridden with her for + several miles. The look in the Little Doctor's eyes haunted Miss Allen + until she felt sometimes as if she must scream curses to the heavens for + so torturing a mother. And that was not all; she had looked into Chip's + face, last night—and she had gone home and cried until she could cry + no more, just with the pity of it. + </p> + <p> + She left the more open valley and rode down a long, twisting canyon that + was lined with cliffs so that it was impossible to climb out with a horse. + She was sure she could not get lost or turned around, in a place like + that, and it seemed to her as hopeful a place to search as any. When you + came to that, they all had to ride at random and trust to luck, for there + was not the faintest clue to guide them. So Miss Allen considered that she + could do no better than search all the patches of brush in the canyon, and + keep on going. + </p> + <p> + The canyon ended abruptly in a little flat, which she crossed. She had not + seen the tracks of any horse going down, but when she was almost across + the flat she discovered tracks of cattle, and now and then the print of a + shod hoof. Miss Allen began to pride herself on her astuteness in reading + these signs. They meant that some of the Happy Family had driven cattle + this way; which meant that they would have seen little Claude Bennett—that + was the Kid's real name, which no one except perfect strangers ever used—they + would have seen the Kid or his tracks, if he had ridden down here. + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen, then, must look farther than this. She hesitated before three + or four feasible outlets to the little flat, and chose the one farthest to + the right. That carried her farther south, and deeper into a maze of + gulches and gorges and small, hidden valleys. She did not stop, but she + began to see that it was going to be pure chance, or the guiding hand of a + tender Providence, if one ever did find anybody in this horrible jumble. + She had never seen such a mess. She believed that poor little tot had come + down in here, after all; she could not see why, but then you seldom did + know why children took a notion to do certain unbelievable things. Miss + Allen had taught the primary grade in a city school, and she knew a little + about small boys and girls and the big ideas they sometimes harbored. + </p> + <p> + She rode and rode, trying to put herself mentally in the Kid's place. + Trying to pick up the thread of logical thought—children were + logical sometimes—startlingly so. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder,” she thought suddenly, “if he started out with the idea of + hunting cattle! I wouldn't be a bit surprised if he did—living on a + cattle ranch, and probably knowing that the men were down here somewhere.” + Miss Allen, you see, came pretty close to the truth with her guess. + </p> + <p> + Still, that did not help her find the Kid. She saw a high, bald peak + standing up at the mouth of the gorge down which she was at that time + picking her way, and she made up her mind to climb that peak and see if + she might not find him by looking from that point of vantage. So she rode + to the foot of the pinnacle, tied her horse to a bush and began to climb. + </p> + <p> + Peaks like that are very deceptive in their height Miss Allen was slim and + her lungs were perfect, and she climbed steadily and as fast as she dared. + For all that it took her a long while to reach the top—much longer + than she expected. When she reached the black rock that looked, from the + bottom, like the highest point of the hill, she found that she had not + gone much more than two-thirds of the way up, and that the real peak + sloped back so that it could not be seen from below at all. + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen was a persistent young woman. She kept climbing until she did + finally reach the highest point, and could look down into gorges and flats + and tiny basins and canyons and upon peaks and ridges and worm-like + windings, and patches of timber and patches of grass and patches of barren + earth and patches of rocks all jumbled up together—. Miss Allen + gasped from something more than the climb, and sat down upon a rock, + stricken with a sudden, overpowering weakness. “God in heaven!” she + whispered, appalled. “What a place to get lost in!” + </p> + <p> + She sat there a while and stared dejectedly down upon that wild orgy of + the earth's upheaval which is the Badlands. She felt as though it was + sheer madness even to think of finding anybody in there. It was worse than + a mountain country, because in the mountains there is a certain semblance + of some system in the canyons and high ridges and peaks. Here every thing—peaks, + gorges, tiny valleys and all—seemed to be just dumped down together. + Peaks rose from the middle of canyons; canyons were half the time blind + pockets that ended abruptly against a cliff. + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” she cried aloud, jumpin up and gesticulating wildly. “Baby! Little + Claude! Here! Look up this way!” She saw him, down below, on the opposite + side from where she had left her horse. + </p> + <p> + The Kid was riding slowly up a gorge. Silver was picking his way carefully + over the rocks—they looked tiny, down there! And they were not going + toward home, by any means. They were headed directly away from home. + </p> + <p> + The cheeks of Miss Allen were wet while she shouted and called and waved + her hands. He was alive, anyway. Oh, if his mother could only be told that + he was alive! Oh, why weren't there telephones or something where they + were needed! If his poor mother could see him! + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen called again, and the Kid heard her. She was sure that he heard + her, because he stopped—that pitiful, tiny speck down there on the + horse!—and she thought he looked up at her. Yes, she was sure he + heard her, and that finally he saw her; because he took off his hat and + waved it over his head—just like a man, the poor baby! + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen considered going straight down to him, and then walking around + to where her horse was tied. She was afraid to leave him while she went + for the horse and rode around to where he was. She was afraid she might + miss him somehow the Badlands had stamped that fear deep into her soul. + </p> + <p> + “Wait!” she shouted, her hands cupped around her trembling lips, tears + rolling down her cheeks “Wait baby! I'm coming for you.” She hoped that + the Kid heard what she said, but she could not be sure, for she did not + hear him reply. But he did not go on at once, and she thought he would + wait. + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen picked up her skirts away from her ankles and started running + down the steep slope. The Kid, away down below, stared up at her. She went + down a third of the way, and stopped just in time to save herself from + going over a sheer wall of rocks—stopped because a rock which she + dislodged with her foot rolled down the slope a few feet, gave a leap into + space and disappeared. + </p> + <p> + A step at a time Miss Allen crept down to where the rock had bounced off + into nothingness, and gave one look and crouched close to the earth. A + hundred feet, it must be, straight down. After the first shock she looked + to the right and the left and saw that she must go back, and down upon the + other side. + </p> + <p> + Away down there at the bottom, the Kid sat still on his horse and stared + up at her. And Miss Allen calling to him that she would come, started back + up to the peak. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 18. THE LONG WAY ROUND + </h2> + <p> + Miss Allen turned to yell encouragingly to the Kid, and she saw that he + was going on slowly, his head turned to watch her. She told him to wait + where he was, and she would come around the mountain and get him and take + him home. “Do you hear me, baby?” she asked imploringly after she had told + him just what she meant to do. “Answer me, baby!” + </p> + <p> + “I ain't a baby!” his voice came faintly shrill after a minute. “I'm a + rell ole cowpuncher.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen thought that was what he said, but at the time she did not + quite understand, except his denial of being a baby; that was clear + enough. She turned to the climb, feeling that she must hurry if she + expected to get him and take him home before dark. She knew that every + minute was precious and must not be wasted. It was well after noon—she + had forgotten to eat her lunch, but her watch said it was nearly one + o'clock already. She had no idea how far she had ridden, but she thought + it must be twelve miles at least. + </p> + <p> + She had no idea, either, how far she had run down the butte to the cliff—until + she began to climb back. Every rod or so she stopped to rest and to look + back and to call to the Kid who seemed such a tiny mite of humanity among + these huge peaks and fearsome gorges. He seemed to be watching her very + closely always when she looked she could see the pink blur of his little + upturned face. She must hurry. Oh, if she could only send a wireless to + his mother! Human inventions fell far short of the big needs, after all, + she thought as she toiled upward. + </p> + <p> + From the top of the peak she could see the hazy outline of the Bear Paws, + and she knew just about where the Flying U Coulee lay. She imagined that + she could distinguish the line of its bluff in the far distance. It was + not so very far—but she could not get any word of cheer across the + quivering air lanes. She turned and looked wishfully down at the Kid, a + tinier speck now than before—for she had climbed quite a distance + She waved her hand to him, and her warm brown eyes held a maternal + tenderness. He waved his hat—just like a man; he must be brave! she + thought. She turned reluctantly and went hurrying down the other side, her + blood racing with the joy of having found him, and of knowing that he was + safe. + </p> + <p> + It seemed to take a long time to climb down that peak; much longer than + she thought it would take. She looked at her watch nervously—two + o'clock, almost! She must hurry, or they would be in the dark getting + home. That did not worry her very much, However, for there would be + searching parties—she would be sure to strike one somewhere in the + hills before dark. + </p> + <p> + She came finally down to the level—except that it was not level at + all, but a trough-shaped gulch that looked unfamiliar. Still, it was the + same one she had used as a starting point when she began to climb—of + course it was the same one. How in the world could a person get turned + around going straight up the side of a hill and straight down again in the + very same place. This was the gorge where her horse was tied, only it + might be that she was a little below the exact spot; that could happen, of + course. So Miss Allen went up the gorge until it petered out against the + face of the mountain—one might as well call it a mountain and be + done with it, for it certainly was more than a mere hill. + </p> + <p> + It was some time before Miss Allen would admit to herself that she had + missed the gorge where she had left her horse, and that she did not know + where the gorge was, and that she did not know where she was herself. She + had gone down the mouth of the gulch before she made any admissions, and + she had seen not one solitary thing that she could remember having ever + seen before. + </p> + <p> + Not even the peak she had climbed looked familiar from where she was. She + was not perfectly sure that it was the same peak when she looked at it. + </p> + <p> + Were you ever lost? It is a very peculiar sensation—the feeling that + you are adrift in a world that is strange. Miss Allen had never been lost + before in her life. If she had been, she would have been more careful, and + would have made sure that she was descending that peak by the exact route + she had followed up it, instead of just taking it for granted that all she + need do was get to the bottom. + </p> + <p> + After an hour or two she decided to climb the peak again, get her bearings + from the top and come down more carefully. She was wild with apprehension—though + I must say it was not for her own plight but on account of the Kid. So she + climbed. And then everything looked so different that she believed she had + climbed another hill entirely. So she went down again and turned into a + gorge which seemed to lead in the direction where she had seen the little + lost boy. She followed that quite a long way—and that one petered + out like the first. + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen found the gorges filling up with shadow, and she looked up and + saw the sky crimson and gold, and she knew then without any doubts that + she was lost. Miss Allen was a brave young woman, or she would not have + been down in that country in the first place; but just the same she sat + down with her back against a clay bank and cried because of the eeriness + and the silence, and because she was hungry and she knew she was going to + be cold before morning—but mostly because she could not find that + poor, brave little baby boy who had waved his hat when she left him, and + shouted that he was not a baby. + </p> + <p> + In a few minutes she pulled herself together and went on; there was + nothing to be gained by sitting in one place and worrying. She walked + until it was too dark to see, and then, because she had come upon a + little, level canyon bottom—though one that was perfectly strange—she + stopped there where a high bank sheltered her from the wind that was too + cool for comfort. She called, a few times, until she was sure that the + child was not within hearing. After that she repeated poetry to keep her + mind off the loneliness and the pity of that poor baby alone like herself. + She would not think of him if she could help it. + </p> + <p> + When she began to shiver so that her teeth chattered, she would walk up + and down before the bank until she felt warm again; then she would sit + with her back against the clay and close her eyes and try to sleep. It was + not a pleasant way in which to pass a whole night, but Miss Allen endured + it as best she could. When the sun tinged the hill-tops she got up stiffly + and dragged herself out of the canyon where she could get the direction + straight in her mind, and then set off resolutely to find the Kid. She no + longer had much thought of finding her horse, though she missed him + terribly, and wished she had the lunch that was tied to the saddle. + </p> + <p> + This, remember, was the fourth day since the Kid rode down through the + little pasture and stood on a piece of fence-post so that he could fasten + the gate. Men had given up hope of finding him alive and unharmed. They + searched now for his body. And then the three women who lived with Miss + Allen began to inquire about the girl, and so the warning went out that + Miss Allen was lost; and they began looking for her also. + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen, along towards noon of that fourth day, found a small stream of + water that was fit to drink. Beside the stream she found the footprints of + a child, and they looked quite fresh—as if they had been made that + day. She whipped up her flagging energy and went on hopefully. + </p> + <p> + It was a long while afterwards that she met him coming down a canyon on + his horse. It must have been past three o'clock, and Miss Allen could + scarcely drag herself along. When she saw him she turned faint, and sat + down heavily on the steep-sloping bank. + </p> + <p> + The Kid rode up and stopped beside her. His face was terribly dirty and + streaked with the marks of tears he would never acknowledge afterwards. He + seemed to be all right, though, and because of his ignorance of the danger + he had been in he did not seem to have suffered half as much as had Miss + Allen. + </p> + <p> + “Howdy do,” he greeted her, and smiled his adorable little smile that was + like the Little Doctor's. “Are you the lady up on the hill? Do you know + where the bunch is? I'm—lookin' for the bunch.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen found strength enough to stand up and put her arms around him + as he sat very straight in his little stock saddle; she hugged him tight. + </p> + <p> + “You poor baby!” she cried, and her eyes were blurred with tears. “You + poor little lost baby!” + </p> + <p> + “I ain't a baby!” The Kid pulled himself free. “I'm six years old goin' on + thirty. I'm a rell ole cowpuncher. I can slap a saddle on my string and + ride like a son-a-gun. And I can put the bridle on him my own self and + everything. I—I was lookin' for the bunch. I had to make a dry-camp + and my doughnuts is smashed up and the jelly glass broke but I never cried + when a skink came. I shooed him away and I never cried once. I'm a rell + ole cowpuncher, ain't I? I ain't afraid of skinks. I frowed a rock at him + and I said, git outa here, you damn old skink or I'll knock your block + off!' You oughter seen him go! I—I sure made him hard to ketch, by + cripes!” + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen stepped back and the twinkle came into her eyes and the + whimsical twist to her lips. She knew children. Not for the world would + she offend this manchild. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I should say you are a real old cowpuncher!” she exclaimed + admiringly. “Now I'm afraid of skinks. I never would dare knock his block + off! And last night when I was lost and hungry and it got dark, I—cried!” + </p> + <p> + “Hunh!” The Kid studied her with a condescending pity. “Oh, well—you're + just a woman. Us fellers have to take care of women. Daddy Chip takes care + of Doctor Dell—I guess she'd cry if she couldn't find the bunch and + had to make dry-camp and skinks come around—but I never.