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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: Happy Hawkins + +Author: Robert Alexander Wason + +Posting Date: May 13, 2009 [EBook #3705] +Release Date: February, 2003 +First Posted: July 29, 2001 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HAPPY HAWKINS *** + + + + +Produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team. HTML version by Al Haines. + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<BR><BR> + +<H1 ALIGN="center"> +Happy Hawkins +</H1> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +by +</H3> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +Robert Alexander Wason +</H2> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +TO +<BR> +MY OLD PAL +</H3> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +CONTENTS +</H2> + +<TABLE ALIGN="center" WIDTH="80%"> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">I </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap01">THE DIAMOND DOT</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">II </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap02">CONVINCING A COOK</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">III </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap03">UNDER FIRE</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">IV </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap04">PROFESSIONAL DUTY</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">V </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap05">JUST MONODY—A MAN</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">VI </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap06">THE RACE</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">VII </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap07">MENTAL TREATMENT FOR A BROKEN LEG</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">VIII </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap08">THE LETTER</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">IX </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap09">ADRIFT AGAIN</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">X </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap10">A WINTER AT SLOCUM'S LUCK</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XI </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap11">DRESS REFORM AT THE DIAMOND DOT</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XII </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap12">THE LASSOO DUEL</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XIII </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap13">BUSINESS IS BUSINESS</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XIV </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap14">THE CHINESE QUESTION</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XV </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap15">THE DIAMOND DOT AGAIN</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XVI </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap16">THE HIGHER EDUCATION OF WOMAN</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XVII </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap17">IN RETIREMENT</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XVIII </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap18">CUPID</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XIX </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap19">BARBIE MAKES A DISCOVERY</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XX </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap20">RICHARD WHITTINGTON ARRIVES</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XXI </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap21">HAPPY MAKES A DISCOVERY</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XXII </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap22">A FRIENDLY GAME</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XXIII </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap23">CAST STEEL</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XXIV </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap24">FEMININE LOGIC</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XXV </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap25">THE WAYS OF WOMANKIND</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XXVI </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap26">A MODERN KNIGHT-ERRANT</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XXVII </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap27">THE CREOLE BELLE</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XXVIII </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap28">THE DAY OF THE WEDDING</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XXIX </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap29">THE FINAL RECKONING</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XXX </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap30">THE AFTERGLOW</A></TD> +</TR> + +</TABLE> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap01"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER ONE +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE DIAMOND DOT +</H3> + +<P> +I wasn't really a Westerner an' that's why I'm so different from most +of 'em. Take your regular bonie fide Westerner an' when he dies he +don't turn to dust, he turns to alkali; but when it comes my turn to +settle, I'll jest natchely become the good rich soil o' the Indiana +cornbelt. +</P> + +<P> +I was born in Indiana and I never left it till after I was ten years +old. That's about the time boys generally start out to hunt Injuns; but +I kept on goin' till I found mine—but I didn't kill him—nor him me +neither, as far as that goes. +</P> + +<P> +I allus did have the misfortune o' gettin' hungry at the most +inconvenient times, an' after I 'd been gone about two weeks I got +quite powerful hungry, so I natchely got a job waitin' on a lunch +counter back in Omaha. The third day I was there I was all alone in the +front room when in walked an Injun. He was about eight feet high, I +reckon; and the fiercest Injun I ever see. I took one look at him a' +then I dropped behind the counter and wiggled back to the kitchen where +the boss was. I gasped out that the Injuns was upon us an' then I flew +for my firearms. +</P> + +<P> +When the boss discovered that the Injun and fourteen doughnuts, almost +new, had vanished, he was some put out, and after we had discussed the +matter, I acted on his advice and came farther West. That business +experience lasted me a good long while. I don't like business an' I +don't blame any one who has to follow it for a livin' for wantin' to +have a vacation so he can get out where the air is fit to breathe. +</P> + +<P> +Just imagine bein' hived up day after day with nothin' to see but walls +an' nothin' to do but customers. You first got to be friendly with your +visitors to make 'em feel at home, an' then you got to get as much of +their money as you can in order to keep on bein' friendly with 'em in +order to keep on gettin' as much of their money as you can. +</P> + +<P> +Now out in the open a feller don't have to be a hypocrite: once I +worked a whole year for a man who hated me so he wouldn't speak to me; +but I didn't care, I liked the work and I did it an' he raised my wages +twice an' gave me a pony when I quit. +</P> + +<P> +He was the sourest tempered man I ever see; but it was good trainin' to +live with him a spell. Lots of men has streaks of bein' unbearable; but +this man was the only one I ever met up with who was solid that way, +and didn't have one single streak of bein' likeable. He was the only +man I ever see who wouldn't talk to me. I was a noticing sort of a kid +an' I saw mighty early that what wins the hearts o' ninety-nine men out +of a hundred is listenin' to 'em talk. That's why I don't talk much +myself. But you couldn't listen to old Spike Williams, 'cause the' +wasn't no opportunity—he didn't even cuss. +</P> + +<P> +We was snowed up for two weeks one time an' I took a vow 'at I'd make +him talk. I tried every subject I'd ever heard of; but he didn't even +grunt. Just when things was clearin' off, I sez to him, usin' my +biggest trump: "Spike," sez I, "do you know what they say about you?" +</P> + +<P> +"No," sez he, "but you know what I say about them," an' he went on with +his packin'. +</P> + +<P> +I thought for a while 'at the year I'd spent with Spike Williams was a +total loss; but jest the contrary. It had kept me studyin' an' schemin' +an' analysin' until, after that year had been stored away to season, I +discovered it was the best year I'd ever put in, an' while I hadn't got +overly well acquainted with Spike, I had become mighty friendly with +myself and was surprised to find out how much the' was to me. +</P> + +<P> +Did you ever think of that? You start out an' a feller comes along an' +throws an opinion around your off fore foot an' you go down in a heap +an' that opinion holds you fast for some time. When you start on again +another feller ropes you with a new opinion, an' the first thing you +know you are all cluttered up an' loaded down with other fellers' +opinions, an' the' ain't enough o' your own self left to tell what +you're like; but after that winter with Spike I was pretty well able to +dodge an opinion until I had time to learn what it meant. +</P> + +<P> +But the main good I got out of Spike was learnin' how to take old Cast +Steel Judson. It was some years after this before I met up with him; +but the good effect hadn't worn off and me an' Cast Steel just merged +together like butter an' a hot penny. I wasn't much more 'an a kid even +then, but law! I wish I knew just half as much now as I thought I did +then. My self respect was certainly a bulky article those days an' I +wasn't in the habit of undervaluin' my own judgment—not to any great +extent; but that habit o' study I'd formed with Spike was my balance +wheel, an' I generally managed to keep my conceit from shuttin' out the +entire landscape. The' wasn't a great deal escaped my eye, 'cause I +begun to notice purty tol'able young that experience is consid'able +like a bank account: takes a heap o' sweat to get her started, but +she's comfortable to draw on in a pinch. +</P> + +<P> +Ol' man Judson was a curious affair, had his own way o' doin' every +blessed thing, an' whenever he hired a man he always went through the +same rigamarole. "Now what I'm contractin' for," he'd say, "is just +only your time an' whatever part o' your thinkin' apparatus as is +needed in doin' YOUR share o' my business. If I detail you to sit in +the shade an' count clouds, I don't want no argument, I want the clouds +counted. When I don't specially express a hungerin' for any of your +advice, that's the very time when you don't need to give any. Whenever +you think you have a kick comin'—why think again. Then if you still +see the kick, make it to the foreman. If that don't work make it to me; +but when you make it to me, you want to be mighty sure it will hold +water. Above all things I hate a liar, a coward, an' a sneak. Now get +busy 'cause life is short an' time is fleetin'." +</P> + +<P> +That was the way he used to talk, an' some used to set him down as a +tyrant, an' some had him guessed in as a rough old codger with a soft +heart,—everybody took a guess at him,—but the blood in the turnip was +that ol' Jabez Judson was purty tol'able sizey when you carne to fence +him in. Everybody called him Cast Steel Judson, an' you might work +through the langwidge five times without adding much to the +description. Hard he was an' stern an' no bend to him; but at the same +time you could count on him acting up to his nature. He wa'n't no +hypocrite, an' th''s a heap o' comfort jest in that. A feller ain't got +no kick comin' when a rattler lands on him; but if a wood dove was to +poison him, he'd have a fair right to be put out. The only child 'at +Cast Steel had was one daughter; but that don't indicate that paternity +was one long vacation for Jabez. Barbie—her full name was Barbara—was +the sweetest an' the gamest an' the most surpriseable creature a human +being ever met up with, an' ol' Jabez could 'a' got along handier with +seven sons than he did with that one girl. Oh, the eyes of her were +like the two stars over old Savage, snappin' an' twinklin' an' +sparklin' in the clear winter nights, or soft an' shy an' tender when +the hazy spring moon cuddles up to them. She wasn't afraid of anything +'at walks the face o' the earth, an' Jabez had a hard time gettin' used +to this—'cause he thought she ought to be afraid o' him. +</P> + +<P> +Still, he fair worshipped her, an' if he'd been given full charge o' +the earth for jest one day, an' anything would 'a' pestered the girl +durin' that day, why the map-maker would sure have had a job on the day +follerin'; 'cause from his standpoint, that girl was what the sun shone +for an' the rain rained for an' the blossoms blossomed for. +</P> + +<P> +We was allus havin' a lot o' Easterners string along during the summer, +an' they generally was easy to entice into makin' a little visit with +us. Some of 'em would spend their time crackin' stones an' makin' up +tales about their bein' speciments o' the Zelooic age or the Palazoric +age or some such a fool thing. They was mostly heathens, an' it didn't +do no good to spring the Bible on 'em—in fact after we got able to +read their signs we never contraried 'em at all, but just let 'em heave +out any tale they could think up an' pretend 'at we believed it; an' +hanged if I don't begin to suspicion that the' 's a heap o' truth in +some o' their nonsense. +</P> + +<P> +Purty near every one of 'em insisted that at one time all those +mountains, even old Savage, had been under water, an' they'd take us +out an' show us the signs; but we couldn't stomach that until we found +out that this was one o' the Injun traditions too, an' then we give in. +</P> + +<P> +Well, one o' these strays was what they call an astronomer. His +speciality was the stars, nothing less; an' he knew 'em by name an' +could tell you how far off they are an' what they weigh an' how many +moons they had an'—oh, he knew 'em the same as I know the home herd, +an' he didn't only know what they had done—he knew what they was +a-goin' to do, an' when he called the turn on 'em, why they up an' done +it. Comets an' eclipses an' sech like miracles were jest the same to +this feller as winter an' summer was to me, an' we fed him until he +like to founder himself, tryin' to hold him through the winter; but at +last he had to go, an' after he'd gone Cast Steel was purty +down-hearted for quite a spell. +</P> + +<P> +"It ain't fair, Happy," sez he to me one day after the astronomer had +gone. +</P> + +<P> +"No," sez I, "I reckon it will rain before mornin'." +</P> + +<P> +"I mean it ain't a fair shake," sez he. "Jupiter has eight of 'em an' +we ain't but one an' the' ain't nobody lives there, while—" +</P> + +<P> +"What do you happen to be talkin' of?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Why moons," sez he. "It seems too doggone bad for that confounded +planet to have eight moons an' no one to enjoy 'em while my little girl +jest dotes on 'em an' we only have one—an' IT don't work more'n half +the time." +</P> + +<P> +That was Cast Steel: he didn't look on life or death, or wealth or +poverty, or anything else except in the way it applied to Barbie—but +she was worth it, she was worth it, an' I never blamed him none. +</P> + +<P> +But you needn't get the idea that Jabez was one o' these fond an' +lovin' parents what sez: "My child, right if perfectly convenient, but +right or wrong, my child." Not on your future prospects! Jabez, he sez: +"My child, right from the shoes up, if the Rocky Mountains has to be +ground to powder to make her so." +</P> + +<P> +I remember the day she was six year old; he hardly ever laid out the +details for her conduct, he jest sort o' schemed out a general plan and +left her free to adjust herself to it, like a feller does with a dog or +a pony he expects to keep a long time an' don't want to turn into a +machine. He had told Barbie he didn't want her to ride nothin' 'at +wasn't safe. Well, on the mornin' she became a six-year-old he came out +o' the side door an' saw her disappearin' in the distance on top a big +pinto 'at he had sent over for Buck Harmon to bust; it havin' already +pitched Spider Kelley an' dislocated his shoulder. +</P> + +<P> +"Who roped that pony for her?" yelled Cast Steel. +</P> + +<P> +"I did," sez I. "She said 'at this was her birthday an' she was tired +of actin' like a kid an' intended to ride a real ridin' hoss." +</P> + +<P> +"If a hair of her head is injured, hell won't hide ya!" sez Cast Steel, +an' his lip trembled an' his eyes fairly smoked. +</P> + +<P> +"She's jest as safe as if she was in her bed," sez I, as gentle as I +could. "I taught her how to ride, an' I ain't ashamed o' the job. She +can give Spider Kelley cards an' spades an' beat him to it every time. +But as far as that goes—" +</P> + +<P> +I didn't get to finish because here she come, tearin' back on the +pinto. Her hair was flyin', her eyes was dancin', an' she was +laughin'—laughin' out loud. Light an' easy she pulled the pinto up +beside us an' calls out: "Oh, daddy, this is lovely, this is +mag-ni-fi-cent"—the little scamp used to pick up big words from the +Easterners, an' when she had one to fit she never wasted time on a +measly little ranch word—"oh, I'm never goin' to ride old Kate again." +</P> + +<P> +"Git off that pony," sez Jabez, makin' a reach for the bit; but the +pony shied, whirled, an' purty nigh kicked his head off. He stood still +in a daze while Barbie was circling the pony an' gettin' him quiet +again. +</P> + +<P> +"How's she goin' to get off?" asked Jabez, turnin' to me. +</P> + +<P> +"Simply climb down," sez I purty short. I had some temper those days, +an' I hadn't got over his insinuations, an' I didn't intend to. +</P> + +<P> +"She'll be killed!" sez Jabez. I never said a word. +</P> + +<P> +"She'll be killed!" he repeated, an' his voice was filled with anguish. +</P> + +<P> +"Get down off the pony, Barbie," sez I, an' she threw her little leg +over the saddle an' hit the grass like an antelope. The pony never +stirred. Ol' Jabez stood watchin' her with his eyes poppin' out. "Turn +the brute loose!" he shouts. "What for?" sez she. "'Cause I say so!" he +fairly roars. +</P> + +<P> +Well, she walks up, pats the pinto on the nose, an' slips the bridle +off his head. He just stands still an' watches her as mild as a pint o' +cream. +</P> + +<P> +"Rope that pony," sez Cast Steel to me. +</P> + +<P> +"Get one o' your own men to rope it," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +He looked into my eyes a moment an' then he called to George Hendricks +to rope the pinto; but when George hove in sight with his rope the +pinto took to his heels an' made for the horizon. "There goes a +ninety-dollar saddle," sez Jabez to me, "an' it's all your damned +nonsense." +</P> + +<P> +"It ain't either," sez Barbie, as fierce as a wounded bear, "it's all +your damned nonsense. Happy has been trainin' that pony nights for my +birthday an'—" +</P> + +<P> +"Barbara!" yells Jabez, "what do you mean by usin' such langwidge? I'll +line you out for this. You know mighty well—" +</P> + +<P> +"Now you play accordin' to the rule," sez Barbie. "You was teachin' me +to play seven up last week an' you said that everybody had to play by +the same rule. I reckon that goes in cussin' too." +</P> + +<P> +Well, they looked into each other's eyes for quite some while, an' then +Jabez sez: "Go into the house, Barbara, an' we'll both think it over, +an' as soon as we get time we'll settle it." +</P> + +<P> +"All right," sez Barbie, an' she turns around an' marches to the house, +her little head held like a colonel's. Just before she reached the +house she turned an' calls: "You'll get the pinto for me, won't you, +Happy?" I sort o' half nodded my head, an' she went on into the house. +</P> + +<P> +"Did you ever see such grit?" sez Cast Steel, "an' her only six. Kids +oughtn't to act so grown up at six, had they, Happy?" +</P> + +<P> +"I reckon 'at kids are pretty much like colts an' puppies an' other +young things: give 'em dolls to play with an' they'll play like +children, but start 'em out on cards an' ponies, an' range 'em off with +nothin' but grown folks, an' they're bound to have ways like grown +folks'." +</P> + +<P> +Jabez fidgeted around a while, an' then he sez, "Are you goin' to try +to catch the pinto? +</P> + +<P> +"I am goin' to catch it," sez I, rollin' a cigarette. +</P> + +<P> +He kind o' nervoused around a few minutes longer an' then he sez, "What +did you mean a while ago?" +</P> + +<P> +"Jest whatever I said," sez I. "I don't know what you're a-referrin' +to, but if I said it, that's what I meant." +</P> + +<P> +"When I asked you to rope the pinto you told me to git one o' my own +men to rope it; what does that mean?" +</P> + +<P> +"It means that when a man tells me that hell can't hide me from his +wrath, I 'm free to consider myself foot loose. A man don't want to +slaughter none of his own hands, an' if it should be that any one feels +called upon to go after my hide, I don't want to feel that the time I +'m wastin' in takin' care o' that hide rightfully belongs to another +man who is payin' for it. Therefore I have quit. I'm goin' to rope the +pinto for Barbie, but I wouldn't do it for you, an' when I get back +I'll call around for what's comin' to me." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, go an' be hanged! You always was the most obstinate, +high-headed, bull-intellected thin-skin 'at ever drew down top wages +for punchin' cows. You're nothin' more than a kid, an' yet you swell +around an' expect a man—" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I don't expect nothin' from you, ceptin' my wages," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"You go to Jericho, will you!" snaps Jabez. "You don't need to think +that I'd try to argue any man on earth into workin' for me. I can get +an army o' riders as good or better than you—but the gel likes you, +Happy, an'—" +</P> + +<P> +"An' that's why I 'm goin' after the pinto," sez I, an' I flopped onto +a pony an' sailed out to a little glen in the foothills where I knew I +'d find him, an' as soon as I had towed him back to the corral I put my +saddle on the old beast I had rode there an' set off. +</P> + +<P> +Just as I rode around the edge o' the corral, ol' man Judson stood +there grittin' his teeth. "What are you ridin' that old skin for?" sez +he. +</P> + +<P> +"'Cause it's the only pony I got," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"You leave it here an' take your pick out o' the five-year-olds," sez +he. +</P> + +<P> +"All I want out o' this ranch is what I have earned," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"If you don't get something 'at your pride'll earn some day, I'm the +biggest fool this side o' the big ditch. Here's your pay. You've been a +fair hand, but don't forget that I never hire a man twice, an' I've +hired you once already." +</P> + +<P> +"Now look here, Jabez," sez I, "I ain't so old as I'll get if I live as +long as I may, but I'm old enough to know that it's just as easy, to +find a good boss as it is to find a good man. I've done my work without +fussin', an' you've seen me in a pinch or two; an' yet this very +mornin' you intimated than I 'd risk Barbie on a pony she couldn't +ride. The' ain't nothin' I wouldn't do for that child, but you don't +understand her, an' if you go on in your high-handed way with her you +'re in for the sorrow o' your life—mark my words." +</P> + +<P> +"Here's your money. You ain't got sense enough to know your place an' I +'m glad to be shut of you." Jabez handed me my pay an' stamped over to +the ranch house, while I kept on down the valley trail. +</P> + +<P> +When I reached the turn I twisted about in my saddle an' looked at the +cluster o' buildings. They looked soft an' gray with old Mount Savage +standin' on guard back of 'em, an' the' was a bigger lump under my +necktie than I generally wore. I didn't have mach call to go anywhere, +an' I sat there on my old pony, wonderin' whether or not it paid to be +game. +</P> + +<P> +If my mother had been alive, jest at that point would have been where +the West would have lost the benefit of my personal supervision—but +then if my mother had lived I shouldn't never 'a' left home. I stood a +stepmother six months out o' respect to my Dad, but I wouldn't 'a' +stood that one a year—well, anyway, not unless I'd been chained an' +muzzled. +</P> + +<P> +It's a funny thing to me how a man can drink an' fight an' carry on for +a year at a clip an' then all of a sudden feel a hurtin' somewhere +inside that nothin' wouldn't help but a little pettin'. He knows +doggone well 'at there ain't none comin' to him, so he hides it by +cuttin' up a little worse than usual but it's there, an' Gee! but it +does rest heavy when it comes. Why, take me even now when the' wouldn't +nothin' but a grizzly bear have the nerve to coddle me, an' yet week +before last I felt so blue an' solitary 'at I couldn't 'a' told to save +me whether I was homesick or whether it was only 'cause the beans was a +little sour. +</P> + +<P> +I sat there on the old pony a good long time, an' then I heaved a sigh +'at made me swell out like an accordion, an' headed back to the valley +trail. When I turned around, there, standin' in the trail before me +with a streak down each cheek, stood Barbie. +</P> + +<P> +"Ya ain't goin', are ya?" sez she. +</P> + +<P> +"I got to go, honey," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Ain't ya never comin' back?" asked she. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I'll come back some day, ridin' a big black hoss with silver +trimmed leather—an' what shall I bring little Barbie?" sez I, tryin' +to be gay. +</P> + +<P> +"Just bring me yourself, Happy, that's all the present I want. I love +you because you're the handsomest man in the world"—yes, it was me she +meant, only o' course that was some years ago an' the child was +unthinkable young—"an' cause you tell me the nicest stories, an' train +pintos, an'—an' I'm goin' to marry you when I grow up." +</P> + +<P> +"Marry me, kitten?" sez I, laughin' free an' natural this time. "Why, +bless your heart, where did you ever hear o' marriage?" +</P> + +<P> +"My Daddy tells me of my mother, an' what a beautiful lady she was, an' +how happy they were together—an' I'm goin' to marry you when you come +back." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, Barbie," sez I right soberly, "you be true to me an' I'll be +true to you, an' now we'll kiss to bind the promise." +</P> + +<P> +So I lifted her to my saddle an' kissed her. "How did you get here, +child?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +She didn't answer for a minute. "I rode old Kate," said she at last, +"but I didn't want you to know it. She's over behind that rock. And +now, Happy, don't you dare to forget me. Good-bye." +</P> + +<P> +I set her down in the road with her eyes misty an' her white teeth set +in her lips, an' my own eyes were so hazy like that I couldn't see her +when I looked back, an' then I rode away down the valley trail. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap02"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER TWO +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CONVINCING A COOK +</H3> + +<P> +I'm as wild as any comet when I first swing out o' my regular orbit, +an' I rode on an' on, sometimes puttin' up for the night at a ranch +house an' sometimes campin' out in the open, where I'd lay till dawn +gazin' up at the stars an' wonderin' how things were goin', back at the +Diamond Dot. I mooned on until at last I wound up in the Pan Handle +without a red copper, an' my pony sore footed an' lookin' like what a +crow gets when the coyotes invite him out to dinner. +</P> + +<P> +I drew rein one night along side a most allurin' camp fire. I had +noticed the herd when I came along in, an' they was dandies; big solid +five-year-olds, hog fat, but they wasn't contented—kept fidgetin' +around. When I struck the fire, a fair haired young feller was readin' +a book, two Greasers an' a half blood Injun was playin' poker with an +old bunch o' whiskers 'at wasn't a ridin' man at all while the cook had +turned in without washin' the dishes. +</P> + +<P> +"If anybody's at home," sez I, "I'd like to ask permission to set down +an' rest." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, certainly, make yourself at home," sez the fair hair. The balance +o' the bunch only give me the side eye. +</P> + +<P> +"Would you need any more help?" I asked, most respectful. +</P> + +<P> +"No, thank you," sez the young feller, "I think we'll make it all +right." +</P> + +<P> +"You have a nice bunch here," sez I, "an' I thought perhaps you might +want to get 'em to market in good shape. I am referrin' to the cows"—I +continued, kind o' takin' the cover off my voice. +</P> + +<P> +"We expect to get them to market in good shape," sez the fair-hair, +uncoilin' his dignity. I rolled a cigarette. +</P> + +<P> +"What makes you think we won't get them to market in good shape?" sez +he. +</P> + +<P> +"'Cause your cook's got a sour temper, an' the' ain't no one bossin' +the job—'at knows how," sez I, mild an' open-faced, an' lookin' into +the fire. The fair-hair straightens up with a snort, while the +pot-openers begin to cuss sort o' growly. +</P> + +<P> +"Where are you from an' how long have you been making my business your +own?" asked the fair-hair. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I come from up no'th a ways; but I ain't ever made your business +mine. I never saw your outfit until twenty minutes ago—but I've seen +other outfits." +</P> + +<P> +"Can you handle cattle?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," sez I—"and men." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I think you can join us," sez he, kind o' slow. "The cattle +don't seem to be as gentle as they did when we started. I think it is +because we are short handed and have to be a little too rough with +them." I didn't answer. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, do you want the job?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Who's the foreman?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I am in charge," he answers stiff like. +</P> + +<P> +"You're the owner, I know, but who's in charge o' the men?" +</P> + +<P> +"I take full supervision," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't want the job," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"All right," he snaps, "I don't recall havin' sent for you." +</P> + +<P> +"No offense," sez I, "but up my way it's generally polite to inquire +about the appetite. If any one was to ask me, I'd say I was hungry. If +any one was to urge me, I'd be obliged to meet up with a little food." +I looked him gently in the eyes. He dropped his an' looked put out. +</P> + +<P> +"Tell you the truth, I'm havin' a dog's time of it with my cook. He's +gone to bed an' I don't think there's a thing to eat." +</P> + +<P> +"What'll the night riders do?" I asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, they'll raise Cain as usual, but that's all the good it'll do 'em." +</P> + +<P> +"That ain't all they'll do," sez I. "Chances are they'll take it out on +the cattle, an' they may—they may even go so far as to get the cattle +to cut up until the day shift has to turn out an' help quiet 'em." +</P> + +<P> +"Is that the reason?" he asked, his face lightin' up. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know for sure, but that's my first guess," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +He looked down at his feet an' I looked him over. He was a nice +lookin', well built boy, but he was up against it for about the first +time, an' I saw his finish. "I would take the job o' foreman," I sez. +</P> + +<P> +"I hire you—ten a month advance over regular wages, an' you to begin +to-morrow." +</P> + +<P> +"No," sez I, "me to begin to-night—with supper." +</P> + +<P> +"All right," sez he, laughin', "help yourself." +</P> + +<P> +I walked over to the cook wagon, as I hit the shadow I loosened my +guns, an' the very minute they slipped in their holsters my +lone-sickness rolled off like a cloud an' the hurtin' melted out o' my +inwards. They was somethin' rolled up in a Navajo under the cook wagon +an' I sized it up. It appeared to be seven feet long, but I kicked it +in the ribs. Things began to happen at once. A huge creature of a man +slid out on the opposite side of the cook wagon, an' when he came +around the tail of it he was holdin' a bear gun so it would explode +without much ceremony. He was usin' some language an' his speed was a +thing to covet; but I just stood with my back to the fire, waitin' +until I could get a chance to introduce myself. He was in the light, +an' he was enough to make a man reform. Nigger, Greaser, Injun—oh, he +was the hardest lookin' specimen I had ever seen, an' the think that +occurred to me was that some time a woman had rocked him to sleep +an'—kissed him. That's the queer thing about me. My face don't change, +but I never got into a mess in my life without some outlandish, foreign +idea poppin' into my head an' tryin' to hog my attention. +</P> + +<P> +My attention wasn't much required just at that moment anyhow. He held +the bear gun loose in his hand an' swore on like the roar of a mountain +torrent. Once I glanced over my shoulder an' saw a pained look on the +fair-hair's face, while the ante-up bunch was grinning wickedly an' +waitin' for my finish. Me lookin' younger an' easier at that time than +I really was, proved a big thing in my favor. Well, as soon as the +mongrel cook had cussed himself clean an' dry, he yells at me, "Who in +the hell are you an' what in the hell do you want?" +</P> + +<P> +"I'm the new foreman," sez I in a school-girl voice, "an' I want my +supper." +</P> + +<P> +He wasn't prepared for it an' dropped his gun to his side while he +began to narrate false an' profane eulogies about my breedin' an' past +history. He took a few steps toward me so as I wouldn't lose none of +his remarks, an' all of a sudden I swung half around an' kicked him in +the jaw with my heel, which was a trick I had learned from a French +sailor. It took me forty-five minutes to come to, after I received my +first an' only lesson, an' I wasted a full year huntin' for that +sailor. Any time durin' the first six months I'd have ventilated him +completely, but after that I wanted to thank him, 'cause I had learned +an' tried the trick by that time, an' it was worth all it cost. +</P> + +<P> +But this cook was no wax figger, an' he only lay quiet a moment before +he began to roll around an' groan. I picked up a neck yoke what was +handy, an' I went for him. I hit him in the butt o' the ear an' on the +back o' the neck an' in the center o' the forehead—I tried him out in +all the most stylish places, until finally he dozed off. +</P> + +<P> +"Bring me a lantern—you man with the whiskers," I called out. +</P> + +<P> +He riz to his feet like a machine. "It ain't filled," he said. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know much about fillin' LANTERNS," I remarked to him kindly, +"but I have had some experience in fillin' other things. Bring me the +lantern, filled an' lighted—and don't keep me waitin'." +</P> + +<P> +I then noticed two fellers a hoss back. "Do you belong to this outfit?" +sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, we're the night riders," answered one o' 'em stickin' up his +hands, which plan seemed good to the other one also. +</P> + +<P> +"What are you doin' here this time o' the evenin'?" I asked 'em. +</P> + +<P> +"We heard the racket an' we—we thought something was wrong, an' we—we +came in to see—" +</P> + +<P> +"That's all right," sez I, "I'm the new foreman. You don't need to put +your hands up every time we meet, but I want you to understand right +now that I don't want those cows pestered any more. This outfit is +going to run smoother from this on, an' as soon as the cook feels +better he is going to cook my supper. I'll see that there is plenty o' +coffee for your midnight lunch, an' I want you to enjoy yourselves—but +I don't stand for no nonsense." +</P> + +<P> +I made a motion with my eye an' they rode back to the herd, an' by that +time the lantern had arrived, an' I poked around in the cook's +belongings an' confiscated two shootin' irons an' a wicked Mexican +knife. Then I threw a bucket o' water in his face an' he came out of it. +</P> + +<P> +"How do you feel?" I asked him. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, hell," he moaned, an' he meant every word of it, an' more. +</P> + +<P> +"Now see here, cook," sez I, in a mild voice, "I hate trouble, an' I +don't intend to be pestered with it. Do you know how to cook?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," he muttered. +</P> + +<P> +"Speak out free an' easy," I sez; "no blood at all is better than bad +blood, an' if you don't feel able to forgive me an' go about your work +in a friendly way, why I'll feel compelled to remove you from our +midst. You're not injured none, only bruised a bit, and I'm famished +for my supper. I'm always quick tempered when I'm hungry an' I'm +gettin' hungrier every minute. Are you ready to begin?" +</P> + +<P> +He slowly got up to his feet an' looked at me. "Come over to the fire +an' have a good look," I said, as though we were old friends. +</P> + +<P> +He followed me over to the fire an' he sure gave me a lookover. "You're +bigger'n I thought you was, an' you've been purty well seasoned. I +ain't never yet been licked without a gun an' I didn't think it could +be did. Will you fight me again—without weapons?" "I'll never fight +you again but once," sez I, an' my lips were smiling, but all of a +sudden a hatred of his cruel, evil eyes came over me, an' my lips +curled back over my teeth. "If you had known I was your foreman an' had +mixed with me I'd 'a' killed you a few moments ago. The very next time +you cross me I'll kill you. I sleep light—when I do sleep. Are you +goin' to cook my supper?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, you blasted rattler," sez he, with a grin, "you're the killin' +kind an' you're the killin' age, but I know when the jig's up. I know +your name all right, but hanged if I can see through your game. I ain't +goin' to try, either. As long as you choose to play at bein' foreman, +I'll play at bein' cook, an' when you start on again, I'm willin' to +join ya. I'll get your supper in a jiffey, Kid." +</P> + +<P> +I sauntered over to the fair-hair, tryin' to act as if this was an +every day occurrence. He had never changed his position all through it, +although his hands were tremblin'. +</P> + +<P> +I sat down beside him an' he chuckled softly—I liked that chuckle. It +was boyish an' friendly, but most of all it showed a good foundation. +He was new to the game, but he was the kind that learned. +</P> + +<P> +"I suppose I'm purt nigh as old as you," he blurted out. +</P> + +<P> +"In some things, mebbe—not in the cattle business," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"No," he grinned, "nor in the man-handlin' business, but I want to tell +you right now that I have enjoyed this evenin's performance, no matter +what happens from it. I ain't carryin' much cash with me," he added +after a moment's thought. +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't carryin' any," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +He looked into my face again an' gave his chuckle. A feller couldn't +help but echo when that fair-hair chuckled. "I heard the cook say he +knew you an' he called you Kid—I suppose you are the Pan Handle Kid?" +he asked. +</P> + +<P> +"I didn't know the' was a Pan Handle Kid, but they're pretty common an' +they're all a good bit alike. Forced to begin killin' before they're +able to put the right value on life, an' once they begin, no way to +stop. Now I'll tell you confidential that I'm not the Pan Handle, nor +any other kind of a kid, although I once was the makin' of one. Still, +it will make matters easier if this bunch thinks I am, so we'll just +let it go at that. My name is Happy Hawkins; what might I call you?" +</P> + +<P> +"Happy?"