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course you never!” Miss Allen agreed emphatically, trying not to look + conscious of any tear-marks on the Kid's sunburned cheeks. “Women are + regular cry babies, aren't they? I suppose,” she added guilefully: “I'd + cry again if you rode off to find the bunch an left me down here all + alone. I've lost my horse, an I've lost my lunch, and I've lost myself, + and I'm awful afraid of skunks—skinks.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I'll take care of you,” the Kid comforted. “I'll give you a doughnut + if you're hungry. I've got some left, but you'll have to pick out the + glass where the jelly broke on it.” He reined closer to the bank and slid + off and began untying the sadly depleted bag from behind the cantle. Miss + Allen offered to do it for him, and was beautifully snubbed. The Kid may + have been just a frightened, lost little boy before he met her—but + that was a secret hidden in the silences of the deep canyons. Now he was a + real old cowpuncher, and he was going to take care of Miss Allen because + men always had to take care of women. + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen offended him deeply when she called him Claude. She was told + bluntly that he was Buck, and that he belonged to the Flying U outfit, and + was riding down here to help the bunch gather some cattle. “But I can't + find the brakes,” he admitted grudgingly. “That's where the bunch is—down + in the brakes; I can't seem to locate them brakes.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you think you ought to go home to your mother?” Miss Allen asked + him while he was struggling with the knot he had tied in the bag. + </p> + <p> + “I've got to find the bunch. The bunch needs me,” said the Kid. “I—I + guess Doctor Dell is s'prised—” + </p> + <p> + “Who's Doctor Dell? Your mother? Your mother has just about cried herself + sick, she's so lonesome without you.” + </p> + <p> + The Kid looked at her wide-eyed. “Aw, gwan!” he retorted after a minute, + imitating Happy Jack's disbelief of any unpleasant news. “I guess you're + jest loadin' me. Daddy Chip is takin' care of her. He wouldn't let her be + lonesome.” + </p> + <p> + The Kid got the sack open and reached an arm in to the shoulder. He groped + there for a minute and drew out a battered doughnut smeared liberally with + wild currant jelly, and gave it to Miss Allen with an air of princely + generosity and all the chivalry of all the Happy Family rolled into one + baby gesture. Miss Allen took the doughnut meekly and did not spoil the + Kid's pleasure by hugging him as she would have liked to do. Instead she + said: “Thank you, Buck of the Flying U,” quite humbly. Then something + choked Miss Allen and she turned her back upon him abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “I've got one, two, free, fourteen left,” said the Kid, counting them + gravely. “If I had 'membered to bring matches,” he added regretfully, “I + could have a fire and toast rabbit legs. I guess you got some glass, + didn't you? I got some and it cutted my tongue so the bleed came—but + I never cried,” he made haste to deny stoutly. “I'm a rell ole cowpuncher + now. I just cussed.” He looked at her gravely. “You can't cuss where women + can hear,” he told Miss Allen reassuringly. “Bud says—” + </p> + <p> + “Let me see the doughnuts,” said miss Allen abruptly. “I think you ought + to let me keep the lunch. That's the woman's part. Men can't bother with + lunch—” + </p> + <p> + “It ain't lunch, it's grub,” corrected the Kid. But he let her have the + bag, and Miss Allen looked inside. There were some dried prunes that + looked like lumps of dirty dough, and six dilapidated doughnuts in a mess + of jelly, and a small glass jar of honey. + </p> + <p> + “I couldn't get the cover off,” the Kid explained, “'theut I busted it, + and then it would all spill like the jelly. Gee I-I wish I had a beefsteak + under my belt!” + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen leaned over with her elbows on the bank and laughed and + laughed. Miss Allen was closer to hysterics than she had ever been in her + life. The Kid looked at her in astonishment and turned to Silver, standing + with drooping head beside the bank. Miss Allen pulled herself together and + asked him what he was going to do. + </p> + <p> + “I'm going to LOCATE your horse,” he said, “and then I'm going to take you + home.” He looked at her disapprovingly. “I don't like you so very much,” + he added. “It ain't p'lite to laugh at a feller all the time.” + </p> + <p> + “I won't laugh any more. I think we had better go home right away,” said + Miss Allen contritely. “You see, Buck, the bunch came home. They—they + aren't hunting cattle now. They want to find you and tell you. And your + father and mother need you awfully bad, Buck. They've been looking all + over for you, everywhere, and wishing you'd come home.” + </p> + <p> + Buck looked wistfully up and down the canyon. His face at that moment was + not the face of a real old cowpuncher, but the sweet, dirty, mother-hungry + face of a child. “It's a far ways,” he said plaintively. “It's a million + miles, I guess I wanted to go home, but I couldn't des' 'zactly 'member—and + I thought I could find the bunch, and they'd know the trail better. Do you + know the trail?” + </p> + <p> + Miss Allen evaded that question and the Kid's wide, wistful eyes. “I think + if we start out, Buck, we can find it. We must go toward the sun, now. + That will be towards home. Shall I put you on your horse?” + </p> + <p> + The Kid gave her a withering glance and squirmed up into the saddle with + the help of both horn and cantle and by the grace of good luck. Miss Allen + gasped while she watched him. + </p> + <p> + The Kid looked down at her triumphantly. He frowned a little and flushed + guiltily when he remembered something. “'Scuse me,” he said. “I guess you + better ride my horse. I guess I better walk. It ain't p'lite for ladies to + walk and men ride.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no!” Miss Allen reached up with both hands and held the Kid from + dismounting. “I'll walk, Buck. I'd rather. I—why, I wouldn't dare + ride that horse of yours. I'd be afraid he might buck me off.” She pinched + her eyebrows together and pursed up her lips in a most convincing manner. + </p> + <p> + “Hunh!” Scorn of her cowardice was in his tone. “Well, a course I ain't + scared to ride him.” + </p> + <p> + So with Miss Allen walking close to the Kid's stirrup and trying her best + to keep up and to be cheerful and to remember that she must not treat him + like a little, lost boy but like a real old cowpuncher, they started up + the canyon toward the sun which hung low above a dark, pine-covered hill. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 19. HER NAME WAS ROSEMARY + </h2> + <p> + Andy Green came in from a twenty-hour ride through the Wolf Butte country + and learned that another disaster had followed on the heels of the first; + that miss Allen had been missing for thirty-six hours. While he bolted + what food was handiest in the camp where old Patsy cooked for the + searchers, and the horse wrangler brought up the saddle-bunch just as + though it was a roundup that held here its headquarters, he heard all that + Slim and Cal Emmett could tell him about the disappearance of Miss Allen. + </p> + <p> + One fact stood significantly in the foreground, and that was that Pink and + the Native Son had been the last to speak with her, so far as anyone knew. + That was it—so far as anyone knew. Andy's lips tightened. There were + many strangers riding through the country, and where there are many + strangers there is also a certain element of danger. That Miss Allen was + lost was not the greatest fear that drove Andy Green forth without sleep + and with food enough to last him a day or two. + </p> + <p> + First he meant to hunt up Pink and Miguel—which was easy enough, + since they rode into camp exhausted and disheartened while he was saddling + a fresh horse. From them he learned the direction which Miss Allen had + taken when she left them, and he rode that way and never stopped until he + had gone down off the benchland and had left the fringe of coulees and + canyons behind. Pink and the Native Son had just come from down in here, + and they had seen no sign of either her or the Kid. Andy intended to begin + where they had left off, and comb the breaks as carefully as it is + possible for one man to do. He was beginning to think that the Badlands + held the secret of the Kid disappearance, even though they had seen + nothing of him when they came out four days ago. Had he seen Chip he would + have urged him to send all the searchers—and there were two or three + hundred by now—into the Badlands and keep them there until the Kid + was found. But he did not see Chip and had no time to hunt him up. And + having managed to evade the supervision of any captain, and to keep clear + of all parties, he meant to go alone and see if he could find a clue, at + least. + </p> + <p> + It was down in the long canyon which Miss Allen had followed, that Andy + found hoof-prints which he recognized. The horse Miss Allen had ridden + whenever he saw her—one which she had bought somewhere north of town—had + one front foot which turned in toward the other. “Pigeon-toed,” he would + have called it. The track it left in soft soil was unmistakable. Andy's + face brightened when he saw it and knew that he was on her trail. The rest + of the way down the canyon he rode alertly, for though he knew she might + be miles from there by now, to find the route she had taken into the + Badlands was something gained. + </p> + <p> + The flat, which Andy knew very well—having driven the bunch of + cattle whose footprints had so elated Miss Allen—he crossed + uneasily. There were so many outlets to this rich little valley. He tried + several of them, which took time; and always when he came to soft earth + and saw no track of the hoof that turned in toward the other, he would go + back and ride into another gulch. And when you are told that these were + many, and that much of the ground was rocky, and some was covered with a + thick mat of grass, you will not be surprised that when Andy finally took + up her trail in the canyon farthest to the right, it was well towards + noon. He followed her easily enough until he came to the next valley, + which he examined over and over before he found where she had left it to + push deeper into the Badlands. And it was the same experience repeated + when he came out of that gulch into another open space. + </p> + <p> + He came into a network of gorges that would puzzle almost anyone, and + stopped to water his horse and let him feed for an hour or so. A man's + horse meant a good deal to him, down here on such a mission, and even his + anxiety could not betray him into letting his mount become too fagged. + </p> + <p> + After a while he mounted and rode on without having any clue to follow; + one must trust to chance, to a certain extent, in a place like this. He + had not seen any sign of the Kid, either, and the gorges were filling with + shadows that told How low the sun was sliding down the sky. At that time + he was not more than a mile or so from the canyon up which Miss Allen was + toiling afoot toward the sun; but Andy had no means of knowing that. He + went on with drooping head and eyes that stared achingly here and there. + That was the worst of his discomfort—his eyes. Lack of sleep and the + strain of looking, looking, against wind and sun, had made them red-rimmed + and bloodshot. Miss Allen's eyes were like that, and so were the eyes of + all the searchers. + </p> + <p> + In spite of himself Andy's eyes closed now. He had not slept for two + nights, and he had been riding all that time. Before he realized it he was + asleep in the saddle, and his horse was carrying him into a gulch that had + no outlet—there were so many such!—but came up against a hill + and stopped there. The shadows deepened, and the sky above was red and + gold. + </p> + <p> + Andy woke with a jerk, his horse having stopped because he could go no + farther. But it was not that which woke him. He listened. He would have + sworn that he had heard the shrill, anxious whinney of a horse not far + away. He turned and examined the gulch, but it was narrow and grassy and + had no possible place of concealment, and save himself and his own horse + it was empty. And it was not his own horse that whinnied—he was sure + of that. Also, he was sure that he had-not dreamed it. A horse had called + insistently. Andy knew horses too well not to know that there was anxiety + and rebellion in that call. + </p> + <p> + He waited a minute, his heart beating heavily. He turned and started back + down the gulch, and then stopped suddenly. He heard it again—shrill, + prolonged, a call from somewhere; where, he could not determine because of + the piled masses of earth and rock that flung the sound riotously here and + there and confused him as to direction. + </p> + <p> + Then his own horse turned his head and looked toward the left, and + answered the call. From far off the strange horse made shrill reply. Andy + got down and began climbing the left-hand ridge on the run, tired as he + was. Not many horses ranged down in here—and he did not believe, + anyway, that this was any range horse. It did not sound like Silver, but + it might be the pigeon-toed horse of Miss Allen. And if it was, then Miss + Allen would be there. He took a deep breath and went up the last steep + pitch in a spurt of speed that surprised himself. + </p> + <p> + At the top he stood panting and searched the canyon below him. Just across + the canyon was the high peak which Miss Allen had climbed afoot. But down + below him he saw her horse circling about in a trampled place under a + young cottonwood. + </p> + <p> + You would never accuse Andy Green of being weak, or of having unsteady + nerves, I hope. + </p> + <p> + But it is the truth that he felt his knees give way while he looked; and + it was a minute or two before he had any voice with which to call to her. + Then he shouted, and the great hill opposite flung back the echoes + maddeningly. + </p> + <p> + He started running down the ridge, and brought up in the canyon's bottom + near the horse. It was growing shadowy now to the top of the lower ridges, + although the sun shone faintly on the crest of the peak. The horse + whinnied and circled restively when Andy came near. Andy needed no more + than a glance to tell him that the horse had stood tied there for + twenty-four hours, at the very least. That meant.... + </p> + <p> + Andy turned pale. He shouted, and the canyon mocked him with echoes. He + looked for her tracks. At the base of the peak he saw the print of her + riding boots; farther along, up the slope he saw the track again. Miss + Allen, then, must have climbed the peak, and he knew why she had done so. + But why had she not come down again? + </p> + <p> + There was only one way to find out, and he took the method in the face of + his weariness. He climbed the peak also, with now and then a footprint to + guide him. He was not one of these geniuses at trailing who could tell, by + a mere footprint, what had been in Miss Allen's mind when she had passed + that way; but for all that it seemed logical that she had gone up there to + see if she could not glimpse the kid—or possibly the way home. + </p> + <p> + At the top he did not loiter. He saw, before he reached the height, where + Miss Allen had come down again—and he saw where she had, to avoid a + clump of boulders and a broken ledge, gone too far to one side. He + followed that way. She had descended at an angle, after that, which took + her away from the canyon. + </p> + <p> + In Montana there is more of daylight after the sun has gone than there is + in some other places. Andy, by hurrying, managed to trail Miss Allen to + the bottom of the peak before it grew really dusky. He knew that she had + been completely lost when she reached the bottom, and had probably + wandered about at random since then. At any rate, there were no tracks + anywhere save her own, so that he felt less anxiety over her safety than, + when he had started out looking for her. + </p> + <p> + Andy knew these breaks pretty well. He went over a rocky ridge, which Miss + Allen had not tried to cross because to her it seemed exactly in the + opposite direction from where she had started, and so he came to her horse + again. He untied the poor beast and searched for a possible trail over the + ridge to where his own horse waited; and by the time he had found one and + had forced the horse to climb to the top and then descend into the gulch, + the darkness lay heavy upon the hills. + </p> + <p> + He picketed Miss Allen's horse with his rope', and fashioned a hobble for + his own mount. Then he ate a little of the food he carried and sat down to + rest and smoke and consider how best he could find Miss Allen or the Kid—or + both. He believed Miss Allen to be somewhere not far away—since she + was afoot, and had left her lunch tied to the saddle. She could not travel + far without food. + </p> + <p> + After a little he climbed back up the ridge to where he had noticed a + patch of brush, and there he started a fire. Not a very large one, but + large enough to be seen for a long distance where the vision was not + blocked by intervening hills. Then he sat down beside it and waited and + listened and tended the fire. It was all that he could do for the present, + and it seemed pitifully little. If she saw the fire, he believed that she + would come; if she did not see it, there was no hope of his finding her in + the dark. Had there been fuel on the high peak, he might have gone up + there to start his fire; but that was out of the question, since the peak + was barren. + </p> + <p> + Heavy-eyed, tired in every fibre of his being, Andy dragged up a dead + buck-bush and laid the butt of it across his blaze. Then he lay down near + it—and went to sleep as quickly as if he had been chloroformed. + </p> + <p> + It may have been an hour after that—it may have been more. He sat up + suddenly and listened. Through the stupor of his sleep he had heard Miss + Allen call. At least, he believed he had heard her call, though he knew he + might easily have dreamed it. He knew he had been asleep, because the fire + had eaten part of the way to the branches of the bush and had died down to + smoking embers. He kicked the branch upon the coals and a blaze shot up + into the night. He stood up and walked a little distance away from the + fire so that he could see better, and stood staring down into the canyon. + </p> + <p> + From below he heard a faint call—he was sure of it. The wonder to + him was that he had heard it at all in his sleep. His anxiety must have + been strong enough even then to send the signal to his brain and rouse + him. + </p> + <p> + He shouted, and again he heard a faint call. It seemed to be far down the + canyon. He started running that way. + </p> + <p> + The next time he shouted, she answered him more clearly. And farther along + he distinctly heard and recognized her voice. You may be sure he ran, + after that! + </p> + <p> + After all, it was not so very far, to a man who is running recklessly down + hill. Before he realized how close he was he saw her standing before him + in the starlight. Andy did not stop. He kept right on running until he + could catch her in his arms; and when he had her there he held her close + and then he kissed her. That was not proper, of course—but a man + does sometimes do terribly improper things under the stress of big + emotions; Andy had been haunted by the fear that she was dead. + </p> + <p> + Well, Miss Allen was just as improper as he was, for that matter. She did + say “Oh!” in a breathless kind of way, and then she must have known who he + was. There surely could be no other excuse for the way she clung to him + and without the faintest resistance let him kiss her. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I've found him!” she whispered after the first terribly + unconventional greetings were over. “I've found him, Mr. Green. I couldn't + come up to the fire, because he's asleep and I couldn't carry him, and I + wouldn't wake him unless I had to. He's just down here—I was afraid + to go very far, for fear of losing him again. Oh, Mr. Green! I—” + </p> + <p> + “My name is Andy,” he told her. “What's your name?” + </p> + <p> + “Mine? It's—well, it's Rosemary. Never mind now. I should think + you'd be just wild to see that poor little fellow—he's a brick, + though.” + </p> + <p> + “I've been wild,” said Andy, “over a good many things—you, for one. + Where's the Kid?” + </p> + <p> + They went together, hand in hand—terribly silly, wasn't it?—to + where the Kid lay wrapped in the gray blanket in the shelter of a bank. + Andy struck a match and held it so that he could see the Kid face—and + Miss Allen, looking at the man whose wooing had been so abrupt, saw his + mouth tremble and his lashes glisten as he stared down while the + match-blaze lasted. + </p> + <p> + “Poor little tad—he's sure a great Kid,” he said huskily when the + match went out. He stood up and put his arm around Miss Allen just as + though that was his habit. “And it was you that found him!” he murmured + with his face against hers. “And I've found you both, thank God.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 20. THE RELL OLE COWPUNCHER GOES HOME + </h2> + <p> + I don't suppose anything can equal the aplomb of a child that has always + had his own way and has developed normally. The Kid, for instance, had + been wandering in the wild places—this was the morning of the sixth + day. The whole of Northern Montana waited anxiously for news of him. The + ranch had been turned into a rendezvous for searchers. Men rode as long as + they could sit in the saddle. Women were hysterical in the affection they + lavished upon their own young. And yet, the Kid himself opened his eyes to + the sun and his mind was untroubled save where his immediate needs were + concerned. He sat up thinking of breakfast, and he spied Andy Green humped + on his knees over a heap of camp-fire coals, toasting rabbit-hams—the + joy of it—on a forked stick. Opposite him Miss Allen crouched and + held another rabbit-leg on a forked stick. The Kid sat up as if a spring + had been suddenly released, and threw off the gray blanket. + </p> + <p> + “Say, I want to do that too!” he cried. “Get me a stick, Andy, so I can do + it. I never did and I want to!” + </p> + <p> + Andy grabbed him as he came up and kissed him—and the Kid wondered + at the tremble of Andy's arms. He wondered also at the unusual caress; but + it was very nice to have Andy's arms around him and Andy's cheek against + his, and of a sudden the baby of him came to the surface. + </p> + <p> + “I want my Daddy Chip!” he whimpered, and laid his head down on Andy's + shoulder. “And I want my Doctor Dell and my—cat! She's lonesome for + me. And I forgot to take the string off her tail and maybe it ain't + comfortable any more!” + </p> + <p> + “We're going to hit the trail, old-timer, just as soon as we get outside + of a little grub.” Andy's voice was so tender that Miss Allen gulped back + a sob of sympathy. “You take this stick and finish roasting the meat, and + then see what you think of rabbit-hams. I hear you've been a real old + cowpuncher, Buck. The way you took care of Miss Allen proves you're the + goods, all right. Not quite so close, or you'll burn it, Buck. That's + better. I'll go get another stick and roast the back.” + </p> + <p> + The Kid, squatting on his heels by the fire, watched gravely the + rabbit-leg on the two prongs of the willow stick he held. He glanced + across at Miss Allen and smiled his Little Doctor smile. + </p> + <p> + “He's my pal,” he announced. “I bet if I stayed we could round up all them + cattle our own selves. And I bet he can find your horse, too. He—he's + 'customed to this country. I'd a found your horse today, all right—but + I guess Andy could find him quicker. Us punchers'll take care of you, all + right.” The rabbit-leg sagged to the coals and began to scorch, and the + Kid lifted it startled and was grateful when Miss Allen did not seem to + have seen the accident. + </p> + <p> + “I'd a killed a rabbit for you,” he explained, “only I didn't have no gun + or no matches so I couldn't. When I'm ten my Daddy Chip is going to give + me a gun. And then if you get lost I can take care of you like Andy can. + I'll be ten next week, I guess.” He turned as Andy came back slicing off + the branches of a willow the size of his thumb. + </p> + <p> + “Say, old-timer, where's the rest of the bunch?” he inquired casually. + “Did you git your cattle rounded up?” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet.” Andy sharpened the prongs of his stick and carefully impaled + the back of the rabbit. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'll help you out. But I guess I better go home first—I guess + Doctor Dell might need me, maybe.” + </p> + <p> + “I know she does, Buck.” Andy's voice had a peculiar, shaky sound that the + Kid did not understand. “She needs you right bad. We'll hit the high + places right away quick.” + </p> + <p> + Since Andy had gone at daybreak and brought the horses over into this + canyon, his statement was a literal one. They ate hurriedly and started—and + Miss Allen insisted that Andy was all turned around, and that they were + going in exactly the wrong direction, and blushed and was silent when + Andy, turning his face full toward her, made a kissing motion with his + lips. + </p> + <p> + “You quit that!” the Kid commanded him sharply. “She's my girl I guess I + found her first 'fore you did, and you ain't goin' to kiss her.” + </p> + <p> + After that there was no lovemaking but the most decorous conversation + between these two. + </p> + <p> + Flying U Coulee lay deserted under the warm sunlight of early forenoon. + Deserted, and silent with the silence that tells where Death has stopped + with his sickle. Even the Kid seemed to feel a strangeness in the + atmosphere—a stillness that made his face sober while he looked + around the little pasture and up at the hill trail. In all the way home + they had not met anyone—but that may have been because Andy chose + the way up Flying U Creek as being shorter and therefore more desirable. + </p> + <p> + At the lower line fence of the little pasture Andy refused to believe the + Kid's assertion of having opened and shut the gate, until the Kid got down + and proved that he could open it—the shutting process being too slow + for Andy's raw nerves. He lifted the Kid into the saddle and shut the gate + himself, and led the way up the creek at a fast trot. + </p> + <p> + “I guess Doctor Dell will be glad to see me,” the Kid observed wistfully. + “I've been gone most a year, I guess.” + </p> + <p> + Neither Andy nor Miss Allen made any reply to this. Their eyes were + searching the hilltop for riders, that they might signal. But there was no + one in sight anywhere. + </p> + <p> + “Hadn't you better shout?” suggested Miss Allen. “Or would it be better to + go quietly—” + </p> + <p> + Andy did not reply; nor did he shout. Andy, at that moment, was fighting a + dryness in his throat. He could not have called out if he had wanted to. + They rode to the stable and stopped. Andy lifted the Kid down and set him + on his two feet by the stable door while he turned to Miss Allen. For once + in his life he was at a loss. He did not know how best to bring the Kid to + the Little Doctor; How best to lighten the shock of seeing safe and well + the manchild who she thought was dead. He hesitated. Perhaps he should + have ridden on to the house with him. Perhaps he should have fired the + signal when first he came into the coulee. Perhaps... + </p> + <p> + The Kid himself swept aside Andy's uncertainties. Adeline, the cat, came + out of the stable and looked at them contemplatively. Adeline still had + the string tied to her tail, and a wisp of paper tied to the string. The + Kid pounced and caught her by the middle. + </p> + <p> + “I guess I can tie knots so they stay, by cripes!” he shouted + vaingloriously. “I guess Happy Jack can't tie strings any better 'n me, + can he? Nice kitty—c'm back here, you son-a-gun!” + </p> + <p> + Adeline had not worried over the absence of the Kid, but his hilarious + arrival seemed to worry her considerably. She went bounding up the path to + the house, and after her went the Kid, yelling epithets which were a bit + shocking for one of his age. + </p> + <p> + So he came to the porch just when Chip and the Little Doctor reached it, + white-faced and trembling. Adeline paused to squeeze under the steps, and + the Kid catching her by the tail, dragged her back yowling. While his + astounded parents watched him unbelievingly, the Kid gripped Adeline + firmly and started up the steps. + </p> + <p> + “I ketched the son-a-gun!” he cried jubilantly. + </p> + <p> + “Say, I seen a skink, Daddy Chip, and I frowed a rock and knocked his + block off 'cause he was going to swipe my grub. Was you s'prised, Doctor + Dell?” + </p> + <p> + Doctor Dell did not say. Doctor Dell was kneeling on the porch floor with + the Kid held closer in her arms than ever he held the cat, and she was + crying and laughing and kissing him all at once—though nobody except + a mother can perform that feat. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 21. THE FIGHT GOES ON + </h2> + <p> + It is amazing how quickly life swings back to the normal after even so + harrowing an experience as had come to the Flying U. Tragedy had hovered + there a while and had turned away with a smile, and the smile was + reflected upon the faces and in the eyes of everyone upon whose souls had + fallen her shadow. The Kid was safe, and he was well, and he had not + suffered from the experience; on the contrary he spent most of his waking + hours in recounting his adventures to an admiring audience. He was a real + old cowpuncher. He had gone into the wilderness and he had proven the + stuff that was in him. He had made “dry-camp” just exactly as well as any + of the Happy Family could have done. He had slept out under the stars + rolled in a blanket—and do you think for one minute that he would + ever submit to lace-trimmed nighties again? If you do, ask the little + Doctor what the Kid said on the first night after his return, when she + essayed to robe him in spotless white and rock him, held tight in her + starved arms. Or you might ask his Daddy Chip, who hovered pretty close to + them both, his eyes betraying how his soul gave thanks. Or—never + mind, I'll tell you myself. + </p> + <p> + The Little Doctor brought the nightie, and reached out her two eager arms + to take the kid off Chip's knees where he was perched contentedly relating + his adventures with sundry hair-raising additions born of his imagination. + The Kid was telling Daddy Chip about the skunk he saw, and he hated to be + interrupted. He looked at his Doctor Dell and at the familiar, white + garment with lace at the neck and wristbands, and he waved his hand with a + gesture of dismissal. + </p> + <p> + “Aw, take that damn' thing away!” he told her in the tone of the real old + cowpuncher. “When I get ready to hit the bed-ground, a blanket is all I'll + need.” + </p> + <p> + Lest you should think him less lovable than he really was, I must add + that, when Chip set him down hastily so that he himself could rush off + somewhere and laugh in secret, the Kid spread his arms with a little + chuckle and rushed straight at his Doctor Dell and gave her a real bear + hug. + </p> + <p> + “I want to be rocked,” he told her—and was her own baby man again, + except that he absolutely refused to reconsider the nightgown. “And I want + you to tell me a story—about when Silver breaked his leg. Silver's a + good ole scout, you bet. I don't know what I'd a done 'theut Silver. And + tell about the bunch makin' a man outa straw to scare you, and the horses + runned away. I was such a far ways, Doctor Dell, and I couldn't get back + to hear them stories and I've most forgot about 'em. And tell about + Whizzer, Doctor Dell.” + </p> + <p> + The Little Doctor rocked him and told him of the old days, and she never + again brought him his lace-trimmed nightie at bedtime. She never mentioned + his language upon the subject, either. The Little Doctor was learning some + things about her man-child, and one of them was this: When he rode away + into the Badlands and was lost, other things were lost, and lost + permanently; he was no longer her baby, for all he liked to be rocked. He + had come back to her changed, so that she studied him amazedly while she + worshipped. He had entered boldly into the life which men live, and he + would never come back entirely to the old order of things. He would never + be her baby; there would be a difference, even while she held him in her + arms and him rocked him to sleep. + </p> + <p> + She knew that it was so, when the Kid insisted, next day, upon going home + with the bunch; with Andy, rather, who was just now the Kid's particular + hero. He had to help the bunch he said; they needed him, and Andy needed + him and Miss Allen needed him. + </p> + <p> + “Aw, you needn't be scared, Doctor Dell,” he told her shrewdly. “I ain't + going to find them brakes any more. I'll stick with the bunch, cross my + heart, and I'll come back tonight if you're scared 'theut me. Honest to + gran'ma, I've got to go and help the bunch lick the stuffen' outa them + nesters, Doctor Dell.” + </p> + <p> + The Little Doctor looked at him strangely, hugged him tight—and let + him go. Chip would be with them, and he would bring the Kid home safely, + and—the limitations of dooryard play no longer sufficed; her + fledgling had found what his wings were for, and the nest was too little, + now. + </p> + <p> + “We'll take care of him,” Andy promised her understandingly. “If Chip + don't come up, this afternoon, I'll bring him home myself. Don't you worry + a minute about him.” + </p> + <p> + “I'd tell a man she needn't!” added the Kid patronizingly. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose he's a lot safer with you boys than he is here at the ranch—unless + one of us stood over him all the time, or we tied him up,” she told Andy + gamely. “I feel like a hen trying to raise a duck! Go on, Buck—but + give mother a kiss first.” + </p> + <p> + The Kid kissed her violently and with a haste that betrayed where his + thoughts were, in spite of the fact that never before had his mother + called him Buck. + </p> + <p> + To her it was a supreme surrender of his babyhood—to him it was + merely his due. The Little Doctor sighed and watched him ride away beside + Andy. “Children are such self-centred little beasts!” she told J. G. + rue-fully. “I almost wish he was a girl.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay? If he was a girl he wouldn't git lost, maybe, but some feller'd take + him away from yuh just the same. The Kid's all right. He's just the kind + you expect him to be and want him to be. You're tickled to death because + he's like he is. Doggone it, Dell, that Kid's got the real stuff in him! + He's a dead ringer fer his dad—that ought to do yuh.” + </p> + <p> + “It does,” the Little Doctor declared. “But it does seem as if he might be + contented here with me for a little while—after such a horrible time—” + </p> + <p> + “It wasn't horrible to him, yuh want to recollect. Doggone it, I wish that + Blake would come back. You write to him, Dell, and tell him how things is + stacking up. He oughta be here on the ground. No tellin' what them + nesters'll build up next.” + </p> + <p> + So the Old Man slipped back into the old channels of worry and thought, + just as life itself slips back after a stressful period. The little Doctor + sighed again and sat down to write the letter and to discuss with the Old + Man what she should say. + </p> + <p> + There was a good deal to say. For one thing, more contests had been filed + and more shacks built upon claims belonging to the Happy Family. She must + tell Blake that. Also, Blake must help make some arrangement whereby the + Happy Family could hire an outfit to gather their stock and the alien + stock which they meant to drive back out of the Badlands. And there was + Irish, who had quietly taken to the hills again as soon as the Kid + returned. Blake was needed to look into that particular bit of trouble and + try and discover just how serious it was. The man whom Irish had floored + with a chair was apparently hovering close to death—and there were + these who emphasized the adverb and asserted that the hurt was only + apparent, but could prove nothing. + </p> + <p> + “And you tell 'im,” directed the Old Man querulously, “that I'll stand + good for his time while he's lookin' after things for the boys. And tell + 'im if he's so doggoned scared I'll buy into the game, he needn't to show + up here at the ranch at all; tell him to stay in Dry Lake if he wants to—serve + him right to stop at that hotel fer a while. But tell him for the Lord's + sake git a move on. The way it looks to me, things is piling up on them + boys till they can't hardly see over the top, and something's got to be + done. Tell 'im—here! Give me a sheet of paper and a pencil and I'll + tell him a few things myself. Chances are you'd smooth 'em out too much, + gitting 'em on paper. And the things I've got to say to Blake don't want + any smoothing.” + </p> + <p> + The things he wrote painfully with his rheumatic hand were not smoothed + for politeness' sake, and it made the Old Man feel better to get them off + his mind. He read the letter over three times, and lingered over the most + scathing sentences relishfully. He sent one of his new men to town for the + express purpose of mailing that letter, and he felt a glow of satisfaction + at actually speaking his mind upon the subject. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps it was just as well he did not know that Blake was in Dry Lake + when the letter reached his office in Helena, and that it was forwarded to + the place whence it had started. Blake was already “getting a move on,” + and he needed no such spur as the Old Man's letter. But the letter did the + Old Man a lot of good, so that it served its purpose. + </p> + <p> + Blake had no intention of handling the case from the Flying U porch, for + instance. He had laid his plans quite independently of the Flying U + outfit. He had no intention of letting Irish be arrested upon a trumped up + charge, and he managed to send a word of warning to that hot-headed young + man not to put himself in the way of any groping arm of the law; it was so + much simpler than arrest and preliminary trial and bail, and all that. He + had sent word to Weary to come and see him, before ever he received the + Old Man's letter, and he had placed at Weary's disposal what funds would + be needed for the immediate plans of the Happy Family. He had attended in + person to the hauling of the fence material to their boundary line on the + day he arrived and discovered by sheer accident that the stuff was still + in the warehouse of the general store. + </p> + <p> + After he did all that, the Honorable Blake received the Old Man's letter, + read it through slowly and afterwards stroked down his Vandyke beard and + laughed quietly to himself. The letter itself was both peremptory and + profane, and commanded the Honorable Blake to do exactly what he had + already done, and what he intended to do when the time came for the doing. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 22. LAWFUL IMPROVEMENTS + </h2> + <p> + Florence Grace Hallman must not be counted a woman without principle or + kindness of heart or these qualities which make women beloved of men. She + was a pretty nice young woman, unless one roused her antagonism. Had Andy + Green, for instance, accepted in good faith her offer of a position with + the Syndicate, he would have found her generous and humorous and loyal and + kind. He would probably have fallen in love with her before the summer was + over, and he would never have discovered in her nature that hardness and + that ability for spiteful scheming which came to the surface and made the + whole Happy Family look upon her as an enemy. + </p> + <p> + Florence Grace Hillman was intensely human, as well as intensely loyal to + her firm. She had liked Andy Green better than anyone—herself + included—realized. It was not altogether her vanity that was hurt + when she discovered how he had worked against her—how little her + personality had counted with him. She felt chagrined and humiliated and as + though nothing save the complete subjugation of Andy Green and the + complete thwarting of his plans could ease her own hurt. + </p> + <p> + Deep in her heart she hoped that he would eventually want her to forgive + him his treachery. She would give him a good, hard fight—she would + show him that she was mistress of the situation. She would force him to + respect her as a foe; after that—Andy Green was human, certainly. + She trusted to her feminine intuition to say just what should transpire + after the fight; trusted to her feminine charm also to bring her whatever + she might desire. + </p> + <p> + That was the personal side of the situation. There was also the + professional side, which urged her to do battle for the interests of her + firm. And since both the personal and the professional aspects of the case + pointed to the same general goal, it may be assumed that Florence Grace + was prepared to make a stiff fight. + </p> + <p> + Then Andy Green proceeded to fall in love with that sharp-tongued Rosemary + Allen; and Rosemary Allen had no better taste than to let herself be lost + and finally found by Andy, and had the nerve to show very plainly that she + not only approved of his love but returned it. After that, Florence Grace + was in a condition to stop at nothing—short of murder—that + would defeat the Happy Family in their latest project. + </p> + <p> + While all the Bear Paw country was stirred up over the lost child, + Florence Grace Hillman said it was too bad, and had they found him yet? + and went right along planting contestants upon the claims of the Happy + Family. She encouraged the building of claim-shacks and urged firmness in + holding possession of them. She visited the man whom Irish had knocked + down with a bottle of whisky, and she had a long talk with him and with + the doctor who attended him. She saw to it that the contest notices were + served promptly upon the Happy Family, and she hurried in shipments of + stock. Oh, she was very busy indeed, during the week that was spent in + hunting the Kid. When he was found, and the rumor of an engagement between + Rosemary Allen and that treacherous Andy Green reached her, she was busier + still; but since she had changed her methods and was careful to mask her + real purpose behind an air of passive resentment, her industry became less + apparent. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family did not pay much attention to Florence Grace Hallman and + her studied opposition. They were pretty busy attending to their own + affairs; Andy Green was not only busy but very much in love, so that he + almost forgot the existence of Florence Grace except on the rare occasions + when he met her riding over the prairie trails. + </p> + <p> + First of all they rounded up the stock that had been scattered, and they + did not stop when they crossed Antelope Coulee with the settlers' cattle. + They bedded them there until after dark. Then they drove them on to the + valley of Dry Lake, crossed that valley on the train traveled road and + pushed the herd up on Lonesome Prairie and out as far upon the benchland + as they had time to drive them. + </p> + <p> + They did not make much effort toward keeping it a secret. Indeed Weary + told three or four of the most indignant settlers, next day, where they + would find their cattle. But he added that the feed was pretty good back + there, and advised them to leave the stock out there for the present. + </p> + <p> + “It isn't going to do you fellows any good to rear up on your hind legs + and make a holler,” he said calmly. “We haven't hurt your cattle. We don't + want to have trouble with anybody. But we're pretty sure to have a fine, + large row with our neighbors if they don't keep on their own side the + fence.” + </p> + <p> + That fence was growing to be more than a mere figure of speech The Happy + Family did not love the digging of post-holes and the stretching of barbed + wire; on the contrary they hated it so deeply that you could not get a + civil word out of one of them while the work went on; yet they put in long + hours at the fence-building. + </p> + <p> + They had to take the work in shifts on account of having their own cattle + to watch day and night. Sometimes it happened that a man tamped posts or + helped stretch wire all day, and then stood guard two or three hours on + the herd at night; which was wearing on the temper. Sometimes, because + they were tired, they quarreled over small things. + </p> + <p> + New shipments of cattle, too, kept coming to Dry Lake. Invariably these + would be driven out towards Antelope Coulee—farther if the drivers + could manage it—and would have to be driven back again with what + patience the Happy Family could muster. No one helped them among the + settlers. There was every attitude among the claim-dwellers, from open + opposition to latent antagonism. None were quite neutral—and yet the + Happy Family did not bother any save these who had filed contests to their + claims, or who took active part in the cattle driving. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family were not half as brutal as they might have been. In spite + of their no-trespassing signs they permitted settlers to drive across + their claims with wagons and water-barrels, to haul water from One Man + Creek when the springs and the creek in Antelope Coulee went dry. + </p> + <p> + They did not attempt to move the shacks of the later contestants off their + claims. Though they hated the sight of them and of the owners who bore + themselves with such provocative assurance, they grudged the time the + moving would take. Besides that the Honorable Blake had told them that + moving the shacks would accomplish no real, permanent good. Within thirty + days they must appear before the register and receiver and file answer to + the contest, and he assured them that forbearance upon their part would + serve to strengthen their case with the Commissioner. + </p> + <p> + It goes to prove how deeply in earnest they were, that they immediately + began to practice assiduously the virtues of mildness and forbearance. + They could, he told them, postpone the filing of their answers until close + to the end of the thirty days; which would serve also to delay the date of + actual trial of the contests, and give the Happy Family more time for + their work. + </p> + <p> + Their plans had enlarged somewhat. They talked now of fencing the whole + tract on all four sides, and of building a dam across the mouth of a + certain coulee in the foothills which drained several miles of rough + country, thereby converting the coulee into a reservoir that would furnish + water for their desert claims. It would take work, of course; but the + Happy Family; were beginning to see prosperity on the trail ahead and + nothing in the shape of hard work could stop them from coming to + hang-grips with fortune. + </p> + <p> + Chip helped them all he could, but he had the Flying U to look after, and + that without the good team-work of the Happy Family which had kept things + moving along so smoothly. The team-work now was being used in a different + game; a losing game, one would say at first glance. + </p> + <p> + So far the summer had been favorable to dry-farming. The more enterprising + of the settlers had some grain and planted potatoes upon freshly broken + soil, and these were growing apace. They did not know about these + scorching August winds, that might shrivel crops in a day. They did not + realize that early frosts might kill what the hot winds spared. They + became enthusiastic over dry-farming, and their resentment toward the + Happy family increased as their enthusiasm waxed strong. The Happy Family + complained to one another that you couldn't pry a nester loose from his + claim with a crowbar. + </p> + <p> + In this manner did civilization march out and take possession of the high + prairies that lay close to the Flying U. They had a Sunday School + organized, with the meetings held in a double shack near the trail to Dry + Lake. The Happy family, riding that way, sometimes heard voices mingled in + the shrill singing of some hymn where, a year before, they had listened to + the hunting song of the coyote. + </p> + <p> + Eighty acres to the man—with that climate and that soil they never + could make it pay; with that soil especially since it was mostly barren. + The Happy Family knew it, and could find it in their hearts to pity the + men who were putting in dollars and time and hard work there. But for + obvious reasons they did not put their pity into speech. + </p> + <p> + They fenced their west line in record time. There was only one gate in the + whole length of it, and that was on the trail to Dry Lake. Not content + with trusting to the warning of four strands of barbed wire stretched so + tight that they hummed to the touch, they took turns in watching it—“riding + fence,” in range parlance—and in watching the settlers' cattle. + </p> + <p> + To H. J. Owens and his fellow contestants they paid not the slightest + attention, because the Honorable Blake had urged them personally to ignore + any and all claimants. To Florence Grace Hallman they gave no heed, + believing that she had done her worst, and that her worst was after all + pretty weak, since the contests she had caused to be filed could not + possibly be approved by the government so long as the Happy Family + continued to abide by every law and by-law and condition and requirement + in their present through-going and exemplary manner. + </p> + <p> + You should have seen how mild-mannered and how industrious the Happy + Family were, during these three weeks which followed the excitement of the + Kid's adventuring into the wild. You would have been astonished, and you + would have made the mistake of thinking that they had changed permanently + and might be expected now to settle down with wives and raise families and + hay and cattle and potatoes, and grow beards, perhaps, and become + well-to-do ranchers. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family were almost convinced that they were actually leaving + excitement behind them for good and all. They might hold back the + encroaching tide of immigration from the rough land along the river—that + sounded like something exciting, to be sure. But they must hold back the + tide with legal proceedings and by pastoral pursuits, and that promised + little in the way of brisk, decisive action and strong nerves and all + these qualities which set the Happy Family somewhat apart from their + fellows. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 23. THE WATER QUESTION AND SOME GOSSIP + </h2> + <p> + Miss Rosemary Allen rode down into One Man Coulee and boldly up to the + cabin of Andy Green, and shouted musically for him to come forth. Andy + made a hasty pass at his hair with a brush, jerked his tie straight and + came out eagerly. There was no hesitation in his manner. He went straight + up to her and reached up to pull her from the saddle, that he might hold + her in his arms and kiss her—after the manner of bold young men who + are very much in love. But Miss Rosemary Allen stopped him with a push + that was not altogether playful, and scowled at him viciously. + </p> + <p> + “I am in a most furious mood today,” she said. “I want to scratch + somebody's eyes out! I want to say WORDS. Don't come close, or I might + pull your hair or something, James.” She called him James because that was + not his name, and because she had learned a good deal about his past + misdeeds and liked to take a sly whack at his notorious tendency to forget + the truth, by calling him Truthful James. + </p> + <p> + “All right; that suits me fine. It's worth a lot to have you close enough + to pull hair. Where have you been all this long while?” Being a bold young + man and very much in love, he kissed her in spite of her professed + viciousness. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I've been to town—it hasn't been more than three days since we + met and had that terrible quarrel James. What was it about?” She frowned + down at him thoughtfully. “I'm still furious about it—whatever it + is. Do you know, Mr. Man, that I am an outlaw amongst my neighbors, and + that our happy little household, up there on the hill, is a house divided + against itself? I've put up a green burlap curtain on my southwest corner, + and bought me a smelly oil stove and I pos-i-tively refuse to look at my + neighbors or speak to them. I'm going to get some lumber and board up that + side of my house. + </p> + <p> + “Those three cats—they get together on the other side of my curtain + and say the meanest things!” + </p> + <p> + Andy Green had the temerity to laugh. “That sounds good to me,” he told + her unsympathetically. “Now maybe you'll come down and keep house for me + and let that pinnacle go to thunder. It's no good anyway, and I told you + so long ago. That whole eighty acres of yours wouldn't support a family of + jackrabbits month. What—” + </p> + <p> + “And let those old hens say they drove me off? That Kate Price is the + limit. The things she said to me you wouldn't believe. And it all started + over my going with little Buck a few times to ride along your fence when + you boys were busy. I consider that I had a perfect right to ride where I + pleased. Of course they're furious anyway, because I don't side against + you boys and—and all that. When—when they found out about—you + and me, James, they said some pretty sarcastic things, but I didn't pay + any attention to that. Poor old freaks, I expected them to be jealous, + because nobody ever pays any attention to THEM. Kate Price is the worst—she's + an old maid. The others have had husbands and can act superior. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I didn't mind the things they said then; I took that for granted. + But a week or so ago Florence Hallman came, and she did stir things up in + great style! Since then the girls have hardly spoken to me except to say + something insulting. And Florence Grace came right out and called me a + traitor; that was before little Buck and I took to 'riding fence' as you + call it, for you boys. You imagine what they've been saying since then!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, what do you care? You don't have to stay with them, and you know + it. I'm just waiting—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but I'm no quitter, James. I'm going to hold down that claim now if + I have to wear a sixshooter!” Her eyes twinkled at that idea. “Besides, I + can stir them up now and then and get them to say things that are useful. + For instance, Florence Hallman told Kate Price about that last trainload + of cattle coming, and that they were going to cut your fence and drive + them through in the night—and I stirred dear little Katie up so she + couldn't keep still about that. And therefore—” She reached out and + gave Andy Green's ear a small tweek—“somebody found out about it, + and a lot of somebodys happened around that way and just quietly managed + to give folks a hint that there was fine grass somewhere else. That saved + a lot of horseflesh and words and work, didn't it?” + </p> + <p> + “It sure did.” Andy smiled up at her worshipfully. “Just the same—” + </p> + <p> + “But listen here, nice, level-headed Katiegirl has lost her temper since + then, and let out a little more that is useful knowledge to somebody. + There's one great weak point in the character of Florence Hallman; maybe + you have noticed it. She's just simply GOT to have somebody to tell things + to, and she doesn't always show the best judgment in her choice of a + confessional—” + </p> + <p> + “I've noticed that before,” Andy Green admitted, and smiled reminiscently. + “She sure does talk too much—for a lady that has so much up her + sleeve.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—and she's been making a chum of Katie Price since she + discovered what an untrustworthy creature I am. I did a little favor for + Irish Mallory, James. I overheard Florence Grace talking to Kate about + that man who is supposed to be at death's door. So I made a trip to Great + Falls, if you please, and I scouted around and located the gentleman—well, + anyway, I gave that nice, sleek little lawyer of yours a few facts that + will let Irish come back to his claim.” + </p> + <p> + “Irish has been coming back to his claim pretty regular as it is,” Andy + informed her quietly. “Did you think he was hiding out, all this time? + Why”—he laughed at her—“you talked to him yourself, one day, + and thought it was Weary. Remember when you came over with the mail? That + was Irish helping me string wire. He's been wearing Weary's hat and + clothes and cultivating a twinkle to his eyes—that's all.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, I—well, anyway, that man they've been making a fuss over is + just as well as you are, James. They only wanted to get Irish in jail and + make a little trouble—pretty cheap warfare at that, if you want my + opinion.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well—what's the odds? While they're wasting time and energy + that way, we're going right along doing what we've laid out to do. Say, do + you know I'm kinda getting stuck on this ranch proposition. If I just had + a housekeeper—” + </p> + <p> + Miss Rosemary Allen seldom let him get beyond that point, and she + interrupted him now by wrinkling her nose at him in a manner that made + Andy Green forget altogether that he had begun a sentence upon a subject + forbidden. Later she went back to her worries; she was a very persistent + young woman. + </p> + <p> + “I hope you boys are going to attend to that contest business right away,” + she said, with a pucker between her eyes and not much twinkle in them. + “There's something about that which I don't quite understand. I heard + Florence Hallman and Kate talking yesterday about it going by default. Are + you sure it's wise to put off filing your answers so long? When are you + supposed to appear, James?” + </p> + <p> + “Me? On or before the twenty-oneth day of July, my dear girl. They lumped + us up and served us all on the same day—I reckon to save + shoe-leather; therefore, inasmuch as said adverse parties have got over a + week left—” + </p> + <p> + “You'd better not take a chance, waiting till the last day in the + afternoon,” she warned him vaguely. “Maybe they think you've forgotten the + date or something—but whatever they think, I believe they're + counting on your not answering in time. I think Florence Hallman knows + they haven't any real proof against you. I know she knows it. She's + perfectly wild over the way you boys have stuck here and worked. And from + what I can gather, she hasn't been able to scrape up the weentiest bit of + evidence that the Flying U is backing you—and of course that is the + only ground they could contest your claims on. So if it comes to trial, + you'll all win; you're bound to. I told Kate Price so—and those + other old hens, yesterday, and that's what we had the row over.” + </p> + <p> + “My money's on you, girl,” Andy told her, grinning. “How are the wounded?” + </p> + <p> + “The wounded? Oh, they've clubbed together this morning and are washing + hankies and collars and things, and talking about me. And they have + snouged every speck of water from the barrel—I paid my share for the + hauling, too—and the man won't come again till day after tomorrow + with more. Fifty cents a barrel, straight, he's charging now, James. And + you, boys with a great, big, long creekful of it that you can get right in + and swim in! I've come over to borrow two water-bags of it, if you please, + James I never dreamed water was so precious. Florence Hallman ought to be + made to lie on one of these dry claims she's fooled us into taking. I + really don't know, James, what's going to become of some of these poor + farmers. You knew, didn't you, that Mr. Murphy spent nearly two hundred + dollars boring a well—and now it's so strong of alkali they daren't + use a drop of it? Mr. Murphy is living right up to his name and + nationality, since then. He's away back there beyond the Sands place, you + know. He has to haul water about six miles. Believe me, James, Florence + Hallman had better keep away from Murphy! I met him as I was coming out + from town, and he called her a Jezebel!” + </p> + <p> + “That's mild!” Andy commented dryly. “Get down, why don't you? I want you + to take a look at the inside of my shack and see how bad I need a + housekeeper—since you won't take my word for it. I hope every drop + of water leaks outa these bags before you get home. I hope old Mister + falls down and spills it. I've a good mind not to let you have any, + anyway. Maybe you could be starved and tortured into coming down here + where you belong.” + </p> + <p> + “Maybe I couldn't. I'll get me a barrel of my own, and hire Simpson to + fill it four times a week, if you please! And I'll put a lid with a + padlock on it, so Katie dear can't rob me in the night—and I'll use + a whole quart at a time to wash dishes, and two quarts when I take a bath! + I shall,” she asserted with much emphasis, “lie in luxury, James!” + </p> + <p> + Andy laughed and waved his hand toward One Man Creek. “That's all right—but + how would you like to have that running past your house, so you could wake + up in the night and hear it go gurgle-gurgle? Wouldn't that be all right?” + </p> + <p> + Rosemary Allen clasped her two gloved hands together and drew a long + breath. “I should want to run out and stop it,” she declared. “To think of + water actually running around loose in this world!! And think of us up on + that dry prairie, paying fifty cents a barrel for it—and a lot + slopped out of the barrel on the road!” She glanced down into Andy's + love-lighted eyes, and her own softened. She placed her hand on his + shoulder and shook her head at him with a tender remonstrance. + </p> + <p> + “I know, boy—but it isn't in me to give up anything I set out to do, + any more than it is in you. You wouldn't like me half so well if I could + just drop that claim and think no more about it. I've got enough money to + commute, when the time comes, and I'll feel a lot better if I go through + with it now I've started. And—James!” She smiled at him wistfully. + “Even if it is only eighty acres, it will make good pasture, and—it + will help some, won't it?” + </p> + <p> + After that you could not expect Andy Green to do any more badgering or to + discourage the girl. He did like her better for having grit and a mental + backbone—and he found a way of telling her so and of making the + assurance convincing enough. + </p> + <p> + He filled her canvas water-bags and went with her to carry them, and he + cheered her much with his air-castles. Afterwards he took the team and + rustled a water-barrel and hauled her a barrel of water and gave Kate + Price a stony-eyed stare when she was caught watching him superciliously; + and in divers ways managed to make Miss Rosemary Allen feel that she was + fighting a good fight and that the odds were all in her favor and in the + favor of the Happy Family—and of Andy Green in particular. She felt + that the spite of her three very near neighbors was really a matter to + laugh over, and the spleen of Florence Hallman a joke. + </p> + <p> + But for all that she gave Andy Green one last warning when he climbed up + to the spring seat of the wagon and unwound the lines from the + brake-handle, ready to drive back to his own work. She went close to the + front wheel, so that eavesdroppers could not hear, and held her front hair + from blowing across her earnest, wind-tanned face while she looked up at + him. + </p> + <p> + “Now remember, boy, do go and file your answer to those contests—all + of you!” she urged. “I don't know why—but I've a feeling some kind + of a scheme is being hatched to make you trouble on that one point. And if + you see Buck, tell him I'll ride fence with him tomorrow again. If you + realized how much I like that old cowpuncher, you'd be horribly jealous, + James.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm jealous right now, without realizing a thing except that I've got to + go off and leave you here with a bunch of lemons,” he retorted—and + he spoke loud enough so that any eavesdroppers might hear. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 24. THE KID IS USED FOR A PAWN IN THE GAME + </h2> + <p> + Did you ever stop to think of the tremendous moral lesson in the Bible + tale of David and Goliath? And how great, human issues are often decided + one way or the other by little things? Not all crises are passed in the + clashing of swords and the boom of cannon. It was a pebble the size of + your thumbend, remember, that slew the giant. + </p> + <p> + In the struggle which the Happy Family was making to preserve the shrunken + range of the Flying U, and to hold back the sweeping tide of immigration, + one might logically look for some big, overwhelming element to turn the + tide one way or the other. With the Homeseekers' Syndicate backing the + natural animosity of the settlers, who had filed upon semiarid land + because the Happy Family had taken all of the tract that was tillable, a + big, open clash might be considered inevitable. + </p> + <p> + And yet the struggle was resolving itself into the question of whether the + contest filings should be approved by the land-office, or the filings of + the Happy Family be allowed to stand as having been made in good faith. + Florence Hallman therefore, having taken upon herself the leadership in + the contest fight, must do one of two things if she would have victory to + salve the hurt to her self-esteem and to vindicate the firm's policy in + the eyes of the settlers. + </p> + <p> + She must produce evidence of the collusion of the Flying U outfit with the + Happy Family, in the taking of the claims. Or she must connive to prevent + the filing of answers to the contest notices within the time-limit fixed + by law, so that the cases would go by default. That, of course, was the + simplest—since she had not been able to gather any evidence of + collusion that would stand in court. + </p> + <p> + There was another element in the land struggle—that was the soil and + climate that would fight inexorably against the settlers; but with them we + have little to do, since the Happy Family had nothing to do with them save + in a purely negative way. + </p> + <p> + A four-wire fence and a systematic patrol along the line was having its + effect upon the stock question. If the settlers drove their cattle south + until they passed the farthest corner of Flying U fence, they came plump + against Bert Rogers' barbed boundary line. West of that was his father's + place—and that stretched to the railroad right-of-way, fenced on + either side with a stock-proof barrier and hugging the Missouri all the + way to the Marias—where were other settlers. If they went north + until they passed the fence of the Happy Family, there were the Meeker + holdings to bar the way to the very foot of Old Centennial, and as far up + its sides as cattle would go. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family had planned wisely when they took their claims in a long + chain that stretched across the benchland north of the Flying U. Florence + Grace knew this perfectly well—but what could she prove? The Happy + Family had bought cattle of their own, and were grazing them lawfully upon + their own claims. A lawyer had assured her that there was no evidence to + be gained there. They never went near J. G. Whitmore, nor did they make + use of his wagons, his teams or his tools or his money; instead they hired + what they needed, openly and from Bert Rogers. They had bought their + cattle from the Flying U, and that was the extent of their business + relations—on the surface. And since collusion had been the ground + given for the contests, it will be easily seen what slight hope Florence + Grace and her clients must have of winning any contest suit. Still, there + was that alternative—the Happy Family had been so eager to build + that fence and gather their cattle and put them back on the claims, and so + anxious lest in their absence the settlers should slip cattle across the + dead line and into the breaks, that they had postponed their trip to Great + Falls as long as possible. The Honorable Blake had tacitly advised them to + do so; and the Happy Family never gave a thought to their being hindered + when they did get ready to attend to it. + </p> + <p> + But—a pebble killed Goliath. + </p> + <p> + H. J. Owens, whose eyes were the wrong shade of blue, sat upon a rocky + hilltop which overlooked the trail from Flying U Coulee and a greater + portion of the shack-dotted benchland as well, and swept the far horizons + with his field glasses. Just down the eastern slope, where the jutting + sandstone cast a shadow, his horse stood tied to a dejected wild-currant + bush. He laid the glasses across his knees while he refilled his pipe, and + tilted his hatbrim to shield his pale blue eyes from the sun that was + sliding past midday. + </p> + <p> + H. J. Owens looked at his watch, nevertheless, as though the position of + the sun meant nothing to him. He scowled a little, stretched a leg + straight out before him to ease it of cramp, and afterwards moved farther + along in the shade. The wind swept past with a faint whistle, and laid the + ripening grasses flat where it passed. A cloud shadow moved slowly along + the slope beneath him, and he watched the darkening of the earth where it + touched, and the sharp contrast of the sun-yellowed sea of grass all + around it. H. J. Owens looked bored and sleepy; yet he did not leave the + hilltop—nor did he go to sleep. + </p> + <p> + Instead, he lifted the glasses, turned them toward Flying U Coulee a half + mile to the south of him, and stared long at the trail. After a few + minutes he made a gesture to lower the glasses, and then abruptly fixed + them steadily upon one spot, where the trail wound up over the crest of + the bluff. He looked for a minute, and laid the glasses down upon a rock. + </p> + <p> + H. J. Owens fumbled in the pocket of his coat, which