—he opens his eyes like saucers an' then he laughs like a boy. +"Well, I watched you goin' after the cook with the neck yoke an' I +never in the world would have called you Happy." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, you'll see me trail in this bunch o' beef cattle, smooth an' +contented an' with every man jack rollin' fat an' dimpled to the +knuckles. They've had their last fuss. I'll feed 'em an' I'll work 'em +from now on, an' you won't know 'em when we hit the market. Where you +headin' for, K.C.? +</P> + +<P> +"Yes. My name is Mister Jamison—James Jamison." +</P> + +<P> +"This is a warm climate," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," he sez sort o' surprised, "it is." +</P> + +<P> +"It has an awful meltin' effect on names," I continued. +</P> + +<P> +He chuckled again. "I'm mighty glad you arrived, Happy," sez he. "What +do you suppose'll happen to my name?" +</P> + +<P> +"Well" I sez, "if you get yours before they learn to like you, it'll +probably be James Jamison on the headboard, but if you make good, it'll +be Jim Jimison on Sundays an' jest plain Jim for every day." "That +suits me," sez he. "I'm entered for the whole race, an' I'm glad to get +off as soon as possible." +</P> + +<P> +"Supper's ready," called the cooks, an' when I gave a whoop an' bolted +for it he giggled like a big fat mammy. I had turned up the side of his +nature 'at would be most useful to our business. I took a sip o' the +coffee while he kept his eyes glued on me. "Come over here, Jim," I +called. +</P> + +<P> +Jim came over lookin' a little anxious. "Taste that stuff," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +He tasted it an' his face changed as though he had caught a vision of +the better world, but I kept my face like the face of an angry bear. +"What do you call this stuff?" I asked the cook, an' his face grew dark +as a thunder cloud. +</P> + +<P> +"That's coffee!" he roared. +</P> + +<P> +"When was the pot cleaned?" I asked, with my brows drawn down to the +bridge of my nose. +</P> + +<P> +"Not more'n ten minutes ago," he yelled; and I got up an' holding my +cup in my hand I danced about twenty different dances, while that cook +like to split his sides laughin'. He was a cook, the' was no gettin' +around it, an' Jim, he turned in an' fed his face while first his +cheeks would dimple with the gladness o' the moment, an' then his eyes +would sadden as he thought of all the good eatin' he had missed by not +knowin' the proper kind o' diplomacy to use in handlin' a cook. An' +me!—say, I mowed away until my skin begun to creak under the strain +an' I couldn't roll my eyes more'n two degrees. Then I got up an' I +shook hands with the cook. +</P> + +<P> +"Cook," I sez, "no matter how devilish wicked you've been in the past, +an' no matter how faithful you live up to your inner nature in the +future, you're sure of a number nine crown an' a spotless robe jest fer +this one meal"; an' the cook, he fairly glistened in the firelight. +</P> + +<P> +Well, this was about all they was to that expedition. We all got to be +so friendly with one another that by the time we had trailed that bunch +into the stock yards, we was like one big family of elder brothers, an' +Jim, he teased me into goin' back to the Pan Handle with him. +</P> + +<P> +Jim was an Englishman—a younger brother. Up to that time I had allus +supposed 'at bein' a younger brother was somewhat in the nature of an +accident, an' not a thing to be hurled in a feller's teeth; but over in +England it's looked upon as a heinius crime, an' the only thing a +younger brother can do to square himself is to get out o' sight. That's +how Tim happened to be in the Texas Pan Handle with a tidy little +fortune his aunt had left him, tucked away in a good-sized, +well-stocked ranch. +</P> + +<P> +I took a good deal o' pains with him, 'cause he didn't have nothin' but +a book education, an' it wasn't altogether easy to get him to see the +true value o' things. He used to talk about Eton an' Oxford purty +solemn, until one night he helped me mill the herd durin' a Norther', +an' after that he took more kindly to the vital things o' life, but he +was a man, Jim was, an' he kept raisin' my wages right along until I +got that opulent feelin'. I never could stand prosperity those days; +just as soon as I had a weight o' money 'at I could notice, I begun to +grow restless, an' nothin' 'at Jim could do or say had much effect. +</P> + +<P> +If things hadn't run in oil, I'd a-stayed right along, I reckon; but it +got so 'at the' wasn't a hitch from week to week, an' I couldn't stand +it. I never had a better friend in the world'n that cook was after he'd +saved my life. +</P> + +<P> +Jim had a kid sort o' chorin' around the place an' keepin' us from +gettin' old an' stupid. One nice bright winter's day the kid went out +for a ride; his pony came lopin' in just at sun down in the face of a +blizzard, an' I went out to look for the kid. I found him trudgin' +toward home an' cussin' his luck somethin' terrible. I put him up +behind me an' by that time the wind was shootin' needles o' sleet into +my face 'till I couldn't see a yard ahead. The kid snuggled up to me +an' went to sleep, an' I gave the pony his head an' trusted to +luck—no, come to think about it, that night I trusted to somethin' +higher than luck, 'cause it was a perfect demon of a night. +</P> + +<P> +The pony dropped from a lope to a walk an' then he put his nose to the +ground an' fairly shuffled along. I was wearin' sheepskin with the wool +on, but after a time the needles began to creep in an' I grew numb as a +stone, while my flesh seemed shook loose from my bones, an' it hurt me +to breathe. Oh, Lord, but it was cold! If it hadn't 'a' been for the +kid I'd have gotten down an' walked alongside the pony, but as it was, +he was out o' the wind an' sleepin' peaceful, so I just sat an' took it. +</P> + +<P> +At last I sort o' drowsed off myself. I didn't sleep, but I wasn't +awake; I seemed to be back at the Diamond Dot an' playin' in a little +sheltered dell with Barbie. She had made up a game called Fairy +Princess; sometimes she was the Fairy Princess an' sometimes I was, an' +it was a mighty amusin' sort of a game, but different from most o' the +games I was familiar with. +</P> + +<P> +Well, that night out in the Texas blizzard I was playin' that game with +little Barbie, an' all of a sudden—smash! Before I knowed what had +happened we had been run into an' knocked down a ravine an' both the +kid an' the pony was lyin' on top o' me. The kid got up an' begun to +cuss as usual, but the pony never moved. I'd a heap sight rather had +the conditions reversed, 'cause the pony was on my right leg an' my +right leg was on a sharp stone. +</P> + +<P> +"Shut up, kid," sez I, "this ain't no time for such talk. Here, you +curl up alongside the pony an' I'll spread part o' my coat over you." +</P> + +<P> +That kid was a home-maker all right; nothin' ever surprised him, an' +wherever he lit he made himself comfortable. In two minutes he was +asleep, while I began to puzzle it out. We were in a sheltered spot an' +the wind swept above us; but it was so dark that you couldn't see ten +inches. The wind was from the no'th, an' I went over every bit o' +landscape in the country until at last I figgered out the' was only one +place in Texas that filled the bill. A path swung around a crag an' +the' was a shelf of stone ten feet below it an' eight feet wide, then +it cut off sheer, fifty feet to the rocky bank of a creek. I reached +out with my hand an' felt the edge of it, an' it give me an awful +chill. I don't like to come quite so close. +</P> + +<P> +After a time the wind veered around a little more to the east an' then +it sucked up through the cut an' I began to freeze. I didn't care a +great deal 'cause it stopped the horrid hurtin' in my leg; but the dead +pony began to cool, an' I knew it was only a question o' minutes. +Finally I awoke the kid. "Where is your gun, kid?" I sez. +</P> + +<P> +"I shot all my catridges tryin' to bring some one out on a pony," sez +the kid, drowsily, an' then he dozes off again. +</P> + +<P> +We were only a mile from the ranch house; it was again the wind an' it +wasn't much use to waste ammunition, but I finally got out my gun an' +begun to shoot at intervals. +</P> + +<P> +"What the deuce you makin' that racket for?" grunted the kid at the +third shot. I boxed his ears and went on shootin' until at last the +cold went through sheepskin an' woolens an' hide an' flesh, an' I grew +warm an' contented; an' the next I knew, the cook was rubbin' my wrists +an' pourin' hot coffee into me. I was purty mad at bein' dragged back +to earth an' grumbled about it free an' hearty, but the cook kept +croonin' to me the same as if I'd been a baby: "Neveh mind, honey, +neveh mind; ol' Monody'll bring ya around all right. Take another sip +o' coffee, chile, that's right, that's right." +</P> + +<P> +It took me quite a spell before I could tell whether I was alive or +not, 'cause while the cook had changed a heap since I'd first met up +with him, I'd never heard any such talk as this; but after a time I +came out of it an' the anguish I underwent gettin' back to life wasn't +nowise worth the experiment. +</P> + +<P> +It had stopped blowin', but it was colder than ever, an' at last I +began to take enough interest in things to want 'em to get settled one +way or another. As soon as I was able to think along a straight line, +the cook would give a heave to the pony an' I would give myself a jerk. +The lantern shed a splash o' light on the shelf, but the jump-off +looked like the mouth o' the pit, an' I jerked purty tol'able careful. +At last I was out, an' if you'll believe it, my leg was only broke in +two places. I thought it was broken clear off. I couldn't get back up +the cliff to the trail any way we could figger, so the cook said I +should roll up in the Navajos he'd brought an' he'd take the kid an' go +back an' bring a couple o' the boys an' pack me in. +</P> + +<P> +The kid had found the blankets all right an' had rolled himself up, an' +we had to shake the stuffin' out of him to rouse him again. He +complained most bitter when he found he had to go back to the ranch +house; but at last they got started an' it wasn't long before they had +me there too, an' next day Phil McLaughlin rode over an' brought out a +doctor who lined up my bones as good as new, while Jim told me about +the cook. +</P> + +<P> +Old Monody was like a salamander for heat, an' you couldn't drag him +away from the fire in the winter time; but when I didn't return he +began to worry: "If the' was a man left in this outfit I reckon he'd go +out an' get him," he'd say scornful. "Riders! you call yourselves +riders? You're loafers an' eaters, that's what you are! I'm a cook, but +if nobody else has the nerve to go an' git him, I'll go myself." +</P> + +<P> +Jim started to go at last, but he wouldn't let him. "You got the grit, +Jim, but you ain't got the night sense yet. You stay where you are or +you'd be on our hands too." Well, he steamed up an' down makin' new hot +coffee an' drinkin' it by the bowl. All of a sudden he give a scream: +"Oh, oh! there he goes over the cliff! Get me a pony—get me a pony, +while I wrap up some coffee an' pick out some blankets!" Well, the cook +was so blame wild by this time 'at they was glad to get shut of him; so +they rigged him out an' he rode a bee line right to me, an' what led +him you can figger out for yourselves. He was a queer cook, but after +that night he was different: he acted as though he had adopted me; he +petted me an' spoiled me an' you can talk all you want to about the +flesh-pots of Egypt—why, that cook could fix beans eleven different +ways, an' each one better'n the other. +</P> + +<P> +But while I was lyin' there waitin' for my leg to knit up, I kept +thinkin' o' the little lass back at the Diamond Dot, an' when I got +about again, I knew I was signed for a trip No'th. +</P> + +<P> + The cook was mighty good to me while I was backin' it; he used to<BR> +deal out fussy little fixin's 'at kept the appetite an' the fever both +down, an' when they wasn't no one around he used to pat out my pillers +an' oncet he smoothed back my hair. He cut out his cussin' too, an' he +used to line up the kid for it. +</P> + +<P> +"You're from the South, ain't ya, Happy?" sez he to me one day. +</P> + +<P> +"Not so you could notice," sez I. "I reckon this is the southest I ever +got before." +</P> + +<P> +"Hu," sez the cook, "Texas ain't south. Texas is just the rubbish heap +o' this whole country. Where did you hook up to that word 'reckon'?" +</P> + +<P> +"I dunno," sez I, thinkin' back. "A feller just catches words like the +mumps, I suppose; but my pap, he used to use it right often." +</P> + +<P> +"Where did your folks come from?" sez the cook. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, they come from Kentucky, an' before that from Virginia an' No'th +Carolina, an' before that they came from Scotch Irish an' English, an' +go clear back to Adam an' you'll find us Hawkinses was a ramblin' crew, +I reckon; but what on earth you drivin' at, Monody, an' where on earth +did your line hail from?" +</P> + +<P> +He sat there a moment with lights an' shades dartin' over his ugly +face, which somehow wasn't ugly to me any more, an' at last he said: "I +have the blood of an Injun chief an' an African king an' a Spanish +nobleman in my veins, an'—" +</P> + +<P> +"Lord, man, you ought to let some of it out," I interrupted. "You'll +have an eruption in your in'ards some day 'at'll blow you into a +million pieces." +</P> + +<P> +"No, I got 'em all whipped out now, Happy, an' I reckon 'at you did it. +You 're the only man I ever met 'at I ain't once felt like killin'." +</P> + +<P> +"It's pleasant to think o' what a good neighbor you've been all your +life, cook; but I'm glad you've turned over since I met up with you. +Anyhow, you've been a heap o' comfort to me, an' anything I got is on +your list too, don't you never forget it." +</P> + +<P> +But just the same, as soon as I got up an' around again, I had a +terrible tuggin' from the no'th an' I couldn't resist it. I'd be makin' +plans for the summer an' then all of a sudden I'd find myself sayin, +"What in the world do you reckon 'at that child is doin' now. She'll be +eight years old shortly, an' I simply have to see her on her next +birthday, even if she don't see me." At last I couldn't stand it no +longer, so I told the boys I had to cut, an' it fell like a stone on a +lamp chimney; but the cook, he took it harder'n any one else. I liked +the boys an' I liked Jim an' I liked the job; but there was that +tuggin' allus at my heart, an' in the end I set a day. Jim, he made me +all kinds of offers, 'cause things were gettin' easy with him; but when +I made it clear to him, he saw how it was an' he sez: "I know 'at +you'll come back to me some day, Happy, an' if you'll settle down, you +can be a rich man. I've kept back five hundred dollars for you 'at I +haven't mentioned in your wages, an' you can take your pick o' the +colts an' just as soon as you've had your little flier I want you back; +we all want you back." +</P> + +<P> +It's a comfortin' feelin' to know 'at you're goin' to be missed; but I +couldn't savvy that cook. He had one big tearin' time of it an' sluiced +himself out with gin an' dug up his old profanity, an' then he simmered +down an' just cooked himself into a new record. Gee! it was hard to +separate from that mess table; but I had set my day an' the' was no +goin' back. +</P> + +<P> +Jim had a black Arabian stallion an' a couple o' high grade mares an' +he was showin' up something fancy in the hoss line. He raised the colts +just like range ponies, an' while they wasn't quite so tough when it +came to livin' on sage brush an' pleasant memories, they could eat up +the ground like a prairie fire, an' they was gentle. I bought a silver +trimmed bridle an' some Mexican didoes, an' then I said good-bye to all +of 'em except the cook—he wasn't there. +</P> + +<P> +I hunted for him an hour; but he had so many peculiar ways 'at I just +let it go at that an' finally gave him up; so I left him a nifty +present an' pulled out with about a thousand yellow ones in my belt an' +the best mount in the West. +</P> + +<P> +I hadn't gone more than two miles before I turned a corner an' came +face to face with ol' Monody. He was settin' on a big bald-faced roan, +an' he had a serious look on his face. "Well, I wondered if you was +goin' to let me go away without sayin' good-bye," sez I, tryin' to talk +light an' easy. +</P> + +<P> +"I'd be apt to," sez he. "Why, I've been peacefuller since you been +here'n ever I was in my life before, an' it ain't likely I'd let you +scoot out an' leave me. I'm goin' along." +</P> + +<P> +Well, what do you think of that! Me startin' up to where I wasn't sure +of a welcome an' takin' such a tow as ol' Monody along with me. I +argued with him for an hour, an' then I got hot an' told him that +merely savin' my life didn't give him no mortgage on me an' that he +couldn't nowise keep up with me, an' by the time he reached the Diamond +Dot, the chances were 'at I'd be on my way back to the Lion Head. He +didn't waste no time in words, just sat sour an' moody, an' every tine +I'd stop he'd growl out, "I don't care where you go or how fast you go +or nothin' at all about it. I'm goin' along, an' I'll catch up with you +sometime." +</P> + +<P> +I sure gave him a chase; I wanted the black hoss to show up well when I +landed, but I sent him along pretty steady an' took extra care of him. +Ol' Monody had picked out the toughest pony at the Lion Head, an' he +had good hands, but he never sighted me till the night I reached the +ranch and was busy wipin' Starlight's legs. "I got some news for ya," +sez ol' Monody, gettin' down slow from his leg-weary roan. "I'll tell +it to ya while you 're eatin supper,"—an' I was sure glad to see +him—an' glad to eat food again. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap03"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER THREE +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +UNDER FIRE +</H3> + +<P> +As soon as I finished takin' care o' Starlight, I give Monody's mount a +look-over. The old bald-face was whipcord an' steel; but he looked +purty near ready to own up. +</P> + +<P> +"Monody, confound you," I sez. "What the deuce did you hammer this old +skin over the road like this for?" +</P> + +<P> +"That's my pony," he growled. +</P> + +<P> +"Since when?" +</P> + +<P> +"Since I bought him, that's since when." +</P> + +<P> +"When did you buy him?" +</P> + +<P> +"It ain't none o' your business when I bought him. I bought him the +mo'nin' you pulled out." +</P> + +<P> +"What did you pay for him?" +</P> + +<P> +"Are you goin' to talk about that ol' cayuse all night?" he snorts, +gettin' wrought up. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm goin' to talk about him until I find out about him," sez I, "an' +you might as well come out of it an' tell what the' is to tell." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't have to tell nothin' about him. He neveh belonged to you. Jim, +he owed me some money on my wages so I just took the pony for the +money. An' now I hope you're through pesterin' me." +</P> + +<P> +"How much did he owe ya?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Now you gone about far enough with this!" yells Monody. "I don't know +how much he owed me, an' I don't care. I reckon he owed me more'n the +pony's worth, 'n if he didn't he can just pertend he raised my wages +last month." +</P> + +<P> + "Why didn't you let him raise your wages a little more, an' bring<BR> +along a bunch o' five-year-olds too?" sez I, grinning. I was mighty +glad to see the old scamp, an' I knew he had drawed the worst end o' +the bargain; but I wanted him to understand that it was embarrassin' to +go again my wishes without my consent. He had the pot o' coffee just +ready to set on the rock where we was goin' to eat, an' all of a sudden +he straightened up an' shot a scowl into me. "Look here, Happy." sez +he, "I don't care a sky blue flap doodle for the whole Jim Jimison +outfit! I told you I was comin' along, an' I come. I tells you again +that I'm goin' wherever you go; but if you don't shet up about that +royally sequestered ol' ball faced camel, I'll dash this scaldin' hot +coffee—right on the ground!" +</P> + +<P> +Well, I fell on my knees an' begged him to spare me, an' I kept it up +until he was gigglin' with laughter—he had a funny way o' +laughin'—an' then we sat on the stone an'—well, the' never was a +human mortal 'at was qualified to carry water for ol' Monody's cookin'. +</P> + +<P> +"What's your news, Monody?" I sez, after I 'd satisfied myself that I +couldn't swaller another crumb. +</P> + +<P> +"You're headin' for the Diamond Dot, ain't ya?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"This is a corner o' the Diamond Dot range," sez I, lollin' back an' +puffin' slow an' comfortable at my pipe. +</P> + +<P> +"The pony corral stands at the mouth of a little canon, don't it?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"An' the cook house is to the right of it?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"An' the ranch house is kind o' sprawly with—" +</P> + +<P> +"Look here, Monody," sez I, interruptin', "this ain't no news. What are +you gettin' at?" +</P> + +<P> +"You got friends there, ain't ya?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I got one friend anyhow," sez I, "but as long as you've insisted on +taggin' along after me, you'll see the place an' you'll see my friend; +though I somehow doubt if you'll be invited in for a meal." +</P> + +<P> +"Is your friend a lady?" sez Monody. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, no," sez I, sarcastic, "she 's a two-year-old heifer. I wouldn't +think o' goin' this distance just to call on a lady." +</P> + +<P> +"How old is she?" asked Monody. +</P> + +<P> +"Now you look here, you old pest," sez I, "if you're just tryin' to get +even with me about the bald-faced roan, why cut it; but if you've got +anything to tell, why tell it, 'cause I'm gettin' sleepy. She'll be +eight years old to-morrow." +</P> + +<P> +Old Monody shook with silent laughter for a moment. "A lady!" sez he. +Then he sobered an' sez, "Is it your child?" +</P> + +<P> +I heaved a rock at him which he dodged, an' then I sez, "You wicked of +beast you, do I look old enough to have an eight-year-old daughter?" +</P> + +<P> +"Sometimes you do an' sometimes you don't. You're one o' these fellers +'at ain't got no age o' their own, but just age up accordin' to what's +goin' on,"—an' ol' Monody stumbled on a bit o' truth when he said +this, an' it's still true. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, what are you gettin' at?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"The Diamond Dot is goin' to be raided to-night," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +I jumped to my feet. "Who by?" I sez. +</P> + +<P> +"You're fifteen years older right now than you was two minutes ago," +sez Monody. "I stumbled onto Bill Brophy's gang last night. Bill has +seven o' the lowest grade wolves 'at ever wore man-hide—I—I used to +know Bill down in the Territory, an' Bill he thought I was still on the +grab. He put me on. I'm supposed to be at the pony corral at midnight +to turn the ponies loose an' bottle up the house gang in their shack. +Brophy's bad medicine; you'd better pass up your eight-year-old lady +friend an' come on back to the Lion Head with ol' Monody." +</P> + +<P> +I walked up an' down a time or two, thinkin' it over. "We can ride +right into the ravine 'at leads to the pony corral from here," sez I. +"It's a good average four hours' ride. Now I can do it in three on +Starlight; the old bald-face couldn't do it at all to-night—" +</P> + +<P> +"Look at him now," sez Monody. There he was eatin' grass as lively as a +cricket. "Well, you follow as you can, only you'd better lay low unless +I whistle the Lion Head signal. If I get time to break you gentle to +the home gang, it'll be all right; but you ain't apt to be due for a +cordial welcome, not when strangers to you are lookin' for hold-ups." +</P> + +<P> +He had tossed the saddles an' bridles on the hosses by this time, an' +we left our outfit lyin' on the rocks. We hit the saddles in the same +tick an' settled into a swing. Big an' heavy as ol' Monody was, he was +a light rider, an' the bald-face hung at my cinch for the best part of +an hour an' then we slowly oozed away from him. The stars were all full +power that night, an' a feller could see most as plain as if the'd been +a moon. +</P> + +<P> +It smelt good to be back at the old place again, an' my blood was +racin' through my veins till I fair tingled. Finally I reached the +canon an' began to ride careful. It was only about eleven; but I didn't +want any o' Brophy's gang to take a pot shot at me. All of a sudden +something moved on a little grassy shelf on the side of the cliff. +Starlight shied off to the left an' my gun flew up over my head, ready +to drop on whatever it happened to be. My eyes were drillin' into the +gloom when a mite of a creature with her hands clasped rose up an' +said, "Oh, Happy, Happy! is it really you? an' ridin' on the black hoss +with the silver trimmed leather!" +</P> + +<P> +"Barbie, child!" I cried, "what on earth you doin' out here this time +o' night an' all by your lone?" +</P> + +<P> +"I just couldn't sleep, Happy," she said, comin' to the edge o' the +shelf an' sittin' down with her little bare feet swingin' over; "I got +to wonderin' how it would feel just when the birthday was a-comin' on; +so I sneaked out here, an' I was just beginnin' to feel it when you +hove into sight. I been thinkin' o' you lots lately, Happy." +</P> + +<P> +"You little minx, you," sez I, "I doubt if you've thought of me twice +since I been away, while I've been thinkin' of you every minute. But +come, jump down behind me an' we'll hurry on. I want you to go in an' +wake Daddy up an' tell him I've got something mighty important to say +to him, while I scurry over an' wake up the home gang." +</P> + +<P> +"The home gang ain't here," sez Barbie. "The ponies vamoosed this +afternoon—they nearly always do the days I turn Mr. H. Hawkins with +them,—that's what I call the pinto. He's an awful scamp; but the best +pony on the place." +</P> + +<P> +"Then I reckon they'll bring 'em around the twist an' down this canon. +Now you get down here an' sneak into the house while I stake out +Starlight in the big cathedral—see how well I remember everything." +</P> + +<P> +I set the child down, rode Starlight into a big open nook with a narrow +mouth, an' then hustled into the house. Old Cast Steel was standin' in +the dining room in his stockin'-feet with a gun in each hand an' a +question in his eyes. "Get ready for a raid, Jabez," sez I. "Who from?" +sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"From the Brophy gang," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"How do you know?" sez he. "They are due to arrive here at midnight, +Jabez," sez I. "I don't know why; but I think we'd better get ready for +'em now an' argue about it to-morrow." +</P> + +<P> +"I know why," sez lie. "One of 'em stole one o' my ponies an' started +to run off a bunch o' my own cows with it. I strung him up an' he said +'at Bill Brophy'd get even with me for it. That was two months ago, an' +the' hasn't been a minute since 'at I was so bad prepared for 'em. How +many's in the gang?" +</P> + +<P> +"Bill an' seven others. I found out through the meanest lookin' mortal +you ever set eyes on. He's a giant, nearly black, an' the ugliest +critter you ever set eyes on; but he's white inside. He'll be along as +soon as he can get here—don't shoot him." +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't apt to shoot any help this night," grins Jabez. +</P> + +<P> +"If it wasn't for the little girl, Happy, I'd be right satisfied to +have it out with Bill; but I hate to think of what may happen to her. +How'll we fix for 'em?" +</P> + +<P> +"Get in the dug-out cellar," sez I, for I'd been plannin' it all along. +</P> + +<P> +"I reckon they'll burn the house down," sez Jabez; "but I'd rather they +destroyed the whole blame outfit than to have anything happen to the +little lass." +</P> + +<P> +"Where's Melisse?" sez I. "She left," sez Jabez; an' I hadn't time to +learn particulars. +</P> + +<P> +By this time we had everything barricaded, an' gettin' Barbie we made a +run for the dug-out. It was only two hundred yards; but we hadn't left +the shadow of the house before a rifle sings out followed by two +revolver shots. The' was a big pile o' winter wood in the L of the +ranch house, an' without sayin' a word I swung Jabez with little Barbie +in his arms back of the wood pile. +</P> + +<P> +We didn't shoot much, although the gang kept pepperin' at the wood pile +purty frequent from behind the cook house. "They'll fire the house +purty soon," mutters Jabez, after we'd beat'em off on their second +rush. "We'll have to try for the dug-out sooner or later." +</P> + +<P> +Just at this minute the six notes o' the Lion Head signal floated in. +"There's ol' Monody," sez I. "I wish Barbie was safe an' we'd show'em a +merry time of it." I answered the call an' the' was silence for a long +time. Presently we heard a rattlin' volley, an' the cook rolled around +the corner o' the house an' joined us. +</P> + +<P> +"The next time they rush," sez Jabez, "we'll charge out after 'em an' +try for the dug-out. They won't monkey much longer." +</P> + +<P> +They didn't monkey at all. Two of 'em had broke into the house from in +front, an' the next we knew a window had been flung open at our back +an' we would a-got it right then, but Monody heard 'em, an' as soon as +the window shutter flew back he emptied his gun inside. At the same +time the remainin' six charged in a body, an' for the next few minutes +we was some busy. But we beat'em off, an' as they scurried for shelter +to load, we made for the dug-out; me in front, ol' Jabez in the center, +an' Monody closin' up the rear. +</P> + +<P> +Just before we reached it, a revolver cracked in the doorway o' the +dug-out, I felt a sting in the left shoulder, spun around and fell, but +jumped up just as Jabez changed directions for the cook shack. It was +only a step from the dug-out an' we rushed in, slammed the door, +dropped in the bar, an' turned to face a man with two guns on us. +Monody dropped on him, an' I was about to shoot from the hip when of +Jabez sez, "By George, Jim, I'd forgot all about you—we can sure +fix'em now. These is friends, Jim." Jim was a savage lookin' brute an' +I eyed him purty close. "This feller is cookin' while Flapjack is on +his bender, Happy," sez Jabez. +</P> + +<P> +The cook shack was built out o' pine logs at the bottom, an' fixed so +the upper sides'd swing out like awnings in hot weather. We felt purty +comfortable. The' was a square window at each end an' one on the side +facin' the house; the stove was on the other side. We made little +Barbie sit in the corner behind the stove. Jabez took the window facin' +the house, me the one facin' the dug-out, an' the sub-cook facin' the +corral. I could shoot cleaner'n Monody, so he stood by to do my +loadin', an' we proceeded to waste ammunition. It's enough to make the +oldest man the' is reckless, when you think of the weight o' lead good +aimers can throw without spillin' any blood. +</P> + +<P> +After a bit things grew quiet, an' then we saw a small freight-wagon +backin' down to the door with a lot o' wood across the back of it. +Jabez came over to my window an' we shot into an' under the wagon; but +it still backed up. The' was a little grade down to the cook shack, an' +after they got it started the' wasn't much to do but guide. They had +fixed a stick o' wood pointin' straight back from the rear axle, an' +when it hit the door the bar broke an' the door flew off its hinges an' +clear across the room. +</P> + +<P> +But gettin' the wagon away for their rush was a different matter, an' +we all shot at one another purty regardless. Once I reached back my +hand for a fresh gun an' failed to get any. I turned around, an' there +was Monody holdin' the sub-cook's right wrist with his left hand an' +grippin' at his throat with his right. The' was a horrid look on the +sub-cook's face, an' just as I turned to interfere, Monody gave a +wrench which tore out the cook's wind-pipe, gave him a sling which +landed him under the table, an' handed me a fresh gun. I was some +bothered about this; but that wa'n't no time to hold an investigation, +so I begun shootin' at flashes again. +</P> + +<P> +"How's your catridges holdin' out?" sez Jabez. +</P> + +<P> +"Ain't many left," sez Monody. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm about cleaned myself," sez Jabez. "Where's Jim?" +</P> + +<P> +"I think he's about once through," sez I, an' we proceeded to shoot +more economical. +</P> + +<P> +Purty soon they quit firin' again an' then the freight wagon started up +the hill. They had put their ropes on the tongue an' were draggin' it +out with ponies. We knew what that meant an' took a brace. +</P> + +<P> +The lull what followed was the hardest part o' the whole business. +Ther' wasn't a blasted thing we could do, an' it seemed hours before +the neat volley came from the corner o' the dug-out. We didn't reply to +it, which was most uncommon lucky for us; 'cause first thing we knew, +they came rompin' around each corner an' poured in on top of us. They +was used to fightin' against odds, an' it irritated 'em consid'able to +take so long at a job with the odds in their favor. Outside, the +starlight give us a purty fair aim, while they couldn't do more than +guess at us—so we beat 'em off once more. +</P> + +<P> +"The's only three shots in this gun," sez Monody, cheerfully, as he +handed my iron back to me. +</P> + +<P> +"What's that?" sez Jabez. +</P> + +<P> +"We're about out o' fuel, Jabez," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +I heard him grit his teeth in the darkness. "Where is she, Happy?" sez +he. +</P> + +<P> +"She's still in her corner back of the stove with the shack door in +front of her. They won't hurt her, Jabez—no matter what happens, an' +the' 's a good fight in us yet. Ol' Monody here don't begin to fight +till the ammunition has give out; so keep your mind easy for the next +rush," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +Next moment they surged down on us, shootin' as fast as they could fan. +We didn't explode a catridge until they was bunched in the door an' +then we emptied out. They cussed an' groaned consid'able; but they +surged on into the cabin, just the same. The smoke was like a cloud +inside, an' a newcomer couldn't see an inch; so I backed into my corner +with my left arm danglin' at my side an' holdin' my gun by the barrel. +</P> + +<P> +The shootin' stopped in a flash an' the silence hurt a feller's ears. +The' was a sloppy, floppin' sound over under the table an' now an' +again a low groan. "Fetch the lantern out o' the freight wagon, an' +let's chalk up." said a deep, heavy voice. In about a minute a light +ripped its way into darkness an' I never saw a worse sight. Jabez was +lyin' face down with a hairy viper on top of him face up. The feller'd +been pinked in the bridge o' the nose an' it was most horrid ghastly. +Two others lay still with their bodies inside the shack an' their legs +outside; while another was lyin' just at my feet. Some one had swatted +him in the temple with a revolver butt; but the sight that just about +made me homesick was Jim, the deputy cook. +</P> + +<P> +Monody hadn't broken the windpipe, an' he wasn't dead yet. It was him +'at made the floppin' sound. Oh, it was sickening! Brophy was a fine +lookin' man—I recognized him from his description right at once—an' +he hadn't been even grazed. He looked around cool but quick, an' just +about took it all in, in the snap of a finger. Then he loaded both his +guns before us an' made the feller with the lantern do the same. After +which he looked into Monody's eyes—looked into 'em until Monody's ugly +black face turned ashy; but Brophy hadn't even a scowl, an' when he +spoke, his deep voice was steady an' calm. "How did that happen, +Monody?" sez he, pointin' to the sub-cook. +</P> + +<P> +"I—I reckon one o' the boys mistook him in the dark," sez Monody. +</P> + +<P> +"I reckon you lie," sez Brophy. "The' ain't no white man would be beast +enough. It's one o' your own heathen tricks." +</P> + +<P> +I was surprised at the way Brophy talked. I'd allus heard 'at he was a +rip-snortin' screamer, an' here he was talkin' low an' level like, as +if he was conversin' about the weather; but when I looked into Monody's +face an' saw it gray an' quivery, I knew 'at Brophy wasn't no bluffer, +whether he yelled or whether he whispered. +</P> + +<P> +I moved about an inch 'cause my leg was strainin', an' three guns +dropped on me. "Don't try nothin'," sez Brophy. I didn't—I stood +mighty still. +</P> + +<P> +The man under the table give a gaspy squawk, Brophy dropped on one knee +to look at him, an' I could see him shudder as he looked at the torn +throat. "My God!" he muttered, an' then he started to git up, his voice +fairly snarlin' with rage. "Monody, you beast!" he yelled, snap-pin' +back the hammer of his gun, "I'll—" +</P> + +<P> +He never finished it. With a queer, guttural cry Monody took a step +forward with his left foot an' kicked him under the chin, lifted him +clear from the ground, an' rolled him over, a crumpled an' broken +thing, on top o' the sub-cook The man with the lantern began to +fan-shoot into Monody, an' I jumped for him an' hit him in the temple +with the butt, o' my gun. He went down with a crash an' the lantern +went out. +</P> + +<P> +"Monody!" I called. "Monody, are you hurt?" The' wasn't no answer; the' +wasn't a sound. I felt like the last man on earth. Then I thought of +the girl. I waited a moment to quiet my voice, an' then I sez, "Are you +all right, little Barbie?" Still the' wasn't no answer, an' I fairly +yelled to her. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, I'm all right, Happy, but I want to get out. Are you all right?" +Her voice was steady, but it sounded a long ways off. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, Honey Bird, I'm all right," I sez. +</P> + +<P> +"And is my Daddy all right?" she asked. +</P> + +<P> +My! but it was a world o' comfort to hear the child's voice again, an' +some way I felt unreasonable tickled to think 'at she had asked about +me first. "Your Daddy ain't here just now, Barbie," I sez. "You'd +better just stay where you are until we make sure 'at they're all gone." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, all right," she said in the same muffled voice; "but I'd like to +get out." +</P> + +<P> +I hunted through my pockets for a match, but I couldn't find one, an' +what I wanted just then was light—Lord, how I did want a light! +</P> + +<P> +And then I heard a tramplin' an' a poundin' as the herd swept down the +ravine an' into the corral, an' next minute I heard George Hendricks +give the yell he allus give when a job was done, an' I yelled +back—yelled till my voice cracked; an' it was the biggest relief I +ever had. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap04"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER FOUR +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +PROFESSIONAL DUTY +</H3> + +<P> +I kept on yellin' until they got to the cook shack. "What the bloomin' +blue blasted blazes is the matter?" sez Spider Kelley. "An' who the +fiber fingered flub-dub are ya?" +</P> + +<P> +"Get a light, get a light an' see!" I yells, hatin' to move. +</P> + +<P> +"It's Happy Hawkins!" yells the whole bunch, an' the tone they used was +all-fired welcome. +</P> + +<P> +Purty soon they come in with a lantern, an' then they stopped askin' +questions. For a moment we all just looked at that floor, an' it was +sure a hideous sight. I put my finger on my lips an' pointed to the +corner back of the stove where I'd put the shack door in front o' +little Barbie, an' then I motioned for 'em to drag the bodies out. +Monody was alive an' he had a satisfied grin on his face when I helped +to carry him out in the air. Jabez never moved, an' the boys lifted him +mighty tender—he'd been a good man to work for, spite of his queer +ways. The two men in the doorway were still gaspin', but the rest of +Brophy's gang had passed on as they had a right to expect, wearin' +their boots an' their guns hot in their hands. Brophy himself had his +neck broken, but his face didn't look bad. It was peaceful under the +lantern light. +</P> + +<P> +As soon as they was all lined up on the side porch I took the shack +door down, but Barbie wasn't there. "Barbie!" I called. "Barbie, child! +where are you?" +</P> + +<P> +"Here I am, Happy," answered a muted voice. "I'm in the oven. Can't I +come out now?" I opened the door to the big oven an' there she was, +wrapped in a coat an' all rumpled up as if she'd been sleepin'. "Who +put you in there, child?" I asked. +</P> + +<P> +"A woman," she answered. "A woman with a soft, kind voice. She put me +in here an' she told me to go to sleep, an' I did sleep most o' the +time. When you'd all shoot together it would wake me up; but then after +a minute I'd doze off again, an' now it's gettin' daylight an' I'm +eight years old, an' I didn't get to see how it felt comin' on. Where's +my Daddy, an' are all the robbers gone?" +</P> + +<P> +"A woman!" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, an' she had the kindest voice," sez Barbie. "Ain't she here now? +I want to talk to her. I've missed ol' Melisse something fierce—but I +never let on to Daddy. Where is Daddy, Happy?" +</P> + +<P> +"You ask more questions'n an almanac, Barbie," sez I, tryin' to speak +easy. "I'm goin' to carry you in an' put you to bed, an' you can go on +dreamin' about your beautiful lady, an' then in the mornin' I'll tell +you all about what's happened." +</P> + +<P> +My heart weighed about a ton in my breast as I carried the child into +the house with the gray dawn light drippin' over her an' the still form +of her father lyin' around on the side porch. I thought o' the mother +she hadn't never seen, an' I hoped that things was fixed so 'at that +mother could keep on comin' back now an' again to put a dream into her +lonely little heart like she'd already done that night; but I carried +her into her little white bedroom hummin' a dance-tune, took off her +shoes an' stockin's, covered her up warm, an' told her she could sleep +late, as we wasn't goin' to have an early breakfast. The big lids +closed down over her bright little eyes, an' purty soon she was +breathin' soft an' quiet, an' then I left her. I stopped in the doorway +an' looked back, an' my heart ached when I thought of her havin' to +wake up an' face it all. It ain't just killin' a man that's so bad, +it's the awful hole most of 'em makes in some innocent woman's heart. +</P> + +<P> +When I got back to the side porch my breath liked to 'a' stopped, for +there was Jabez sittin' up an' complainin' most bitter because he had +an achin' in the back of his neck. I stopped in my tracks gappin' at +him, an' purty soon he noticed me an' sez, "Well, what are YOU starin' +at? Remember 'at I ain't no chicken heart, an' remember 'at what I hate +worse'n anything else is a liar. Now where is my child?" +</P> + +<P> +"She's in bed and asleep, an' if you're sure you 're alive you've +lifted a ton off my heart. I thought you was dead," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"This whole pack of idiots thinks so yet," he yells, "an' they won't +let me get up. I got to see her, Happy, I got to touch her an' make +sure for myself that she's all right." +</P> + +<P> +"Where was you hit, Jabez?" I sez. +</P> + +<P> +"I was creased—I was creased the same as they crease a mustang" he +sez. "I was just touched in the back o' the neck an' it paralyzed me. +These blame pin-heads are crazy to strip me an' see if I ain't shot all +to pieces, but I won't stand for it." He tried to get up, but his legs +wouldn't work, an' he sank back again. +</P> + +<P> +"You just set an' rest a bit, Jabez," I sez. "I want to see how old +Monody is." +</P> + +<P> +The boys hadn't paid much attention to him, thinkin' him one o' +Brophy's gang, an' not carin' much whether or not he was comfortable, +'cause he was the most bloodthirsty lookin' of the whole bunch. "Are +you hurt bad, Monody" I said. His face lit up with a smile. "I don't +hurt at all, Happy, but I reckon I 'm done for—the' ain't no feelin' +in me from the waist down." +</P> + +<P> +I got three o' the boys to help me, an' we put him on the shack door +an' packed him into the house an' put him into one o' the spare beds. +He was shot three times in the left shoulder, an' it wasn't till I +noticed it that I recalled my own fix. Monody's shoulder was all +shattered to smash, but still, it wasn't no reason for him to die, so I +begun to kid him about it. He grinned an' said he didn't intend to die +on purpose, but he reckoned it was his turn, an' he didn't intend to +side step. He was most unreasonable an' wouldn't let us bandage him nor +nothin', said he had a salve 'at beat anything a doctor had, an' we got +it for him out of his coat which was the one wrapped around Barbie. He +examined my shoulder with his right hand, an' his fingers worked around +inside my bones clear and true, but some way without hurtin' me much. +"It ain't broke," sez he, "just grooved a bit. You got bones like a +grizzly." +</P> + +<P> +When his salve came he rubbed it on me an' then he rubbed it on +himself, an' then he told us to clear out so he could sleep. We all +left him after a little, an' I sent Spider Kelley after the doctor. +The' was only one member of Brophy's gang alive when I got back to the +side porch, an' he was sinkin' fast. He had told Jabez 'at then +intended to clean him out completely, an' that Jim, the sub-cook, was +one o' the gang an' had let the ridin' ponies loose so 'at the' was no +choice but to walk after the herd when they stampeded. He said that if +he hadn't 'a' had that chance he would 'a' put knock-out drops in the +coffee that night, which made all the men madder'n ever. Knock-out +drops ain't no fair way o' fightin'. +</P> + +<P> +Well, this feller had been with Brophy a long time, an' he gave us a +purty complete list of his doin's an' his ways. As a rule a man only +lasted about a year with the gang, an' when it was possible Brophy +tried to get boys to fill up the vacancies,—boys likin' the game an' +not carin' much for the consequences. He tried to tell us where Brophy +had a lot o' gold salted down in Nevada, but it was hard to understand +him, an' before he made it clear he tuckered out. +</P> + +<P> +We sent out word to the neighbors, an' that evening about forty of 'em +rode over to the buryin', and they made a good bit of a fuss over us, +'cause the gang had been worse'n a plague an' a famine. You can judge +o' their nerve when they made war on the Diamond Dot, we havin' one o' +the biggest outfits in the territory, an' all patriotic toward the old +man. Jabez give me more credit'n was due me, but he sure tried to do +the fair thing by of Monody too. Monody had saved us all, an' that was +the simple truth. It seemed odd to think of how that kick I had in the +jaw won me a friend in Monody, an' then, when it was passed on, saved +the Diamond Dot. I 'd like to know what it did for the French sailor +an' the feller what handed it to him. Funny thing, life. +</P> + +<P> +We tried to get Monody to take his clothes off an' be comfortable; the +boys fairly pestered the life out of him tryin' to do somethin' for +him, but he was obstinate, said 'at his clothes was clean, an' he +didn't intend to take 'em off till they got dirty. They bothered him so +that finally he made me bring him one of his guns, an' he swore he'd +use it before they got his clothes off. "I want to be buried in 'em, +Happy," he said to me, most earnest. "If I die with 'em on you won't +let 'em take 'em off, will ya?" He had a lot o' fever, so I humored +him; but I wished, myself, he wasn't so set in his ways. His salve was +the bulliest stuff I ever used on a bullet hole, an' my arm begun to +mend right from the start. His shoulder was splintered purty bad, but +still, it didn't seem as if it ought to have bothered his legs none. +The next day he was a little wobbly in his head, an' it seemed to rest +him to hold my hand. He didn't want no one else in the room, so I just +sat an' talked nonsense to him, an' twice Barbie came in to see him. +</P> + +<P> +In spite of his ugly face the child wasn't a mite afraid of him, an' +she would smooth back his black, coarse hair; but she didn't talk to +him much—just looked into his eyes an' smiled. +</P> + +<P> +"I wish Melisse was here," she said to me once when Monody was dozin', +"she'd cook somethin' nice an' tasty, an' she's such a good nurse." +</P> + +<P> +"Melisse?" sez Monody comein' to, "who's Melisse?" +</P> + +<P> +"She's my old nurse," sez Barbie. "I told her a story—just a little +one—an' she wouldn't whip me for it, so Daddy told her to clear out +until she was willin' to do her duty. He thinks she's gone for good, +but I know where she is." +</P> + +<P> +"Melisse, Melisse," muttered Monody. "Well, after all, it might be. +The' ain't nothin' too strange to happen." +</P> + +<P> +I see 'at he was a bit out of his head, so I didn't question him none. +"Where is she, Barbie?" I asked in a low tone. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know just exactly where she is or I'd go bring her back, of +course," she sez; "but I know 'at she's somewhere hereabouts, 'cause +the day before my birthday—why, it was only day before yesterday, +wasn't it? It seems years ago. Well, day before yesterday I found a big +pan o' cakes in my playhouse, an' no one can't bake 'em but Melisse." +</P> + +<P> +Monody didn't say anything more until after Barbie'd gone from the +room, and then he made me tell him all I knew of Jabez, which was +mighty little. He lay there a long time without speakin', an' then he +sez: "O' course the' may not be anything in it, but if ever you an' +this Jabez lock horns, you just ask him about the Creole Belle, an' if +he's the man I mean—an' he sure favors him—it'll most likely unnerve +him. Now I want to sleep." +</P> + +<P> +Spider Kelley an' the doctor got back about ten that night, an' ol' +Monody was in a ragin' fever an' some out of his head, but he kept his +gun handy an' wouldn't stand for any one startin' to undress him. +</P> + +<P> +"The''s somethin' worse'n that shoulder," sez the doctor, "though +that's bad enough, goodness knows. He's hurt somewhere in the spine, +an' I'll have to examine him. Take that fool gun away from him." +</P> + +<P> +I put my hand on Monody's an' he loosened his hold on the gun an' took +hold of my hand, his face lightin' up contented. Then I handed the gun +to one o' the boys an' took tight hold of his right arm while the +doctor started to unbutton his shirt. Ol' Monody's eyes opened with a +jerk, an' the fever had left 'em. "Happy, Happy!" he pleaded. "You know +'at I'd give my life for ya! You won't let 'em bother me, will ya? I'm +done for, I know it; an' the' ain't nothin' to do. Happy, Happy, let me +go in peace, won't ya? Let me die like a man!" +</P> + +<P> +The' wa'n't no fever in his eyes, an' he was sure earnest about it. I +knew 'at if things was changed an' I was in his place he'd give me my +way, so I sez to the doctor, "Dock, ol' Monody here is a cure-all +himself; he give me the best salve ever I see for my own shoulder, an' +when he sez it's all up with him, he ain't bluffin'. I reckon you'd +better just let him alone." I hadn't never seen this doctor before; he +was a youngish buck with sharp features an' an obstinate chin. "No," +sez he, "it wouldn't be professional. I got to make an examination. Now +some o' you boys hold his feet an' some o' you hold his good hands +an'—" +</P> + +<P> +"Some o' you go to hell!" sez I. "If ol' Monody here wants to die with +his clothes on he's sure goin' to do it or else the' 's goin' to be +consid'able more funerals on this place than we've already had. Now you +git!" +</P> + +<P> +The Dock, he was the first to go, an' then the rest o' the boys filed +out. +</P> + +<P> +"You're square, Happy," sez Monody, after they'd gone. "You're square, +an' I knew it the first time I looked into your eyes. If I'd fell in +with square ones at the start it would 'a' been a heap easier—a heap +easier." +</P> + +<P> +Cast Steel hadn't hardly taken his eyes off Barbie since lie 'd got up +an' around again, but right after the Dock had left, in he popped. +"What's this I hear, Happy?" he sez, excited. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know, Jabez," I replied. +</P> + +<P> +"Dock Wilson sez 'at you chased hire out o' the room with a gun an' +wouldn't let him examine this man." +</P> + +<P> +"Well," sez I, "as far as that goes, this man has a right to judge for +himself. He saved your life an' your outfit an' your daughter, an' I +don't reckon you're goin' to tie him into a knot so as a doctor can go +pokin' around in him when he don't want it." +</P> + +<P> +"You're as obstinate as ever!" shouts Jabez. "He 's probably out of his +head." +</P> + +<P> +"No, he ain't out of his head," sez Monody, in a low, soft voice, but +without openin' his eyes more'n a crack. +</P> + +<P> +"He ain't out of his head an' he ain't forgot nothin' he ever knew, an' +it'll be better all around if he's allowed to go in peace." +</P> + +<P> +Jabez looked at him in surprise, and Monody scowled up his face till he +looked like a wounded Silver Tip, but the' came a queer hunted look +into Jabez' eyes for a moment, an' then he muttered, "Well, this is a +free country an' I reckon lie has the right to decide. He has sure +saved us, an' if the' 's anything on earth I can give him, all lie has +to do is to ask for it, an' I hope he pulls through in his own way." +</P> + +<P> +Jabez fidgeted around a minute or two longer an' then he oozed out o' +the room. When he'd gone of Monody chuckled a wicked, contented +chuckle, an' after a bit he sez, "It's him all right, it's him, but he +never did me any harm, an' I wouldn't worry the child, not for worlds. +She ought to have a woman around her though. You get old Melisse back, +Happy, an' remember—if it ever comes to a question of you or him—just +call him George Jordan an' say 'at Jack Whitman wasn't killed "—Monody +chuckled again, an' then sobered—"but don't spring it except as a last +resort, 'cause the little girl couldn't help nothin' about the Creole +Belle, an' she ain't no call to be worried by it. Jim Jimison, he's +white, Happy, but he 'd 'a' been killed that trip if you hadn't taken +bolt when you did. He's learned the game purty well now, though, an' I +reckon he'll make good." +</P> + +<P> +Poor old Monody kept on talkin' disconnected until about midnight, +first tellin' some devilish deed he'd seen or took part in, an' then +tellin' o' some joke or some act o' kindness. Just at midnight he took +my hand, an' the' came a look into his eyes like as if he was about +overcome by some beautiful vision; but in a moment he cohered down an' +he gripped my hand till it hurt. "Happy," he gasped, "I allus loved ya, +Happy. You won't let—you won't let 'em—" an' it was all over with ol' +Monody. +</P> + +<P> +I sat by the bed a long time thinkin' it over, an' then I went out into +the settin' room. Jabez an' a couple o' the boys was there an' I told +'em it was over. I went out into the night to have a look at the stars. +Whenever somethin' has happened in my little wobbly life down here I +like to get out an' see the same old stars in their same old places, +calm an' steady an' true. That was one thing which allus drew me to the +child Barbie,—she was a star-worshiper too, same as me. +</P> + +<P> +When I got back I see the little doctor explainin' somethin' to Jabez. +I thought he had gone long ago, but the hooked-nosed buzzard couldn't +leave without satisfyin' his curiosity. "What do you reckon was the +reason your friend wouldn't let himself be examined?" sez he, with a +leer. +</P> + +<P> +"It wasn't nowise my business," sez I, "so I didn't think about it at +all." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, it was because he wasn't a man at all—he was a woman." +</P> + +<P> +For a moment I stood an' looked at him, while a lot o' things became +clear as day to me. A woman—ol' Monody was a woman! When I thought of +what a girl is, an' what it must have took to make one want to really +be a man, I felt plumb ashamed o' my sex; but here was another creature +in man's clothes standin' an' grinnin' into my face as though he had +done somethin' smart. +</P> + +<P> +"How do you know?" I sez soft an' steady. +</P> + +<P> +"I went in an' examined—it was my professional duty. She had been shot +in the abdomen and the bullet had lodged in the spine. She had stuffed +a rag into the hole an' all the bleedin' was internal. I found that—" +</P> + +<P> +"Who was with you?" I asked him. +</P> + +<P> +"Nobody," he said with pride; "I went in alone an' I found—" +</P> + +<P> +"I'm obliged to ya, Boys," sez I, "an' I'll be obliged to you still +more if you'll just stand to one side an' watch me make an examination. +I only got one arm, so it's perfectly fair. It seems to be the fashion +now days to examine human beings who wear men's clothes—but who ain't +men—so I feel it my PROFESSIONAL DUTY to examine this here speciment +before us." +</P> + +<P> +The grin kind o' left his face when I started for him. He wasn't near +my size, but me only havin' one workin' arm made it fair. He looked to +the boys to help him, but they was unusual placid. I reached out an' +grabbed him by the collar an' put my knee in his stomach as a brace; he +struck me in the face an' in my wounded shoulder, but in about one +minute I had his clothes off him, an' there he stood the shamedest +thing I ever see. "Now you get out o' here an' ride home," sez I, "an' +I believe if I was you I'd pick myself out a new home—one 'at would +take about six weeks to ride to. You won't be popular around here from +this on." +</P> + +<P> +"Can't I put my clothes on," he sez. +</P> + +<P> +"Not these," sez I. "If you have any more where you've been livin' you +can put them on; but I hope in my heart the sun peels your back before +you arrive, an' I hope when you do arrive the' 'll be enough women +awake to give you a raw-hidin' for bein' indecent. Now git." +</P> + +<P> +He looked into the boys' faces again, but they wasn't friendly—they +wasn't even smilin', an' then he went outside, got his pony, an' rode +away. He rode clear out o' the West I reckon, 'cause while I heard of +the story purty much everywhere I went after that, I ain't never heard +o' the buzzard himself since that day long, long ago. +</P> + +<P> +It was dawn by the time he'd rode out o' sight with his white skin +shinin' on his hunched up form, an' then I went in to set with ol' +Monody a while. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap05"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER FIVE +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +JUST MONODY—A MAN +</H3> + +<P> +He looked mighty peaceful, did ol' Monody. Curious thing about death, +is the way it seems to beautify a person. In life Monody was the +homeliest human I ever see, an' yet the' was something so kindly, an' +gentle, an'—an' satisfied in his face there under the lamplight, that +I reached out an' patted his hand, almost envious—even though my fool +eyes was a-winkin' mighty fast. +</P> + +<P> +We all of us would give the first ten years of our life to know what +it's like out yonder; when he was here, ol' Monody would 'a' done +anything he could for me,—well, he lay down his life an' I reckon +that's about skinnin' the deck,—but here I was achin' to know how it +was with him, an' there he was with all his guesses answered, an' him +not able to pass back a single tip to me. +</P> + +<P> +It wasn't him that I was lookin' down at, it was just the shell of him, +scarred and battered and bruised, but all his life—or at least most of +it—he had twisted up his face to make it as ugly as possible, so 'at +no one wouldn't take him for a woman. Now it could relax an' give a +sort of a hint as to what it might have been if he'd had a chance to +live. Oh, it's sure a crime the way we torture some o' the white souls +'at drift to this Sorrowful Star, as I once heard a feller call it. +</P> + +<P> +Injun, Nigger, an' Greaser—why, such a combination as that ain't +entitled to trial in a civilized nation—it's guilty on sight. Any one +would know 'at such a bein' would be cruel an' treacherous an' thievin' +an' everything else 'at was bad—but yet the' come a good streak into +Monody some way or other. All in the world I had ever done for him was +to beat him over the head when he acted like a beast, an' then to treat +hint like a human when he acted like one. The' wasn't nothin' +especially kind nor thoughtful in it, just simple justice as you might +say, an' yet in spite of his treacherous mixture he wasn't askin' no +favors; all he wanted was a square deal, an' when he got it he was +square clear to the finish. It's a funny thing, life. +</P> + +<P> +In spite of all he'd done to kill it the' was a mother streak in him +which made him fair hungry for somethin' to pet an' fondle. He was +allus good to any kind of an animal, an' though I didn't notice it at +the time, he was allus motherin' me; an' look at the way he had soothed +little Barbie with a touch that night in the cook shack! O' course I +ain't questioning the judgment o' the Almighty, but for the life o' me +the I can't see why it was necessary to make a woman as big an' as tall +as ol' Monody was, an' yet perhaps if I just knew the story from the +beginnin', I 'd see it was a mercy, after all. +</P> + +<P> +Anyhow, it made it easy enough for him to work out his scheme. +</P> + +<P> +The' ain't no rules for women anyhow, 'cause their hearts won't never +surrender to their heads; when they do, they ain't all woman. Well, +yes, there is one rule 'at 's safe for a man to foller In dealin with +woman, an' that is that when a woman's in love, she 's in love all +over. Sometimes a man's in love up to his pocket-book, sometimes up to +his appetite, an' sometimes up to his heart, but he's mighty seldom in +love all over. If nothin' else stays dry he's generally able to take +care of his head, but with a woman everything goes; so I'm purty +tol'able sure that away back at the beginnin' it was love 'at drove ol' +Monody out of her own sex down into ours. +</P> + +<P> +When the news spread abroad 'at the man who had killed Bill Brophy +without a weapon had cashed in, the neighbors gathered from ninety +miles around, and we sure gave Monody the rip-snortin'est funeral ever +seen in those parts. We didn't say nothin' about him not really bein' a +man, an' though I reckon 'at every feller there knew of it, the' wasn't +a single one of 'em spoke of it—so we didn't have no trouble at all. +</P> + +<P> +He lies on a little knoll about a mile to the north of the ranch house. +Up back of him ol' Mount Savage stands guard an' fights off the +roughest of the storms; while the soft winds from the south steal +gently up a little cut in the rocks an' seem to circle about him, +whisperin' secrets of countries far away. If the' 's a single bird in +Wyoming, you can find it hoppin' about his narrow bed or singin' in the +oak tree 'at stands above him, spreadin' out its branches like a priest +givin' the blessin'. Winter or summer, Monody's grave is the quietest, +peacefullest, purtiest spot 'at lies outdoors, as if the old Earth had +repented of the way it had treated him, and was tryin' to make it up to +him now. +</P> + +<P> +Take it in winter when the' 's a clean sheet o' soft, white snow over +everything, an' I like to go out an' stand on another little knoll +about a half mile this side. The last speck of light in the valley +comes through a narrow cleft an' falls on Monody's grave. As the sun +sinks lower an' lower the crimson glory on the soft fleecy snow seems +to come up out of the grave an' climb the black shadow of the mountain, +like—but pshaw, I reckon it'd be a mighty tame sight to ol' Monody +himself. +</P> + +<P> +I never speak of him, an' I never think of him, as anything but a man. +He lived like a man, God knows he died like a man; and on the little +stone at his head the' ain't nothin' carved except just—Monody, a Man. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap06"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER SIX +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE RACE +</H3> + +<P> +It was mighty pleasant back at the Diamond Dot after things got settled +again. Barbie had become a curious little trick with a way of doin' +strange things in a sober old-fashioned manner like as if she was a +hundred years of age, but was tryin' to hide it. +</P> + +<P> +She was more like Jabez too, which give me a heap of amusement, seein' +which one was goin' to win when they straddled a question. Barbie +wasn't sassy, not at all; she just didn't seem able to savvy that a few +small matters, like age an' parentage an' ownin' the ranch, gave Jabez +a sort of a majority vote, as you might say, on all questions. No, +Barbie couldn't seem to get callous to this, an' she fought out all +differences of opinion from the mere facts o' the case, an' I got to do +Jabez the justice of admittin' that he never retreated behind his +authority until after he'd been well licked in the open; an' unless it +was a mighty important question he took his lickin' like a man. Barbie +was game about it too, an' when she got the worst of a fair fight she +never put up a howl; but when she had won in the open it used to grind +her something fierce to be told point blank that she had to do such an' +so, "'Cause she was a girl." +</P> + +<P> +"If tobacco stunts your growth, how's it come 'at old Tank Williams an' +George Hendricks an' Happy an' a lot more o' the boys is all over six +feet tall," she sez one day durin' a try-out, "while Flap Jack is the +smallest man on the place an' he don't never use it at all—'cept when +he cuts his finger." +</P> + +<P> +"Things don't allus work alike," sez Jabez, slow an' cautious. "The +tall ones would all 'av' been taller if they hadn't used it, an' +Flappy, he wouldn't 'a' been able to see out of his boots if he had." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I don't see as it makes much difference, anyhow," sez she. "I +don't want to be so everlastin' tall, so I reckon I'll just smoke four +a day an' that'll—" +</P> + +<P> +"I reckon you won't smoke any a day," sez Jabez, gettin' riled. +"Smokin' cigarettes is a nasty, filthy habit, an'—" +</P> + +<P> +"Then I'll smoke a pipe," sez Barbie. +</P> + +<P> +"No you won't smoke a pipe! I don't intend to have a gal child of mine +smokin' anything. It's disgustin', an—" +</P> + +<P> +"It ain't as disgustin' as chewin', an' you chew," sez Barbie. +</P> + +<P> +"Now you look here!" yells Jabez, hot as a hornet, "I'm a man an' you +ain't, an' that makes a heap o' difference. I had to give up cussin' on +your account, but I don't intend to go to wearin' dresses complete, +just to keep you halfway respectable." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, an' I got three cusses comin' to me too," sez Barbie. "I heard +you over at the hay-barn yesterday." +</P> + +<P> +"That don't count—the agreement was, 'about the house'; an' besides, +you didn't have no call to be there." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes I did. I couldn't light my cigarette out in the wind so I got +behind the barn. You are the one 'at didn't have no call to cuss. The' +wasn't anything wrong at the hay-barn an' you was all alone. I just +know 'at you went there to cuss 'cause I made you own up at breakfast +that it wasn't no worse for me to fling the oatmeal out the window when +it didn't suit me than it was for you to fling the coffee." +</P> + +<P> +The old man just stood an' stared at her so I knew 'at the little witch +had rooted out his devisement. "When you are older, Barbara," ol' Cast +Steel sez in his coldest tone, "you will understand these things an' be +glad of the care I took of you; but now I am compelled to lay down a +law. You are never to smoke again until you're of legal age." +</P> + +<P> +"What's legal age?" sez she. +</P> + +<P> +"Twenty-one years," sez Jabez. +</P> + +<P> +"That'll be thirteen years," sez Barbie. "All right; but I'm goin' to +roll three cigarettes a day for thirteen years an' the very day I'm +twenty-one I'm goin' to smoke 'em all." +</P> + +<P> +"You go to your room an' stay there," sez Jabez, white-hot. +</P> + +<P> +"I will," she answers as cool as an icicle, "an' I'm goin' to figure up +how many it will be, so I'll have some sort of fun to look forward +to—when I get of legal age." +</P> + +<P> +After she'd gone Jabez set down on a stone an' wiped his forehead. "She +ain't a child, Happy. She ain't nothin' like a child," sez Jabez to me. +"Here she is only eight year old an' she's got me out beyond my depth +already. I don't know what I ought to do with her. She went to the +spring round-up this year an' slept in a Navajo right outdoors. She +wants to go bear huntin' or anything else 'at's wild an' dis-accordin' +to her nature. What on earth am I goin' to do with her?" +</P> + +<P> +"You ought to have children to play with her. She wants to play all +right, she tries to play; but the only kind of play she knows is +grown-up play. Get some children an' dolls an' pet kittens an' such +things for her; that'll give her a chance," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I tried it," sez Jabez. "I tried it last summer, but she about killed +'em. The only children I could get was two little Injuns, but she about +ruined 'em. The only game she would play was war, an' when they +wouldn't stand for her way o' playin' it she got on her pinto—the one +you broke for her—an' roped 'em both an' like to dragged the hide off +'em. I don't know what to do." +</P> + +<P> +"You ought to send her to school," sez I. "They'll be white children +there an' they won't be slow an' gentle like the little Injuns; they'll +be just as full o' devil as what she is, an' she'll get the sharp +corners wore off her." +</P> + +<P> +"Hang it I tried that too. I sent her when she was six year old—I'd +been lookin' forward to it a good long time too, but it didn't do no +good. +</P> + +<P> +"She put in the first day all right, but things went too slow for her +after that, an' she brought home her books an' made me pester over 'em +with her, an' she went into it like a game, an' now she's gone through +about four years' work in two. It's a blame shame, 'cause the school is +only ten miles away an' she could go as well as not, but she's so +terrible impatient. She reads all kinds o' books already, an' sez she's +goin' to read 'em all before she quits. She ain't a bit like a child +an' I don't think it's natural. I wish she'd pester me for dolls an' +pink dresses an' things like that instead of wantin' all kinds of +firearms, an' playin' poker with the boys." +</P> + +<P> +Ol' Cast Steel was all worked up over it, an' I thought a long time +before I answered him, then I sez, "Jabez, you're hard enough on the +child an' you're strict enough with her, but you ain't strict enough +with yourself. When it comes to a show down,—when you actually say yes +and now,—why, she gives in; but when you argue with her she's just as +sharp as you are, an' the' 's a heap o' things all children has to do +'at I reckon the' ain't no real sense in, so when you try to dig up a +reason for 'em you give 'em the whip hand. Just like religion: lots of +it is better just stated an' not mussed up tryin' to be explained. When +a parson tries to tell me why God created this universe, it don't sound +reasonable; but when I go out an' look at the stars an' the mountains +an' the big sweep o' the plains an' then try to round up all that +astronomer feller said about things, why, I just know 'at nobody but +God could 'a' done it—an' I reckon it's that way with a child. She +trusts you until you get down to her level an' then she sees that the' +ain't much difference between you, an' she naturally expects you to +play the same game by the same rules. You send her to school an' tell +her it's for her own good, an' let her'n the teacher fight it out. +That's a teacher's business an' they know how." +</P> + +<P> +Well, they was a heap o' sense in what I said, an' I'd been thinkin' +over it a long spell; so when school opened up again in the fall Barbie +had her orders an' the' wasn't much in the way of trouble. +</P> + +<P> +I didn't have any regular duties at the Diamond Dot—the worst trouble +about the Diamond Dot was that nobody had any regular duties. Jabez was +notionable to a degree, an' we all just floated along, doin' what we +did do right, but not havin' much of a plan for it. I could have +handled the place with ten less men an' got through on a tighter +schedule, but it was a fine place to work at an' we all got what was +comin' to us. Through the winter I used to ride over with Barbie when +the days was anyways rough, an' it took her a long time to find out +that Starlight really could beat her pinto. I reckon that child was the +best rider 'at ever backed a pony. As you might say she grew up with a +pony between her knees, an' the way she could play a bit in a hoss's +mouth was the finest sight I ever see. I ain't much of a fool when it +comes to pickin' out a ridin' critter, an' the pinto was able—most +uncommon able. +</P> + +<P> +One Saturday morning she told me that she was tired o' seein' Starlight +beat Hawkins on ten-mile dashes, an' she was goin' to have a real race +that day. She allus called the pinto "Hawkins" after I got back; she +had said it wouldn't be polite to call us both "Happy" an' as long as I +had owned both names the longest, she was willin' to give me my +choice—an' then she said 'at that wouldn't be quite fair to the +pinto—she was mighty rigid on bein' square—so she said 'at we'd have +to draw for 'em. She wrote "Happy" on one piece of paper an' "Hawkins" +on the other, put her hat in the pony's mouth,—she had taught him a +lot o' tricks,—an' I had to turn my back while she dropped in the +names. My luck was good, so I drawed "Happy," an' the pony was called +"Hawkins." I was feared I might have to go back to John, an' John's a +sort of a heavy baggage for a careless cuss to be luggin' around. +</P> + +<P> +It was spring, an' the range was smooth an' tough. All through the snow +Starlight's long legs had given him a big advantage, but now her weight +made it a purty good bet either way. "Let 'em go grassin', Barbie," sez +I. "This fine young grass—" +</P> + +<P> +"I knew you were afraid to make a fair test of it," she sez scornful. +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't neither afraid," I sez, "but what's the use of a race just to +satisfy our curiosity?" +</P> + +<P> +"What's the use of curiosity except to satisfy it?" sez Barbie, an' she +had me sure enough. A feller was a fool to argue with that little +witch. She allus had a come-back, an' the only way to get ahead of her +was either to boss or beg. I hadn't no authority to boss, an' I was too +blame young to beg, so she just about had me roped an' tied. "How far +are you goin' to race?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"A hundred miles," sez she. +</P> + +<P> +"Pshaw," sez I, "the country's wider'n that. Why don't you give'em a +decent work out." +</P> + +<P> +"That'll be enough for this time," sez she, "an' if you hustle you can +have'em ready by five o'clock." +</P> + +<P> +"Does the boss know?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"He will sometime," sez she. "Now hustle." +</P> + +<P> +It was a glorious day, an' I own up I was amused at the prospect. Both +hosses was hard as flint an' nervy. If I'd 'a' stayed at the ranch I'd +have collected up brandin' irons an' other truck for the round-up, an' +a hundred miles through spring sweetness was a heap sight more temptin' +to me; so I give in an' soon we was under way. "Where is the course +laid out, Barbie?" I sez. "You know I won't see much of you back there +in the ruck an' I want to know the path." +</P> + +<P> +"All you need to do is to foller Hawkins's trail," sez she, "but in +case you can't find it just circle Mount Savage an' that'll be the +distance, so the boys say." +</P> + +<P> +We started out at a comfortable gait, an' I watched her pretty close. +Once I tried her out by sendin' Starlight along for a mile, but she +just kept the pinto pluggin' away, an' I sensed I was up against some +head ridin'. Oh, it was gratifyin' to watch the little rascal ridin' +with her brain, like I'd taught her. She didn't throw the reins down on +her pony's neck, an' she didn't pull in on the bit; she just played it +in his mouth to keep remindin' him that this was his busy day, an' that +he'd better tend to his knittin'. Old Starlight knew every move I made, +an' he was resigned to a good long pump of it. +</P> + +<P> +I nonsensed a while, tryin' to get her to laugh an' cut up, but not +her. "Now don't talk unless you have somethin' to say, Happy," sez she. +"I don't want Hawkins to imagine 'at we're out ridin' for an appetite. +I want him to believe 'at we're on mighty important business." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, he'll sure enough think it," sez I, "when we swing around Mount +Savage an' he gets to see home through Starlight's dust." +</P> + +<P> +"When it comes to that, I'll bet he won't be complainin' o' the +dullness of the business he's been on. Now just practice thinkin' a +while." +</P> + +<P> +We watered about noon at a little snow stream on the opposite side of +old Savage; but we et our vittles on hoss back an' we didn't waste any +time on the waterin'. I figured we'd scaled up about fifty miles, an' +the pinto was still tonguin' his bit an' waitin' for somethin' +interestin' to turn up. Starlight was gettin' some disgusted with the +monotony. +</P> + +<P> +We rode on for another hour an' then Barbie began to ride a little. The +pinto let out a couple of links as cheerful as a rainbow, an' I rode at +his cinch. I knew I could beat her in the brush, an' she was easin' the +pinto too much to make it a question of grit unless she began to herd +him mighty shortly. Well she did begin ridin' purty soon, an' brother +Hawkins responded like an echo. He was a hog for distance, was that +pinto. He was short on top with plenty of depth to him, and his belly +cut up quick, showin' he had lots o' room for his heart an' his lungs +an' his forage. Starlight's nostrils worked a shade more than his did, +but we were gettin' purty close to the pinto's speed, an' Starlight had +a load of it left, and he'd pay out the last ounce of it when I said +the word. I knew I could beat her this time, but I was feared she might +call for a repeat the next day—an' I intended to remind Jabez it was +the Sabbath. +</P> + +<P> +Starlight was pretty wet with sweat, while the pinto was bone dry when +we struck Trouble Creek which was boilin' full. In we went, an' the +water hissed and sucked around our waists; but we crossed at about the +same time, an' then it was only ten miles to the ranch house an' Barbie +shook her quirt. Away shot the pinto, but Starlight had his fussy +streak warm by this time, an' I let him edge ahead as fast as he wanted +to. He knew the distance now, an' he knew I wanted to cover it in the +least possible time, an' he knew just how much the' was left in him, so +I drew a tight rein, eased it off again, an' we dropped a gap between +us an' the shorter legs of Barbie's mount. We only gained an inch at a +time an' I wasn't sure I'd be the one to do the braggin' even yet, when +all of a sudden we swept around a point of rock an' there was Melisse +hot-footin' it to the ranch house. She heard us the minute we saw her, +an' when we drew up to her she gasped: "Pluto has about killed ol' Cast +Steel, an' Spider Kelley has gone for the doctor." +</P> + +<P> +Barbie caught the words, but she never made a reply or asked a single +question; she just laid the quirt without a sting over Hawkins's +foreshoulder an' raced on. I stopped long enough to tell Melisse that I +would send the buckboard after her, an' then I took after Barbie. It +looked like a race, sure enough. I was worried. Pluto was a high grade +stallion Jabez had got after I lined up Starlight alongside the range +ponies, an' he had the meanest temper I ever see put into a hoss. I had +been tendin' him 'cause I'd got wise to the ways o' these thin-skinned +fellers down at the Lion Head, but I never quite trusted him, an' I +feared 'at maybe Barbie's goin' off without notice had riled the old +man an' he had tried to take it out on Pluto. +</P> + +<P> +We only had five miles to go, an' we sure went it. I beat her to the +ranch house, but Starlight hadn't got his breath back when she rode in, +an' the pinto only took one long breath an' shook his head. I turned +the hosses over to one o' the boys 'at were hangin' around the door +lookin' troubled, an' hustled inside. Jabez lay on the lounge with a +face like soured vinegar. He had a bandage round his head an' another +around his arm, while his leg was propped up on pillows. +</P> + +<P> +"What's the damage, Jabez?" I asked. +</P> + +<P> +"Where's Barbie?" he demanded, not payin' any heed to my question. She +had flung herself from the pinto an' came running into the room. "Oh, +Daddy," she said, throwin' her arms around him. +</P> + +<P> +"Where have you been?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I been racin' with Happy," she said. "Are you bad hurt, Daddy?" +</P> + +<P> +"Who beat?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Happy did, about a hundred yards." +</P> + +<P> +"It wasn't more'n fifty," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"How far did you race?" asked Jabez, grittin' his teeth. +</P> + +<P> +"A hundred miles," sez Barbie. +</P> + +<P> +"A hundred miles?" sez Jabez, grinnin' painful. "A hundred miles, an' +the black hoss beat your pinto carryin' a hundred'n fifty pounds more +weight. Hendricks—tell those blame fools not to kill Pluto. Happy, you +go an' see that they don't even hurt him. It was my fault. Now, Barbie, +tell me about the race." +</P> + +<P> +I went out to the big open stall where Pluto was kept all by himself, +but first I sent one o' the boys with the buckboard after Melisse. I +found Pluto in the middle of his stall with three ropes around his neck +an' the boys snubbin' him to posts. They wasn't minded to let him go, +even on Hendricks's say-so, but I went into the stall an' told 'em to +ease off. "He's whipped one man in a fair fight," sez I, "an' if +another man don't whip him in a fair fight the' won't be any handlin' +of him from this on. Ease off these ropes." +</P> + +<P> +Well, I whipped that hoss in a fair fight, an' then I went in to see +how Jabez was gettin' along. I said a fair fight an' I meant a fair +fight. Yes, the' is a way to fight a hoss fair—that is, as fair as any +fight is. If you look at it one way, the' can't never be a fair fight, +'cause one is bound to have an advantage—skill, luck, experience, or +courage; but what I mean is, that I fought that hoss with nothing but +just my own hands an' I whipped him. +</P> + +<P> +Why the way I did it was this: as soon as they slacked off the ropes I +slipped up beside him an' jerked 'em over his head, an' we two stood +alone in the big box stall with size in his favor an' brains in mine. I +had some consid'able size in those days, an' he was almost too brainy +for a hoss; but I own up 'at I 'd had the most experience. +</P> + +<P> +First I stood off an' insulted him: I cussed him an' I called him all +manner of names an' then I laughed at him—you think a hoss, a hoss +like Pluto, can't be insulted? Why, pshaw! they're as high feelin' as +children. He was out o' humor to begin with, an' purty soon his ears +went back an' his eyes got red. I've heard tell about an animal not +bein' able to look a man in the eyes, an' I never saw the wild animal +'at could; but I've seen three man-eatin' stallions in my time 'at +could look clear to your liver, an' a bulldog can do it too. +</P> + +<P> +First off he tried to bite, but I got him a shoulder-blow right on the +nose. It made him wink, an' he reared an' struck at me with his front +hoofs. I ducked to the left an' the minute his hoofs came down I +slipped thumb an' forefinger into his nostrils, an' tried to jerk his +head around to the right; but I'd thrown him once before that way an' +he was too quick. He threw up his head before I could grip his mane +with my left, an' a reachin' kick with his right hind foot tore my vest +away. +</P> + +<P> +He floundered me around consid'able for a spell, but at last in tryin' +to jam me against the wall I got hold of his mane. I braced my feet +against the wall an' liftin' myself, I got his ear in my mouth an' I +bit it. It was a trick I'd learned from ol' Monody, an' I sure bit hard +an' close to the head. For mighty nigh a minute he stood it fightin', +an' then he give a groan. He hadn't had a sniff of air through his nose +since I'd grabbed it, an' he wasn't no bulldog, he was a satin-skinned +thoroughbred, an' he couldn't stand the anguish in his ear. +</P> + +<P> +He groaned an' then he shivered an' then of a sudden I let go his ear, +jerked his head around to the right, pulled up his left front foot with +my left hand an' heaved with my shoulder. Down he went an' as he fell I +leaped across him, an' put my weight on his head. Then I took my +fingers out of his nose an' patted him. +</P> + +<P> +I hate to whip a hoss, I hate to break the pride of any livin' +creature; but when I start in to do it I don't just pester him. I wait +until I have good reason an' then I convince him—whether he's able to +live through it or not. I stroked old Pluto's ears an' nose, all the +time murmurin' to him, an' durin' the murmurin' I told the boys to file +out. I never shame nobody in front of anybody if the' 's any other way +round. +</P> + +<P> +Well, Pluto was drippin' with sweat an' havin' his bit ear rubbed was +mighty soothin' to him. We all like a lot of babyin' after we've been +hurt, whether we own up to it or not, an' Pluto wasn't any exception to +the rule. After a while I explained everything to him an' told him that +if he'd just act like a human bein', he'd be treated like a king; but +if he wanted to carry on like some savage varmint we'd have to remove +his hide an inch at a time; an' when I finally let him up he was mortal +shamed of himself. +</P> + +<P> +It was plumb dark by the time I let him up, an' I watered him an' fed +him an' rubbed him until he began to eat, an' that was the last bother +any man ever had with Pluto; but I was the only one he'd mind without +bein' chainbitted. He counted me his best friend, an' after a while he +got so he'd play with me—nip my ear with his lips an' such things, +which I count as bein' a game way of takin' punishment. Still, it ain't +just gettin' beat, it's havin' it rubbed in that makes a feller bitter. +</P> + +<P> +I walked around to where Starlight an' Hawkins was enjoyin' their +evenin' meal, an' I was mortal proud of the condition they was in. I +reckon the' wasn't another pair in the territory 'at could 'a' covered +their ante that day, an' it was a feather in Uncle Happy's cap all +right. +</P> + +<P> +But all the time I was thinkin' o' these things I was dreadin' havin' +it out with Jabez. He was contrairy enough at the best; but all bunged +up, I could see my self-control gettin' strained twice a minute. I knew +enough about us both to know 'at whenever it came to a show down, it +meant a breakin' of home ties, an' I hated to cut loose from Barbie. +After a while, I washed up, fed up, an' went in to have it over with. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap07"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER SEVEN +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +MENTAL TREATMENT FOR A BROKEN LEG +</H3> + +<P> +Barbie an' three of the boys were in the room when I went in. Barbie +was tellin' the old man of our ride, an' the three punchers sat with +the rims of their lids between thumb an' finger, lookin' at the floor +as solemn as if they was on trial for their life. Barbie had just +finished about our meetin' up with Melisse when I stepped in. +</P> + +<P> +"Who's boss o' this place?" sez Jabez to me. +</P> + +<P> +"If the' is any boss," sez I, "I reckon you're it." +</P> + +<P> +"Who told you you could be gone all day?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Nobody told me. Nobody told me what was to be done if I stayed. Nobody +hasn't told me what to do on a ranch for some several years. Why?" +</P> + +<P> +"Looks to me as if you 'd have sense enough not to risk this child's +life with your fool nonsense," sez he. I looked at him calm an' steady, +an' I didn't grin—much. +</P> + +<P> +He knew all 'at I was thinkin' of,—about my leavin' the last time an' +also about my comin' back,—but he also knew 'at I knew he was thinkin' +of the same thing, an' that we'd neither of us mention it, an' that it +wouldn't ever weigh an ounce in whatever happened to come between us. I +didn't say anything. +</P> + +<P> +"What makes you humor her in everything for?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"As far as I know, she ain't my child," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +He give a start an' it made him groan. "What's the matter with your +leg?" sez I. "It's broke!" he yells. "Do you think I got it stuck up on +pillers 'cause my foot's asleep?" +</P> + +<P> +"Is it easy that way?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"No it ain't," he snaps. +</P> + +<P> +"Perhaps if you'd get it fixed easy you might be able to talk easy," I +sez. "Do you want me to fix it easy?" +</P> + +<P> +"For heaven's sake, yes, if you know how," he sez; so I examined it. It +was a nasty break. It seems 'at Jabez had hunted over the place to find +something to fuss about as soon as he discovered 'at Barbie an' me had +flown the coop. Luck was in his favor when Slinky Bill left Pluto's +door open an' he got out. It took 'em some time to get him back, an' +they finally roped him. None o' the boys seemed anxious to go into his +stall an' take the rope off unless he'd let them ride him a while to +get the ginger out of him. Jabez took a short club an' went in an' took +off the rope, an' if the boys hadn't been handy he'd 'a' been took off +himself. As it was the hoss had smashed his leg something fierce. +</P> + +<P> +"Get a board," sez I. The three boys left in a body to get the board. I +lined up the bones as well as I could, 'cause the leg was some swelled. +Then I bandaged it purty tight, next took an old boot-leg an' bandaged +that in, an' finally split a joint of stovepipe an' packed cotton to +fit the leg, tyin' the whole business to the board when it arrived, an' +proppin' the board up on pillers with one at each side of the foot. +Then I wet the bandage on his head an' arm, puttin' in plenty of +turpentine on the arm to prevent poisonin'. The turpentine made him +twist an' grunt, but when it stopped burnin' his face cleared up. +</P> + +<P> +"My leg's a heap easier," he sez. I only nodded. I knew he had a lot +more steam on his mind. Presently he said, "But we might as well settle +things now as any time. Who are you workin' for?" +</P> + +<P> +"I settled that a long time ago," sez I. "I'm workin' for myself." +</P> + +<P> +"Then what the deuce do you mean takin' my wages?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't takin' your wages, I'm takin' my own," sez I; "but if I was +you I'd keep calm. You'll raise your fever." +</P> + +<P> +"It's my fever!" he yells, an' even the three punchers had to grin. +</P> + +<P> +"Look here, Jabez," sez I, "the' ain't any sense in your gettin' riled. +You ain't dangerous when you rant around, an' I know it; but you're +most uncommon irritatin'. We didn't run any risk in our ride to-day, +an' it proved 'at my way o' feedin' is the right way. You don't own a +pair o' hosses 'at can go out to-morrow an' keep in sight o' Starlight +an' the pinto. An' my way o' handlin' Pluto is the right way too, but +if you don't like my way o' workin' for myself on your ranch—why, the' +'s plenty of other ranches. The' ain't no use o' your makin' us both +miserable, quarrellin' like a pair o' children." +</P> + +<P> +"That's what I say," sez Barbie. +</P> + +<P> +"You wait till you're spoke to," sez Jabez; but at that moment the +buckboard came in with old Melisse, an' the very first thing she did +was to chase the three punchers out o' the house, fix up a mess of her +own to put on Jabez's head an' arm, an' then she picks up Barbie in her +arms an' I saw the little chap's lip begin to quiver; I saw Jabez wink +his eyes too fast for comfort; I saw the tears rollin' down the cheeks +of old Melisse, an' I went out into the starlight to look up toward +Mount Savage where Monody was sleepin'. It's a funny thing, life. After +a while I went back inside an' they were purty cozy again. "You been +away purt nigh a year," sez Jabez, "where you been?" +</P> + +<P> +Melisse grinned; she was a Mexican an' had been good lookin' a century +or so before. She was the silent sort, but she could do a heap sight +keener thinkin' 'an lots of 'em 'at kicks up more dust at it. +</P> + +<P> +"Part o' the time I been right here at the ranch," she sez, "but when +the snow was heavy I stayed in a little cave right up the ravine from +the pony corral. You don't reckon 'at I'd leave this child just on your +account, do ya?" +</P> + +<P> +It was some comical to see Jabez's face. "Lord, no!" sez he. "I'm in +the habit o' payin' wages to people 'at work for themselves, an' I +don't reckon I got the authority to make anybody get off my ranch. If +you've been foolin' around here, how come the dogs never barked at ya?" +</P> + +<P> +"Dogs ain't apt to forget the hand that feeds 'em. After a dog has +thought well of ya for a while, he don't turn on ya just because you've +become out o' favor for a spell; the friendship of a dog works both +ways—dogs ain't like human beings, Jabez Judson." +</P> + +<P> +Melisse had a low, musical voice; but I kind o' felt my hair raisin' in +pity for the man on the sofey. It seemed like she had stuck a knife +into him, an' was twistin' it around slow without losin' her temper. He +squirmed, he bit his lip, his thumbs kept runnin' over the inside of +his fingers. It was some time before he spoke, an' then he said, "How +much longer you goin' to keep that child awake?" +</P> + +<P> +"She's been asleep in my arms for some time," sez Melisse, lookin' down +at Barbie's face, which was nestled up close to hers. "I reckon I'll +put her to bed now." She got up an' carried Barbie to the door an' then +she turned an' sez in a low tone: "You're mighty proud o' being called +Cast Steel, you love to trample over people; but I want to tell you +somethin' to remember; I sha'n't never be separated from this child +again except by her own will. Next time I can't live around you I'll +take her with me. You've known me a long time"—an' she shut the door +without slammin' it. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I don't reckon it's allus some one else's fault," I sez, after he +had got through cussin' about his luck. +</P> + +<P> +"Am I a hard man to work for?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"You ain't," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"When am I ever unjust?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"When you go off halfcock," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"What is it allus about?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +I thought over everything before I answered. "Why, it's allus about the +child Barbie." +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't Cast Steel about her; I'm spring steel where she's concerned, +an' you fellers ought to know the way spring steel works if any one +does." +</P> + +<P> +"That's all right," sez I,—I was still smartin' a little,—"but the +deuce of the thing is that you go off at halfcock, an' then you allus +expect the other feller to pay the damage. It's goin' hard with you +some day, Jabez, if you don't watch closer." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, you can't understand it. If you only knew what lyin' an' +disobedience sometimes does, you wouldn't talk so calm about it, +neither. The' ain't nothin' I wouldn't do for Barbara—except see her +get started wrong. You're different from the rest, some way, an' she +thinks more of you than the others. That's one reason why I give you a +wider circle to range in, an' why I give you foreman's pay for odd-job +work—" +</P> + +<P> +"Now if you think 'at I don't earn all you're payin' me," sez I—but he +broke in: "If I didn't think I wouldn't pay it," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I can go down to the Lion Head any time I want an' get more'n you're +payin' me," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I can pay you as much as any man in the West," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"You couldn't hire me at all if it wasn't for Barbie," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"An' I wouldn't hire you at all if it wasn't for her," he snaps. "You +can do the right thing at the right time better'n any other man I ever +had; but you're the contrariest man to work with on the job. You're +allus flyin' up, an' you'd talk back if your throat was cut." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm free," sez I, "an' what's more, I know it. The' ain't no law ever +been framed up yet 'at can herd me in with the cows, an' I don't never +intend to act like a cow. I'm man to man wherever I am, an' a lot o' +you fellers with big outfits are beginnin' to forget that proposition; +but I don't forget it, an'—" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, for heaven's sake," he yells, "I ain't tryin' to put a bit in +your mouth; though I must confess if I had my way about it, I'd like to +put a quart o' bran there sometimes. What I'm tryin' to do is to come +to an understandin' about the child." +</P> + +<P> +"Hasn't she gone to school every day this term?