he had folded and + laid beside him on the yellow gravel of the hill. He found something he + wanted, stood up, and with his back against a boulder he faced to the + southwest. He was careful about the direction. He glanced up at the sun, + squinting his eyes at the glare; he looked at what he held in his hand. + </p> + <p> + A glitter of sun on glass showed briefly. H. J. Owens laid his palm over + it, waited while he could count ten, and took his palm away. Replaced it, + waited, and revealed the glass again with the sun glare upon it full. He + held it so for a full minute, and slid the glass back into his pocket. + </p> + <p> + He glanced down toward Flying U Coulee again—toward where the trail + stretched like a brown ribbon through the grass. He seemed to be in + something of a hurry now—if impatient movement meant anything—yet + he did not leave the place at once. He kept looking off there toward the + southwest—off beyond Antelope Coulee and the sparsely dotted shacks + of the settlers. + </p> + <p> + A smudge of smoke rose thinly there, behind a hill. Unless one had been + watching the place, one would scarcely have noticed it, but H. J. Owens + saw it at once and smiled his twisted smile and went running down the hill + to where his horse was tied. He mounted and rode down to the level, + skirted the knoll and came out on the trail, down which he rode at an easy + lope until he met the Kid. + </p> + <p> + The Kid was going to see Rosemary Allen and take a ride with her along the + new fence; but he pulled up with the air of condescension which was his + usual attitude toward “nesters,” and in response to the twisted smile of + H. J. Owens he grinned amiably. + </p> + <p> + “Want to go on a bear-hunt with me, Buck?” began H. J. Owens with just the + right tone of comradeship, to win the undivided attention of the Kid. + </p> + <p> + “I was goin' to ride fence with Miss Allen,” the Kid declined regretfully. + “There ain't any bears got very close, there ain't. I guess you musta + swallered something Andy told you.” He looked at H. J. Owens tolerantly. + </p> + <p> + “No sir. I never talked to Andy about this.” Had he been perfectly + truthful he would have added that he had not talked with Andy about + anything whatever, but he let it go. “This is a bear den I found myself; + There's two little baby cubs, Buck, and I was wondering if you wouldn't + like to go along and get one for a pet. You could learn it to dance and + play soldier, and all kinds of stunts.” + </p> + <p> + The Kid's eyes shone, but he was wary. This man was a nester, so it would + be just at well to be careful “Where 'bouts is it?” he therefore demanded + in a tone of doubt that would have done credit to Happy Jack. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, down over there in the hills. It's a secret, though, till we get them + out. Some fellows are after them for themselves, Buck. They want to—skin + 'em.” + </p> + <p> + “The mean devils!” condemned the Kid promptly. “I'd take a fall outa them + if I ketched 'em skinning any baby bear cubs while I was around.” + </p> + <p> + H. J. Owens glanced behind him with an uneasiness not altogether assumed. + </p> + <p> + “Let's go down into this next gully to talk it over, Buck,” he suggested + with an air of secretiveness that fired the Kid's imagination. “They + started out to follow me, and I don't want 'em to see me talking to you, + you know.” + </p> + <p> + The Kid went with him unsuspectingly. In all the six years of his life, no + man had ever offered him injury. Fear had not yet become associated with + those who spoke him fair. Nesters he did not consider friends because they + were not friends with his bunch. Personally he did not know anything about + enemies. This man was a nester—but he called him Buck, and he talked + very nice and friendly, and he said he knew where there were some little + baby bear cubs. The Kid had never before realized how much he wanted a + bear cub for a pet. So do our wants grow to meet our opportunities. + </p> + <p> + H. J. Owens led the way into a shallow draw between two low hills, + glancing often behind him and around him until they were shielded by the + higher ground. He was careful to keep where the grass was thickest and + would hold no hoofprints to betray them, but the Kid never noticed. He was + thinking how nice it would be to have a bear cub for a pet. But it was + funny that the Happy Family had never found him one, if there were any in + the country. + </p> + <p> + He turned to put the question direct to H. J. Owens, I but that gentleman + forestalled him. + </p> + <p> + “You wait here a minute, Buck, while I ride back on this hill a little + ways to see if those fellows are on our trail,” he said, and rode off + before the Kid could ask him the question. + </p> + <p> + The Kid waited obediently. He saw H. J. Owens get off his horse and go + sneaking up to the brow of the hill, and take some field glasses out of + his pocket and look all around over the prairie with them. The sight + tingled the Kid's blood so that he almost forgot about the bear cub. It + was almost exactly like fighting Injuns, like Uncle Gee-gee told about + when he wasn't cross. + </p> + <p> + In a few minutes Owens came back to the Kid, and they went on slowly, + keeping always in the low, grassy places where there would be no tracks + left to tell of their passing that way. Behind them a yellow-brown cloud + drifted sullenly with the wind. Now and then a black flake settled past + them to the ground. A peculiar, tangy smell was in the air—the smell + of burning grass. + </p> + <p> + H. J. Owens related a long, full-detailed account of how he had been down + in the hills along the river, and had seen the old mother bear digging + ants out of a sand-hill for her cubs. + </p> + <p> + “I know—that's jes' 'zactly the way they do!” the Kid interrupted + excitedly. “Daddy Chip seen one doing it on the Musselshell one time. He + told me 'bout it.” + </p> + <p> + H. J. Owens glanced sidelong at the Kid's flushed face, smiled his twisted + smile and went on with his story. He had not bothered them, he said, + because he did not have any way of carrying both cubs, and he hated to + kill them. He had thought of Buck, and how he would like a pet cub, so he + had followed the bear to her den and had come away to get a sack to carry + them in, and to tell Buck about it. + </p> + <p> + The Kid never once doubted that it was so. Whenever any of the Happy + Family found anything in the hills that was nice, they always thought of + Buck, and they always brought it to him. You would be amazed at the number + of rattlesnake rattles, and eagle's claws, and elk teeth, and things like + that, which the Kid possessed and kept carefully stowed away in a closet + kept sacred to his uses. + </p> + <p> + “'Course you'd 'member I wanted a baby bear cub; for a pet,” he assented + gravely and with a certain satisfaction. “Is it a far ways to that mother + bear's home?” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” H. J. Owens turned from staring at the rolling smoke cloud, and + looked at the Kid curiously. “Ain't you big enough to ride far?” + </p> + <p> + “'Course I'm big enough” The Kid's pride was touched. “I can ride as far + as a horse can travel I bet I can ride farther and faster 'n you can, you + pilgrims” He eyed the other disdainfully. “Huh! You can't ride. When you + trot you go this way!” The Kid kicked Silver into a trot and went bouncing + along with his elbows flapping loosely in imitation of H. J. Owens' + ungraceful riding. + </p> + <p> + “I don't want to go a far ways,” he explained when the other was again + Riding alongside, “'cause Doctor Dell would cry if I didn't come back to + supper. She cried when I was out huntin' the bunch. Doctor Dell gets + lonesome awful easy.” He looked over his shoulder uneasily. “I guess I + better go back and tell her I'm goin' to git a baby bear cub for a pet,” + he said, and reined Silver around to act upon the impulse. + </p> + <p> + “No—don't do that, Buck.” H. J. Owens pulled his horse in front of + Silver. “It isn't far—just a little ways. And it would be fun to + surprise them at the ranch Gee! When they saw you ride up with a pet bear + cub in your arms—” H. J. Owens shook his head as though he could not + find words to express the surprise of the Kid's family. + </p> + <p> + The Kid smiled his Little Doctor smile. “I'd tell a man!” he assented + enthusiastically. “I bet the Countess would holler when she seen it. She + scares awful easy. She's scared of a mice, even! Huh! My kitty ketched a + mice and she carried it right in her mouth and brought it into the kitchen + and let it set down on the floor a minute, and it started to run away—the + mice did. And it runned right up to the Countess, and she jes' hollered + and yelled And she got right up and stood on a chair and hollered for + Daddy Chip to come and ketch that mice. He didn't do it though. Adeline + ketched it herself. And I took it away from her and put it in a box for a + pet. I wasn't scared.” + </p> + <p> + “She'll be scared when she sees the bear cub,” H. J. Owens declared + absent-mindedly. “I know you won't be, though. If we hurry maybe we can + watch how he digs ants for his supper. That's lots of fun, Buck.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—I 'member it's fun to watch baby bear cubs dig ants,” the Kid + assented earnestly, and followed willingly where H. J. Owens led the way. + </p> + <p> + That the way was far did not impress itself upon the Kid, beguiled with + wonderful stories of how baby bear cubs might be taught to do tricks. He + listened and believed, and invented some very wonderful tricks that he + meant to teach his baby bear cub. Not until the shadows began to fill the + gullies through which they rode did the Kid awake to the fact that night + was coming close and that they were still traveling away from home and in + a direction which was strange to him. Never in his life had he been + tricked by any one with unfriendly intent. He did not guess that he was + being tricked now. He rode away into the wild places in search of a baby + bear cub for a pet. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 25. “LITTLE BLACK SHACK'S ALL BURNT UP” + </h2> + <p> + It is a penitentiary offense for anyone to set fire to prairie grass or + timber; and if you know the havoc which one blazing match may work upon + dry grassland when the wind is blowing free, you will not wonder at the + penalty for lighting that match with deliberate intent to set the prairie + afire. + </p> + <p> + Within five minutes after H. J. Owens slipped the bit of mirror back into + his pocket after flashing a signal that the Kid was riding alone upon the + trail, a line of fire several rods long was creeping up out of a grassy + hollow to the hilltop beyond, whence it would go racing away to the east + and the north, growing bigger and harder to fight with every grass tuft it + fed on. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family were working hard that day upon the system of irrigation + by which they meant to reclaim and make really valuable their desert + claims. They happened to be, at the time when the fire was started, six or + seven miles away, wrangling over the best means of getting their main + ditch around a certain coulee without building a lot of expensive flume. A + surveyor would have been a blessing, at this point in the undertaking; but + a surveyor charged good money for his services, and the Happy Family were + trying to be very economical with money; with time, and effort, and with + words they were not so frugal. + </p> + <p> + The fire had been burning for an hour and had spread so alarmingly before + the gusty breeze that it threatened several claim-shacks before they + noticed the telltale, brownish tint to the sunlight and smelled other + smoke than the smoke of the word-battle then waging fiercely among them. + They dropped stakes, flags and ditch-level and ran to where their horses + waited sleepily the pleasure of their masters. + </p> + <p> + They reached the level of the benchland to see disaster swooping down upon + them like a race-horse. They did not stop then to wonder how the fire had + started, or why it had gained such headway. They raced their horses after + sacks, and after the wagon and team and water barrels with which to fight + the flames. For it was not the claim-shacks in its path which alone were + threatened. The grass that was burning meant a great deal to the stock, + and therefore to the general welfare of every settler upon that bench, be + he native or newcomer. + </p> + <p> + Florence Grace Hallman had, upon one of her periodical visits among her + “clients,” warned them of the danger of prairie fires and urged them to + plow and burn guards around all their buildings. A few of the settlers had + done so and were comparatively safe in the face of that leaping, red line. + But there were some who had delayed—and these must fight now if they + would escape. + </p> + <p> + The Happy Family, to a man, had delayed; rather they had not considered + that there was any immediate danger from fire; it was too early in the + season for the grass to be tinder dry, as it would become a month or six + weeks later. They were wholly unprepared for the catastrophe, so far as + any expectation of it went. But for all that they knew exactly what to do + and how to go about doing it, and they did not waste a single minute in + meeting the emergency. + </p> + <p> + While the Kid was riding with H. J. Owens into the hills, his friends, the + bunch, were riding furiously in the opposite direction. And that was + exactly what had been planned beforehand. There was an absolute certainty + in the minds of those who planned that it would be so, Florence Grace + Hallman, for instance, knew just what would furnish complete occupation + for the minds and the hands of the Happy Family and of every other man in + that neighborhood, that afternoon. Perhaps a claim-shack or two would go + up in smoke and some grass would burn. But when one has a stubborn + disposition and is fighting for prestige and revenge and the success of + ones business, a shack or two and a few acres of prairie grass do not + count for very much. + </p> + <p> + For the rest of that afternoon the boys of the Flying U fought side by + side with hated nesters and told the inexperienced how best to fight. For + the rest of that afternoon no one remembered the Kid, or wondered why H. + J. Owens was not there in the grimy line of fire-fighters who slapped + doggedly at the leaping flames with sacks kept wet from the barrels of + water hauled here and there as they were needed. No one had time to call + the roll and see who was missing among the settlers. No one dreamed that + this mysterious fire that had crept up out of a coulee and spread a black, + smoking blanket over the hills where it passed, was nothing more nor lees + than a diversion while a greater crime was being committed behind their + backs. + </p> + <p> + In spite of them the fire, beaten out of existence at one point, gained + unexpected fury elsewhere and raced on. In spite of them women and + children were in actual danger of being burned to death, and rushed + weeping from flimsy shelter to find safety in the nearest barren coulee. + The sick lady whom the Little Doctor had been tending was carried out on + her bed and laid upon the blackened prairie, hysterical from the fright + she had received. The shack she had lately occupied smoked while the + tarred paper on the roof crisped and curled; and then the whole structure + burst into flames and sent blazing bits of paper and boards to spread the + fire faster. + </p> + <p> + Fire guards which the inexperienced settlers thought safe were jumped + without any perceptible check upon the flames. The wind was just right for + the fanning of the fire. It shifted now and then erratically and sent the + yellow line leaping in new directions. Florence Grace Hallman was in Dry + Lake that day, and she did not hear until after dark how completely her + little diversion had been a success; how more than half of her colony had + been left homeless and hungry upon the charred prairie. Florence Grace + Hallman would not have relished her supper, I fear, had the news reached + her earlier in the evening. + </p> + <p> + At Antelope Coulee the Happy Family and such of the settlers as they could + muster hastily for the fight, made a desperate stand against the common + enemy. Flying U Coulee was safe, thanks to the permanent fire-guards which + the Old Man maintained year after year as a matter of course. But there + were the claims of the Happy Family and all the grassland east of there + which must be saved. + </p> + <p> + Men drove their work horses at a gallop after plows, and when they had + brought them they lashed the horses into a trot while they plowed crooked + furrows in the sun-baked prairie sod, just over the eastern rim of + Antelope Coulee. The Happy Family knelt here and there along the + fresh-turned sod, and started a line of fire that must beat up against the + wind until it met the flames, rushing before it. Backfiring is always a + more or less, ticklish proceeding, and they would not trust the work to + stranger. + </p> + <p> + Every man of them took a certain stretch of furrow to watch, and ran + backward and forward with blackened, frayed sacks to beat out the wayward + flames that licked treacherously through the smallest break in the line of + fresh soil. They knew too well the danger of those little, licking flame + tongues; not one was left to live and grow and race leaping away through + the grass. + </p> + <p> + They worked—heavens, how they worked!—and they stopped the + fire there on the rim of Antelope Coulee. Florence Grace Hallman would + have been sick with fury, had she seen that dogged line of fighters, and + the ragged hem of charred black ashes against the yellow-brown, which + showed how well those men whom she hated had fought. + </p> + <p> + So the fire was stopped well outside the fence which marked the boundary + of the Happy Family's claims. All west of there and far to the north the + hills and the coulees lay black as far as one could see—which was to + the rim of the hills which bordered Dry Lake valley on the east. Here and + there a claim-shack stood forlorn amid the blackness. Here and there a + heap of embers still smoked and sent forth an occasional spitting of + sparks when a gust fanned the heap. Men, women and children stood about + blankly or wandered disconsolately here and there, coughing in the acrid + clouds of warm grass cinders kicked up by their own lagging feet. + </p> + <p> + No one missed the Kid. No one dreamed that he was lost again. Chip was + with the Happy Family and did not know that the Kid had left the ranch + that afternoon. The Little Doctor had taken it for granted that he had + gone with his daddy, as he so frequently did; and with his daddy and the + whole Happy Family to look after him, she never once doubted that he was + perfectly safe, even among the fire-fighters. She supposed he would be up + on the seat beside Patsy, probably, proudly riding on the wagon that + hauled the water barrels. + </p> + <p> + The Little Doctor had troubles of her own to occupy her mind She had + ridden hurriedly up the hill and straight to the shack of the sick woman, + when first she discovered that the prairie was afire. And she had found + the sick woman lying on a makeshift bed on the smoking, black area that + was pathetically safe now from fire because there was nothing more to + burn. + </p> + <p> + “Little black shack's all burnt up! Everything's black now. Black hills, + black hollows, black future, black world, black hearts—everything + matches—everything's black. Sky's black, I'm black—you're + black—little black shack won't have to stand all alone any more—little + black shack's just black ashes—little black shack's all burnt up!” + And then the woman laughed shrilly, with that terrible, meaningless + laughter of hysteria. + </p> + <p> + She was a pretty woman, and young. Her hair was that bright shade of red + that goes with a skin like thin, rose-tinted ivory. Her eyes were big and + so dark a blue that they sometimes looked black, and her mouth was sweet + and had a tired droop to match the mute pathos of her eyes. Her husband + was a coarse lout of a man who seldom spoke to her when they were + together. The Little Doctor had felt that all the tragedy of womanhood and + poverty and loneliness was synthesized in this woman with the unusual hair + and skin and eyes and expression. She had been coming every day to see + her; the woman was rather seriously ill, and needed better care than she + could get out there on the bald prairie, even with the Little Doctor to + watch over her. If she died her face would haunt the Little Doctor always. + Even if she did not die she would remain a vivid memory. Just now even the + Little Doctor's mother instinct was submerged under her professional + instincts and her woman sympathy. She did not stop to wonder whether she + was perfectly sure that the Kid was with Chip. She took it for granted and + dismissed the Kid from her mind, and worked to save the woman. + </p> + <p> + Yes, the little diversion of a prairie fire that would call all hands to + the westward so that the Kid might be lured away in another direction + without the mishap of being seen, proved a startling success. As a + diversion it could scarcely be improved upon—unless Florence Grace + Hallman had ordered a wholesale massacre or something like that. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 26. ROSEMARY ALLEN DOES A SMALL SUM IN ADDITION + </h2> + <p> + Miss Rosemary Allen, having wielded a wet gunny sack until her eyes were + red and smarting and her lungs choked with cinders and her arms so tired + she could scarcely lift them, was permitted by fate to be almost the first + person who discovered that her quarter of the four-room shack built upon + the four contiguous corners of four claims, was afire in the very middle + of its roof. Miss Rosemary Allen stood still and watched it burn, and was + a trifle surprised because she felt so little regret. + </p> + <p> + Other shacks had caught fire and burned hotly, and she had wept with + sympathy for the owners. But she did not weep when her own shack began to + crackle and show yellow, licking tongues of flame. Those three old cats—I + am using her own term, which was spiteful—would probably give up + now, and go back where they belonged. She hoped so. And for herself— + </p> + <p> + “By gracious, I'm glad to see that one go, anyhow!” Andy Green paused long + enough in his headlong gallop to shout to her. “I was going to sneak up + and touch it off myself, if it wouldn't start any other way. Now you and + me'll get down to cases, girl, and have a settlement. And say!” He had + started on, but he pulled up again. “The Little Doctor's back here, + somewhere. You go home with her when she goes, and stay till I come and + get you.” + </p> + <p> + “I like your nerve!” Rosemary retorted ambiguously. + </p> + <p> + “Sure—folks generally do. I'll tell her to stop for you. You know + she'll be glad enough to have you—and so will the Kid.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is Buck?” Rosemary was the first person who asked that question. “I + saw him ride up on the bench just before the fire started. I was watching + for him, through the glasses—” + </p> + <p> + “Dunno—haven't seen him. With his mother, I guess.” Andy rode on to + find Patsy and send him back down the line with the water wagon. He did + not think anything more about the Kid, though he thought a good deal about + Miss Allen. + </p> + <p> + Now that her shack was burned, she would be easier to persuade into giving + up that practically worthless eighty. That was what filled the mind of + Andy Green to the exclusion of everything else except the fire. He was in + a hurry to deliver his message to Patsy, so that he could hunt up the + Little Doctor and speak her hospitality for the girl he meant to marry + just as soon as he could persuade her to stand with him before a preacher. + </p> + <p> + He found the Little Doctor still fighting a dogged battle with death for + the life of the woman who laughed wildly because her home was a heap of + smoking embers. The Little Doctor told him to send Rosemary Allen on down + to the ranch, or take her himself, and to tell the Countess to send up her + biggest medicine case immediately. She could not leave, she said, for some + time yet. She might have to stay all night—or she would if there was + any place to stay. She was half decided, she said, to have someone take + the woman in to Dry Lake right away, and up to the hospital in Great + Falls. She supposed she would have to go along. Would Andy tell J. G. to + send up some money? Clothes didn't matter—she would go the way she + was; there were plenty of clothes in the stores, she declared. And would + Andy rustle a team, right away, so they could start? If they went at all + they ought to catch the evening train. The Little Doctor was making her + decisions and her plans while she talked, as is the way with those strong + natures who can act promptly and surely in the face of an emergency. + </p> + <p> + By the time she had thought of having a team come right away, she had + decided that she would not wait for her medicine-case or for money. She + could get all the money she needed in Dry Lake; and she had her little + emergency case with her. Since she was going to take the woman to a + hospital, she said, there was no great need of more than she had with her. + She was a thoughtful Little Doctor. At the last minute she detained Andy + long enough to urge him to see that Miss Allen helped herself to clothes + or anything she needed; and to send a goodbye message to Chip—in + case he did not show up before she left—and a kiss to her manchild. + </p> + <p> + Andy was lucky. He met a man driving a good team and spring wagon, with a + barrel of water in the back. He promptly dismounted and helped the man + unload the water-barrel where it was, and sent him bumping swiftly over + the burned sod to where the Little Doctor waited. So Fate was kinder to + the Little Doctor than were those who would wring anew the mother heart of + her that their own petty schemes might succeed. She went away with the + sick woman laughing crazily because all the little black shacks were + burned and now everything was black so everything matched nicely—nicely, + thank you. She was terribly worried over the woman's condition, and she + gave herself wholly to her professional zeal and never dreamed that her + manchild was at that moment riding deeper and deeper into the Badlands + with a tricky devil of a man, looking for a baby bear cub for a pet. + </p> + <p> + Neither did Chip dream it, nor any of the Happy Family, nor even Miss + Rosemary Allen, until they rode down into Flying U Coulee at supper-time + and were met squarely by the fact that the Kid was not there. The Old Man + threw the bomb that exploded tragedy in the midst of the little group. He + heard that “Dell” had gone to take a sick woman to the hospital in Great + Falls, and would not be back for a day or so, probably. + </p> + <p> + “What'd she do with the Kid?” he demanded. “Take him with her?” + </p> + <p> + Chip stared blankly at him, and turned his eyes finally to Andy's face. + Andy had not mentioned the Kid to him. + </p> + <p> + “He wasn't with her,” Andy replied to the look. “She sent him a kiss and + word that he was to take care of Miss Allen. He must be somewhere around + here.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, he ain't. I was looking fer him myself,” put in the Countess + sharply. “Somebody shut the cat up in the flour chest and I didn't study + much on what it was done it! If I'd a got my hands on 'im—” + </p> + <p> + “I saw him ride up on the hill trail just before the fire started,” + volunteered Rosemary Allen. “I had my opera glasses and was looking for + him, because I like to meet him and hear him talk. He said yesterday that + he was coming to see me today. And he rode up on the hill in sight of my + claim. I saw him.” She stopped and looked from one to the other with her + eyebrows pinched together and her lips pursed. + </p> + <p> + “Listen,” she went on hastily. “Maybe it has nothing to do with Buck—but + I saw something else that was very puzzling. I was going to investigate, + but the fire broke out immediately and put everything else out of my mind. + A man was up on that sharp-pointed knoll off east of the trail where it + leaves this coulee, and he had field glasses and was looking for something + over this way. I thought he was watching the trail. I just caught him with + the glasses by accident as I swung them over the edge of the benchland to + get the trail focused. He was watching something—because I kept + turning the glasses on him to see what he was doing. + </p> + <p> + “Then Buck came into sight, and I started to ride out and meet him. I hate + to leave the little mite riding alone anywhere—I'm always afraid + something may happen. But before I got on my horse I took another look at + this man on the hill. He had a mirror or something bright in his hands. I + saw it flash, just exactly as though he was signaling to someone—over + that way.” She pointed to the west. “He kept looking that way, and then + back this way; and he covered up the piece of mirror with his hand and + then took it off and let it shine a minute, and put it in his pocket. I + know he was making signals. + </p> + <p> + “I got my horse and started to meet little Buck. He was coming along the + trail and rode into a little hollow out of sight. I kept looking and + looking toward Dry Lake—because the man looked that way, I guess. + And in a few minutes I saw the smoke of the fire—” + </p> + <p> + “Who was that man?” Andy took a step toward her, his eyes hard and bright + in their inflamed lids. + </p> + <p> + “The man? That Mr. Owens who jumped your south eighty.” + </p> + <p> + “Good Lord, what fools!” He brushed past her without a look or another + word, so intent was he upon this fresh disaster. “I'm going after the + boys, Chip. You better come along and see if you can pick up the Kid's + trail where he left the road. It's too bad Florence Grace Hallman ain't a + man! I'd know better what to do if she was.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, do you think—?” Miss Rosemary looked at him wide-eyed. + </p> + <p> + “Doggone it, if she's tried any of her schemes with fire and—why, + doggone it, being a woman ain't going to help her none!” The Old Man, + also, seemed to grasp the meaning of it almost as quickly as had Andy. + “Chip, you have Ole hitch up the team. I'm going to town myself, by + thunder, and see if she's going to play any of her tricks on this outfit + and git away with it! Burnt out half her doggoned colony tryin' to git a + whack at you boys! Where's my shoes? Doggone it, what yuh all standin' + round with your jaws hangin' down for? We'll see about this fire-settin' + and this—where's them shoes?” + </p> + <p> + The Countess found his shoes, and his hat, and his second-best coat and + his driving gloves which he had not worn for more months than anyone cared + to reckon. Miss Rosemary Allen did what she could to help, and wondered at + the dominant note struck by this bald old man from the moment when he rose + stiffly from his big chair and took the initiative so long left to others. + </p> + <p> + While the team was being made ready the Old Man limped here and there, + collecting things he did not need and trying to remember what he must + have, and keeping the Countess moving at a flurried trot. Chip and Andy + were not yet up the bluff when the Old Man climbed painfully into the + covered buggy, took the lines and the whip and cut a circle with the + wheels on the hard-packed earth as clean and as small as Chip himself + could have done, and went whirling through the big gate and across the + creek and up the long slope beyond. He shouted to the boys and they rode + slowly until he overtook them—though their nerves were all on edge + and haste seemed to them the most important thing in the world. But habit + is strong—it was their Old Man who called to them to wait. + </p> + <p> + “You boys wait to git out after that Owens,” he shouted when he passed + them. “If they've got the Kid, killing's too good for 'em!” The brown team + went trotting up the grade with back straightened to the pull of the + lurching buggy, and nostrils flaring wide with excitement. The Old Man + leaned sidewise and called back to the two loping after him in the + obscuring dust-cloud he left behind. + </p> + <p> + “I'll have that woman arrested on suspicion uh setting prairie fires!” he + called. “I'll git Blake after her. You git that Owens if you have-to haze + him to hell and back! Yuh don't want to worry about the Kid, Chip—they + ain't goin' to hurt him. All they want is to keep you boys huntin' high + and low and combin' the breaks to find 'im. I see their scheme, all + right.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 27. “ITS AWFUL EASY TO GET LOST” + </h2> + <p> + The Kid wriggled uncomfortably in the saddle and glanced at the + narrow-browed face of H. J. Owens, who was looking this way and that at + the enfolding hills and scowling abstractedly. The Kid was only six, but + he was fairly good at reading moods and glances, having lived all his life + amongst grown-ups. + </p> + <p> + “It's a pretty far ways to them baby bear cubs,” he remarked. “I bet + you're lost, old-timer. It's awful easy to get lost. I bet you don't know + where that mother-bear lives.” + </p> + <p> + “You shut up!” snarled H. J. Owens. The Kid had hit uncomfortably close to + the truth. + </p> + <p> + “You shut up your own self, you darned pilgrim.” the Kid flung back + instantly. That was the way he learned to say rude things; they were said + to him and he remembered and gave them back in full measure. + </p> + <p> + “Say, I'll slap you if you call me that again.” H. J. Owens, because he + did not relish the task he had undertaken, and because he had lost his + bearing here in the confusion of hills and hollows and deep gullies, was + in a very bad humor. + </p> + <p> + “You darn pilgrim, you dassent slap me. If you do the bunch'll fix you, + all right. I guess they'd just about kill you. Daddy Chip would just knock + the stuffin' outa you.” He considered something very briefly, and then + tilted his small chin so that he looked more than ever like the Little + Doctor. “I bet you was just lying all the time,” he accused. “I bet there + ain't any baby bear cubs.” + </p> + <p> + H. J. Owens laughed disagreeably, but he did not say whether or not the + Kid was right in his conjecture. The Kid pinched his lips together and + winked very fast for a minute. Never, never in all the six years of his + life had anyone played him so shabby a trick. He knew what the laugh + meant; it meant that this man had lied to him and led him away down here + in the hills where he had promised his Doctor Dell, cross-his-heart, that + he would never go again. He eyed the man resentfully. + </p> + <p> + “What made you lie about them baby bear cubs?” he demanded. “I didn't want + to come such a far ways.” + </p> + <p> + “You keep quiet. I've heard about enough from you, young man. A little + more of that and you'll get something you ain't looking for.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm a going home!” The Kid pulled Silver half around in the grassy gulch + they were following. “And I'm going to tell the bunch what you said. I bet + the bunch'll make you hard to ketch, you—you son-agun!” + </p> + <p> + “Here! You come back here, young man!” H. J. Owens reached over and caught + Silver's bridle. “You don't go home till I let you go; see. You're going + right along with me, if anybody should ask you. And you ain't going to + talk like that either, now mind!” He turned his pale blue eyes + threateningly upon the Kid. “Not another word out of you if you don't want + a good thrashing. You come along and behave yourself or I'll cut your ears + off.” + </p> + <p> + The Kid's eyes blazed with anger. He did not flinch while he glared back + at the man, and he did not seem to care, just at that moment, whether he + lost his ears or kept them. “You let go my horse!” he gritted. “You wait. + The bunch'll fix YOU, and fix you right. You wait!” + </p> + <p> + H. J. Owens hesitated, tempted to lay violent hands upon the small rebel. + But he did not. He led Silver a rod or two, found it awkward, since the + way was rough and he was not much of a horseman, and in a few minutes let + the rein drop from his fingers. + </p> + <p> + “You come on, Buck, and be a good boy—and maybe we'll find them cubs + yet,” he conciliated. “You'd die a-laughing at the way they set up and + scratch their ears when a big, black ant bites 'em, Buck. I'll show you in + a little while. And there's a funny camp down here, too, where we can get + some supper.” + </p> + <p> + The Kid made no reply, but he rode along docilely beside H. J. Owens and + listened to the new story he told of the bears. That is, he appeared to be + listening; in reality he was struggling to solve the biggest problem he + had ever known—the problem of danger and of treachery. Poor little + tad, he did not even know the names of his troubles. He only knew that + this man had told him a lie about those baby bear cubs, and had brought + him away down here where he had been lost, and that it was getting dark + and he wanted to go home and the man was mean and would not let him go. He + did not understand why the man should be so mean—but the man was + mean to him, and he did not intend to “stand for it.” He wanted to go + home. And when the Kid really wanted to do a certain thing, he nearly + always did it, as you may have observed. + </p> + <p> + H. J. Owens would not let him go home; therefore the Kid meant to go + anyway. Only he would have to sneak off, or run off, or something, and + hide where the man could not find him, and then go home to his Doctor Dell + and Daddy Chip, and tell them how mean this pilgrim had been to him. And + he would tell the bunch The bunch would fix him all right! The thought + cheered the Kid so that he smiled and made the man think he was listening + to his darned old bear story that was just a big lie. Think he would + listen to any story that pilgrim could tell? Huh! + </p> + <p> + The gulches wore growing dusky now The Kid was tired, and he was hungry + and could hardly keep from crying, he was so miserable. But he was the son + of his father—he was Chip's kid; it would take a great deal more + misery and unkindness to make him cry before this pilgrim who had been so + mean to him. He rode along without saying a word. H. J. Owens did not say + anything, either. He kept scanning each jagged peak and each gloomy canyon + as they passed, and he seemed uneasy about something. The Kid knew what it + was, all right; H. J. Owens was lost. + </p> + <p> + They came to a wide, flat-bottomed coulee with high ragged bluffs shutting + it in upon every side. The Kid dimly remembered that coulee, because that + was where Andy got down to tighten the cinch on Miss Allen's horse, and + looked up at her the way Daddy Chip looked at Doctor Dell sometimes, and + made a kiss with his lips—and got called down for it, too. The Kid + remembered. + </p> + <p> + He looked at the man, shut his mouth tight and wheeled Silver suddenly to + the left. He leaned forward as he had always seen the Happy Family do when + they started a race, and struck Silver smartly down the rump with the + braided romal on his bridle-reins. H. J. Owens was taken off his guard and + did nothing but stare open-mouthed until the Kid was well under way; then + he shouted and galloped after him, up the little flat. + </p> + <p> + He might as well have saved his horse's wind and his own energy. He was no + match for little Buck Bennett, who had the whole Flying U outfit to teach + him how to ride, and the spirit of his Daddy Chip and the little Doctor + combined to give him grit and initiative. H. J. Owens pounded along to the + head of the coulee, where he had seen the Kid galloping dimly in the dusk. + He turned up into the canyon that sloped invitingly up from the level, and + went on at the top speed of his horse—which was not fast enough to + boast about. + </p> + <p> + When he had left the coulee well behind him, the Kid rode out from behind + a clump of bushes that was a mere black shadow against the coulee wall, + and turned back whence he had come. The Kid giggled a little over the way + he had fooled the pilgrim, and wished that the bunch had been there to see + him do it. He kept Silver galloping until he had reached the other end of + the level, and then he pulled him down to a walk and let the reins drop + loosely upon Silver's neck. That was what Daddy Chip and the boys had told + him he must do, next time he got lost and did not know the way home. He + must just let Silver go wherever he wanted to go, and not try to guide him + at all. Silver would go straight home; he had the word of the whole bunch + for that, and he believed it implicitly. + </p> + <p> + Silver looked back inquiringly at his small rider, hesitated and then + swung back up the coulee. The Kid was afraid that H. J. Owens would come + back and see him and cut off his ears if he went that way—but he did + not pull Silver back and make him go some other way, for all that. If he + left him alone, Silver would take him right straight home. Daddy Chip and + the boys said so. And he would tell them how mean that man was. They would + fix him, all right! + </p> + <p> + Halfway up the coulee Silver turned into a narrow gulch that seemed to + lead nowhere at all except into the side of a big, black-shadowed bluff. + Up on the hillside a coyote began to yap with a shrill staccato of sounds + that trailed off into a disconsolate whimper. The Kid looked that way + interestedly. He was not afraid of coyotes. They would not hurt anyone; + they were more scared than you were—the bunch had told him so. He + wished he could get a sight of him, though. He liked to see their ears + stick up and their noses stick out in a sharp point, and see them drop + their tails and go sliding away out of sight. When he was ten and Daddy + Chip gave him a gun, he would shoot coyotes and skin them his own self. + </p> + <p> + The coyote yapped shrilly again, and the Kid wondered what his Doctor Dell + would say when he got home. He was terribly hungry, and he was tired and + wanted to go to bed. He wished the bunch would happen along and fix that + man. His heart swelled in his chest with rage and disappointment when he + thought of those baby bear cubs that were not anywhere at all—because + the man was just lying all the time. In spite of himself the Kid cried + whimperingly to himself while he rode slowly up the gorge which Silver had + chosen to follow because the reins were drooping low alongside his neck + and he might go where he pleased. + </p> + <p> + By and by the moon rose and lightened the hills so that they glowed + softly; and the Kid, looking sleepily around him, saw a coyote slinking + along a barren slope. He was going to shout at it and see it run, but he + thought of the man who was looking for him and glanced fearfully over his + shoulder. The moon shone full in his face and showed the tear-streaks and + the tired droop to his lips. + </p> + <p> + The Kid thought he must be going wrong, because at the ranch the moon came + up in another place altogether. He knew about the moon. Doctor Dell had + explained to him how it just kept going round and round the world and you + saw it when it came up over the edge. That was how Santa Claus found out + if kids were good; he lived in the moon, and it went round and round so he + could look down and see if you were bad. The Kid rubbed the tears off his + cheeks with his palm, so that Santa Claus could not see that he had been + crying. After that he rode bravely, with a consciously straight spine, + because Santa Claus was looking at him all the time and he must be a rell + ole cowpuncher. + </p> + <p> + After a long while the way grew less rough, and Silver trotted down the + easier slopes. The Kid was pretty tired now. He held on by the horn of his + saddle so Silver would not jolt him so much. He was terribly hungry, too, + and his eyes kept going shut. But Santa Claus kept looking at him to see + if he were a dead game sport, so he did not cry any more. He wished he had + some grub in a sack, but he thought he must be nearly home now. He had + come a terribly far ways since he ran away from that pilgrim who was going + to cut off his ears. + </p> + <p> + The Kid was so sleepy, and so tired that he almost fell out of the saddle + once when Silver, who had been loping easily across a fairly level stretch + of ground, slowed abruptly to negotiate a washout crossing. He had been + thinking about those baby bear cubs digging ants and eating them. He had + almost seen them doing it; but he remembered now that he was going home to + tell the bunch how the man had lied to him and tried to make him stay down + here. The bunch would sure fix him when they heard about that. + </p> + <p> + He was still thinking vengefully of the punishment which the Happy Family + would surely mete out to H. J. Owens when Silver lifted his head, looked + off to the right and gave a shrill whinny. Somebody shouted, and + immediately a couple of horsemen emerged from the shadow of a hill and + galloped toward him. + </p> + <p> + The Kid gave a cry and then laughed. It was his Daddy Chip and somebody. + He thought the other was Andy Green. He was too tired to kick Silver in + the ribs and race toward them. He waited until they came up, their horses + pounding over the uneven sod urged by the jubilance of their riders. + </p> + <p> + Chip rode up and lifted the Kid bodily from the saddle and held him so + tight in his arms that the Kid kicked half-heartedly with both feet, to + free himself. But he had a message for his Daddy Chip, and as soon as he + could get his breath he delivered it. + </p> + <p> + “Daddy Chip, I just want you to kill that damn' pilgrim!” he commanded. + “There wasn't any baby bear cubs at all. He was just a-stringin' me. And + he was going to cut off my ears. He said it wasn't a far ways to where the + baby bear cubs lived with the old mother bear, and it was. I wish you'd + lick the stuffin' outa him. I'm awful hungry, Daddy Chip.” + </p> + <p> + “We'll be home pretty quick,” Chip said in a queer, choked voice. “Who was + the man, Buck? Where is he now?” + </p> + <p> + The Kid lifted his head sleepily from his Daddy Chip's shoulder and + pointed vaguely toward the moon. “He's the man that jumped Andy's ranch + right on the edge of One Man,” he explained. “He's back there ridin' the + rim-rocks a lookin' for me. I'd a come home before, only he wouldn't let + me come. He said he'd cut my ears off. I runned away from him, Daddy Chip. + And I cussed him a plenty for lying to me—but you needn't tell + Doctor Dell.” + </p> + <p> + “I won't, Buck.” Chip lifted him into a more comfortable position and held + him so. While the Kid slept he talked with Andy about getting the Happy + Family on the trail of H. J. Owens. Then he rode thankfully home with the + Kid in his arms and Silver following docilely after. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 28. AS IT TURNED OUT + </h2> + <p> + They found H. J. Owens the next forenoon wandering hopelessly lost in the + hills. Since killing him was barred, they tied his arms behind him and + turned him toward the Flying U. He was sullen, like an animal that is + trapped and will do nothing but lie flattened to the ground and glare + red-eyed at its captors. For that matter, the Happy Family themselves were + pretty sullen. They had fought fire for hours—and that is killing + work; and they had been in the saddle ever since, looking for the Kid and + for this man who rode bound in their midst. + </p> + <p> + Weary and Irish and Pink, who had run across him in a narrow canyon, fired + pistol-shot signals to bring the others to the spot. But when the others + emerged from various points upon the scene, there was very little said + about the capture. + </p> + <p> + In town, the Old man had been quite as eager to come close to Florence + Grace Hallman—but he was not so lucky. Florence Grace had heard the + news of the fire a good half hour before the train left for Great Falls. + </p> + <p> + She would have preferred a train going the other way, but she decided not + to wait. She watched the sick woman put aboard the one Pullman coach, and + then she herself went into the stuffy day-coach. Florence Grace Hallman + was not in the habit of riding in day-coaches in the night-time when there + was a Pullman sleeper attached to the train. She did not stop at Great + Falls; she went on to Butte—and from there I do not know where she + went. Certainly she never came back. + </p> + <p> + That, of course, simplified matters considerably for Florence Grace—and + for the Happy Family as well. For at the preliminary hearing of H. J. + Owens for the high crime of kidnapping, that gentleman proceeded to + unburden his soul in a way that would have horrified Florence Grace, had + she been there to hear. Remember, I told you that his eyes were the wrong + shade of blue. + </p> + <p> + A man of whom you have never heard tried to slip out of the court room + during the unburdening process, and was stopped by Andy Green, who had + been keeping an eye on him for the simple reason that the fellow had been + much in the company of H. J. Owens during the week preceding the fire and + the luring away of the Kid. The sheriff led him off somewhere—and so + they had the man who had set the prairie afire. + </p> + <p> + As is the habit of those who confess easily the crimes of others, H. J. + Owens professed himself as innocent as he consistently could in the face + of the Happy Family and of the Kid's loud-whispered remarks when he saw + him there. He knew absolutely nothing about the fire, he said, and had + nothing to do with the setting of it. He was two miles away at the time it + started. + </p> + <p> + And then Miss Rosemary Allen took the witness stand and told about the man + on the hilltop and the bit of mirror that had flashed sun-signals toward + the west. + </p> + <p> + H.J. Owens crimpled down visibly in his chair. Imagine for yourself the + trouble he would have in convincing men of his innocence after that. + </p> + <p> + Just to satisfy your curiosity, at the trial a month later he failed + absolutely to convince the jury that he was anything but what he was—a + criminal without the strength to stand by his own friends. He was + sentenced to ten years in Deer Lodge, and the judge informed him that he + had been dealt with leniently at that, because after all he was only a + tool in the hands of the real instigator of the crime. That real + instigator, by the way, was never apprehended. + </p> + <p> + The other man—he who had set fire to the prairie—got six + years, and cursed the judge and threatened the whole Happy Family with + death when the sentence was passed upon him—as so many guilty men + do. + </p> + <p> + To go back to that preliminary, trial: The Happy Family, when H. J. Owens + was committed safely to the county jail, along with the fire-bug, took the + next train to Great Falls with witnesses and the Honorable Blake. They + filed their answers to the contests two days before the time-limit had + expired. You may call that shaving too close the margin of safety. But the + Happy family did not worry over that—seeing there was a margin of + safety. Nor did they worry over the outcome of the matter. With the + Homeseekers' Syndicate in extremely bad repute, and with fully half of the + colonists homeless and disgusted, why should they worry over their own + ultimate success? + </p> + <p> + They planned great things with their irrigation scheme.... I am not going + to tell any more about them just now. Some of you will complain, and want + to know a good many things that have not been told in detail. But if I + should try to satisfy you, there would be no more meetings between you and + the Happy Family—since there would be no more to tell. + </p> + <p> + So I am not even going to tell you whether Andy succeeded in persuading + Miss Rosemary Allen to go with him to the parson. Nor whether the Happy + Family really did settle down to raise families and alfalfa and beards. + Not another thing shall you know about them now. + </p> + <p> + You may take a look at them as they go trailing contentedly away from the + land-office, with their hats tilted at various characteristic angles and + their well-known voices mingled in more or less joyful converse, and their + toes pointed toward Central Avenue and certain liquid refreshments. You + need not worry over that bunch, surely. You may safely leave them to meet + future problems and emergencies as they have always met them in the past—on + their feet, with eyes that do not wave or flinch, shoulder to shoulder, + ready alike far grin fate or a frolic. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Flying U's Last Stand, by B. M. 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