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"There's another thing," sez he. "When I told you to give that +schoolmaster a rawhidin', you wouldn't do it." +</P> + +<P> +"Course I wouldn't do it," sez I. "He may have been in the right as far +as I know, an' anyway, she gave him the worst of it." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't want her to give 'em the worst of it. I want her to act like a +gal child. Ridin' her pony into the schoolroom an' ropin' the master +ain't no way for a gal child to act. What I want is for the teachers to +play fair. It ain't reasonable to suppose 'at these mountains was ever +under water." +</P> + +<P> + "You stood for it when the astronomer said so," sez I; "an' the<BR> +Bible sez so, an'—" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, that's all right when it comes to grown-ups; but the' ain't no +use makin' a child say somethin' it don't nowise believe. The truth is +more important than a lot of water 'at dried up millions of years +ago—if it ever was here." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, the truth is a heap o' bother to Barbie's teachers at the best," +sez I. "Look at her spellin'—she comes upon a cross-bred word in a +book an' the teacher sez it's pronounced one way, an' you another, an' +me another, until she thinks we're all liars; and she knows it the next +day when she comes across another word spelled almost alike an' +pronounced just the opposite. How you goin' to teach a child to spell +an' be honest both?" +</P> + +<P> +"It's a damned outrage!" sez Jabez, his eyes flashin'. "Take 'thought' +an' through,' an' 'though'—why, it's enough to ruin the morals of the +best child the' is. Hang it, I—" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, you had your own way about it," sez I. "You've had three +different teachers here this term." +</P> + +<P> +"Who built the school?" sez Jabez. "Didn't I build it with my own +money, just so I'd have it handy, an' didn't I offer to pay the teacher +if they'd put it right here at the ranch?" +</P> + +<P> +"You ain't got money enough to bring the world here to her feet, +Jabez," sez I, "an' it wouldn't be the best thing for her if you could." +</P> + +<P> +Well, I sat there the whole blessed night, cheerin' him up. Every time +he'd get to thinkin' about his arm or his leg, I'd say somethin' to +rile him an' take his mind off his afflictions, an' along about dawn he +fell asleep. Spider Kelley had found the doctor almost in our +neighborhood, an' he arrived with him by ten in the mornin'. He paid me +a high compliment on the leg, an' after he'd rounded up a few splinters +it wasn't no trouble at all to set it; but Jabez was in for a good long +spell of it, an' the Spring round-up in sight. You might think that +this would rile him up too; but he took it like a hero, an' I kept him +in touch with everything. +</P> + +<P> +We didn't have a regular foreman at the Diamond Dot. George Hendricks +took charge around the house, an' Omaha was a sort of ridin' +over-see-er; but Jabez himself tended to even little details when he +felt like it. When he didn't feel that way, any one else who thought of +it did. After the round-up Flap Jack decided to go on a bender. I tried +to talk him out of it, but he insisted, an' finally I sent him into +Jabez. +</P> + +<P> +Flappy came away just tearin' mad. "He's the hardest-hearted old tyrant +ever breathed," sez Flappy to me. +</P> + +<P> +"What now?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Last time I came back I was a day late," sez Flappy. "He fair frothed +at the mouth at it, an' made me promise to give him a month's notice +next time. How's a man to know a month ahead when he's goin' to be in +the notion for a bender. I'm fair ravin' for it now; but like's not +I'll be all out o' the notion in a month." +</P> + +<P> +"Then you'll be a sight o' money ahead," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Money? What's money for? Can you buy a thirst like mine with money? +Why, I could take this thirst o' mine to a city an' get independent +rich, just rentin' it out by the night. I've watched fellers drinkin' +when they didn't crave it, an' it hurt 'em somethin' dreadful. If you +don't want it, you can't enjoy it until you're under the influence of +it, an' after you're under the influence of it half the fun o' drinkin' +it is gone." +</P> + +<P> +Flappy had studied this question more'n airy other man I ever see, an' +it was edicatin' to hear him lecture on it. +</P> + +<P> +"The's only one way to get around ol' Cast Steel," sez I, winkin'; so +he got Barbie to beg for him when she went in that evenin', an' she got +Jabez to let him go next day; but after Jabez'd had time to think it +over, he sez to me, "Now see what I've done—I've let that child +wheedle me into changin' my mind an' lettin' a man break his word." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, he needed it mighty bad," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"An' another thing; it ain't no fit thing for a gal child to be beggin' +for a man to go get drunk," sez Jabez. "Maybe not," sez I, "but he sure +needed it." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap08"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER EIGHT +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE LETTER +</H3> + +<P> +It all came about through me bein' edicated. Most any one can read +print words, if they're of a reasonable size,—the words I mean,—but I +could read handwritin' too. I never was no great mathematician when you +got above fractions, an' I was some particular in what I read; but if I +'d been minded that way, I reckon I could have waded through purty much +any kind of a book ever was written. At that time, however, I was still +middlin' young in some things, an' I sure was suspicious of any kind of +book 'at looked like a school book. +</P> + +<P> +If you'd have school books did up in paper with the right kind of +pictures on the covers you could easy get children to peruse 'em. Did +you ever notice bear cubs gettin' an edication? They ain't beat into +it, they has to be helt back. Same with the Injun kids; they was up on +edge to learn until they got to schoolin' 'em, then they fought again +it just like the white kids. The reason is that we make children learn +things they ain't curious about. I bet if you was to try an' keep it a +secret about George Washington bein' made President because he wouldn't +lie about choppin' down that cherry tree, the kids would stay awake +nights to pry into it. Kids is only human, any way you take 'em. +</P> + +<P> +But this business was sure a fetcher to me, an' Barbie, she just +stumbled on it too. One afternoon me an' her went for a little ride up +into the foothills, an' after we'd built our fire, like we allus did, +no matter how hot it was, she lay there rollin' cigarettes for me to +smoke, like she allus did—the little scamp used to get on the lee side +o' me so the smoke would blow in her face; but we never mentioned it. +</P> + +<P> +Well, after a while she begun to talk of romances, an' to ask me +questions about 'em. I told her as many as I could remember, an' the +one what suited her best was "Claud, the Boy Hero of Gore Gulch." It +allus used to fret her to think 'at the' wasn't nothing she could do to +make her a boy, an' she tried to even up by plannin' to herself what +she'd have done if so be she had been a boy. We talked along about as +usual; but I see the' was somethin' on her mind. She wasn't the one to +flare up an' shout for information. She allus talked in a circle like +an Injun when she really needed news. +</P> + +<P> +After a while she fished out a funny old letter. It wasn't put into an +envelope, it was just wrapped inside itself an' stuck fast with a gob +o' some kind o' wax which had been broke before it was opened. The' had +been a name on the outside, but it had been rubbed out. Inside at the +beginning was the name "Rose Cottage, San Francisco," and a date; but +I've forgotten the date. The letter began, "Dearest George." I read +that much an' then I looked at Barbie. "Where'd you get this?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +She reddened a little, an' then she looked me straight in the face, and +sez "I found it in the attic. I wanted a new box to put my cigarettes +in, an' one day Daddy left the attic door open an' I went in. The' was +just a dandy chest there an' he had left the key in it. I opened it an' +this letter was on top. He goes to the attic alone every now an' +again,—mostly at night,—an' he won't never let me go with him." +</P> + +<P> +"I suppose that was the reason you thought he wanted you to go alone to +the attic, too," sez I. She flushed again. "If a person don't trust me +he ain't got no call to be surprised when I don't suit him." +</P> + +<P> +I shook my head. Now in talkin' to her you forgot she was a child, +'cause she didn't talk broken like most of 'em do—nor she didn't think +broken neither; but when you looked at her, little and slim an' purty +as a picture, you couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't got her soul +changed off with some one else, like what they say the Chinese believe. +She had the same rules that I did for so many things that it floored me +to understand how she got 'em that young, me havin' had to figger 'em +out with a heap o' sweat. +</P> + +<P> +"Was the letter to you?" I sez, gettin' around to facts. +</P> + +<P> +"No, it wasn't; but I read it, an' I wisht I knew what it means." +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't a-goin' to read it," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"You 're a coward," sez she. +</P> + +<P> +"That's nothing," sez I; "if it wasn't for the cowards the' would be a +heap o' vacant land in this country," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I thought you was my friend," sez she, takin' back the letter an' +holdin' it open in her hand. "If Spider Kelley could read he would read +it for me." +</P> + +<P> +"So would Hawkins, your pinto," sez I, grinnin'. "What you ought to do +is to tell your Dad that you have the letter. If you don't tell him, I +reckon I'll have to." +</P> + +<P> +At first she was mad as hops, an' then she looked into my eyes an' +laughed. "I'll dare you to," sez she. The' was some woman in her even +then. +</P> + +<P> +The' wasn't no way to bluff her, so I said serious, "Well, what do you +intend to do about it?" +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know," said she. "Dad has lost so many other things beside his +temper, stumpin' around with that cane, that he thinks he has lost the +key to the chest. He goes around grumblin' an' lookin' for it; but he +don't ask if any one has found it. Why do you suppose that is?" +</P> + +<P> +"It ain't any of my supposin'," sez I. "What are you goin' to do about +it?" +</P> + +<P> +"As soon as I get through with this letter—an' make up my mind not to +hunt through the chest—I'm goin' to slip the key into his pocket—an' +then watch his face when he finds it." +</P> + +<P> +"You oughtn't to treat your own father so, Barbara," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +She laughed. "Barbara! that's a good soundin' name on your tongue, +Happy," sez she. Then she sobered. "I don't care nothing for what you +say or what he says; the' 's things I'm goin' to find out; an' I have a +right to. I never told him why it was that I whopped those two girls +over at school last winter, an' I never told even you. I whopped 'em +'cause they said I never had a mother. Everything has to have a mother, +even a snake, an' I had one too. Why don't he tell me about her? Why +does he allus turn me off when I ask about her? I don't intend to just +let him tell me that she was the most beautiful woman in the world an' +too good to stay here, an' such things. I am going to find out who she +was, an' if you wasn't a coward you'd help me. Now." +</P> + +<P> +It was true what she said, an' I might have known she was studyin' +about it. I might, if I'd had the sense of a hoss, have known that this +was what made her old-like—studyin' about things she never ought to +have been forced to study about. +</P> + +<P> +"Does that letter tell about her, Barbie?" I asked. +</P> + +<P> +"That's what I want to know; but you ain't got the sand to read it, an' +I can't make it out. Here, read it." +</P> + +<P> +I took it an' read it. The writin' was fine an' like what was in +Barbie's writin' book along the top. It sounded like as if a young girl +had written it partly against her will, although it was purty lovesome +too. It told about how lonely she was, an' that she hadn't never been +able to tell whether it was Jack or him she was most in love with until +Jack had asked her, an' then after Jack had deceived her an' he had +been so kind, she found out 'at he was the one she had loved the most +all the time. She reminded him 'at she had written to him before +acceptin' Jack, an' that now if he was still sure he wanted her, she +would accept him; but she could never live near the Creole Belle. She +closed with love, an' signed herself Barbara. +</P> + +<P> +I kept on lookin' at the page a long time after I had read it. I +remembered what Monody had said when I thought he was out of his +head—about George Jordan an' Jack Whitman, an' the Creole Belle. I +knew 'at Barbie was studyin' my face, an' I pertended to spell out the +words a letter at a time until I could get full control o' myself. +</P> + +<P> +"What kind of a bell is a Creole Bell?" sez I. "She ain't got it +spelled right neither." +</P> + +<P> +"A Creole Belle is a beautiful woman of French an' Spanish blood who +lives in New Orleans," sez Barbie. "What do you make out about it?" +</P> + +<P> +I was thinkin' fast as I could, but I still pertended to read the +letter. So Jabez had been in a scrape with some cross-breed woman, an' +he an' this Jack Whitman had loved the same girl, an' the' was a bad +mix-up somewhere. +</P> + +<P> +"Little girl," I sez, "the' 's a lot o' wickedness in this world you +don't know about—" +</P> + +<P> +"An' the' a lot o' wickedness I do know about 'at I ain't supposed to," +she snaps in. "Do you reckon I could knock around this ranch the way I +have an' not know nothin' except about flowers an' moonlight? You cut +out the little girl part an' play square." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, you look here," I sez. "I don't know what you do know an' I +don't know what you don't know; but I do know 'at lots of the things +you think you know ain't so, if you picked it up from the fool stories +some o' these damn cow punchers tell; an' you ought to be ashamed to +listen to 'em." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, yes, of course!" she fires up. "I am the one what ought to be +ashamed of the stories the cow punchers tell! That's the way from one +end to the other; somebody else says somethin' an' I ought to be +ashamed 'cause I ain't too deaf to hear it. Now the' 's a lot of +questions I'm goin' to ask you as soon as I get time. I want to know +why—" +</P> + +<P> +"No, you don't!" I yells, jumpin' to my feet an' blushin' clear to my +ears. "I ain't neither one o' your parents an' I ain't your teacher. If +you want to know things you ask Melisse. If you don't put a curb on +yourself I'm goin' to flop myself on Starlight an' streak for the Lion +Head this very minute, an' I won't stop before reachin' the Pan Handle." +</P> + +<P> +She knew enough to stop bettin' up a pair o' tens when she see the +other feller wasn't to be bluffed; so she sez, "Well, I'm goin' to find +it out some way or other—I'm going to find out everything I want to +know before I'm done. I love my Daddy, but he don't always play fair; +an' I'm goin' to find out what I want to find out—whether he wants me +to or not." +</P> + +<P> +I was in a sweat. "Barbie," I sez at last, "supposin' he is playin' +fair? Supposin' he has sacrificed his own happiness to keep sorrow out +of your life, an' supposin' you nose around an' discover it—who'd be +the one 'at played un-fair then? You're powerful young yet; you're a +heap younger'n you realize, an' you can't know it all in a day. He'll +tell you when he can, an' you ought to trust him. He loves you more'n +anything else in this wide world. You ought to trust him, Barbie." +</P> + +<P> +She trembled tryin' to steady herself, an' I looked off into the valley +for a moment. "I know he loves me, an' I wouldn't hurt him for the +world; but I think I'm old enough to know, an' I'm goin' to ask him. If +he won't tell me now he has to set a date to tell me. I ain't goin' to +have no dirty-faced school kids askin' me questions I can't answer." +</P> + +<P> +"I reckon all you want to know is in that chest in the garret," sez I; +"an' I reckon it's kept for you to read after—well some day; but if I +was you, I'd put back the letter an' I'd not think about it any more'n +I could help. Supposin' your Dad had had to kill a man to save your +mother, an' didn't want you to know 'at he had ever killed a man—" +</P> + +<P> +"Humph!" she snaps in. "Didn't Claud kill fourteen men in Gore Gulch, +an' didn't I think it was fine? If he's killed a man I'd be proud of +it." +</P> + +<P> +"It's different in real life," sez I. "I like to read about Claud +myself, but I wouldn't want to slaughter men in the quantities he does." +</P> + +<P> +"You killed a man oncet yourself," sez she. +</P> + +<P> +"When?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"You killed at least one o' the Brophy gang with the butt of your gun," +sez she. +</P> + +<P> +"It couldn't be proved," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"It couldn't be denied," sez she. "If that's all you think it is I'm +goin' to ask him." +</P> + +<P> +"Supposin' your mother had made him promise not to tell you until you +came of age,—you know what store he sets on keepin' his word,—would +you be glad to know 'at you had made him break it? This Barbara might +have been his sister, an' some one else might have been your mother." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I see it now—my mother was the Creole Belle, the beautiful lady. +He allus said she was beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the +world—" She sat there with her eyes flashin', but I didn't want to let +her make up things 'at wasn't so an' then be disappointed. "Who do you +suppose George was, an' Jack?" sez I quiet. +</P> + +<P> +She drew her brows together an' sat diggin' her spur into the dirt. +"That's so, too," she said, thinkin' aloud. "But Barbara certainly did +have something to do with me, an' I wisht I knew! Oh, I wish I could +grow as big as I feel—I hate this bein' a child. I hate it!" +</P> + +<P> +"Will you put the letter back an' try to forget it?" I said at last. +</P> + +<P> +"I'll put it back at once, I'll give him the key at once; that is, I'll +slip it into his pocket, an' I won't pester him about it—now; but you +got to promise to tell me if you ever find it out. Will ya?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," sez I. "If I ever find it all out I'll tell you, honest across +my heart." +</P> + +<P> +"An' you won't say nothin' about this letter to Daddy, until I let +you?" she said, fixin' her eyes on me. +</P> + +<P> +"No, I won't say a word about that until you tell me to," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Now, then, let's play tag goin' back to the house," she said, with her +lip stiff again. Oh, she had a heart in her, that child had. +</P> + +<P> +"You know the pinto has Starlight beat on turns an' twists," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," she sez, "an' on a two-hundred mile race, too." She played away +through the summer an' never spoke a word on the subject again; but she +hid it most too careful, and Jabez saw the' was somethin' on her mind. +"Have you any idea what the child's thinkin' about?" he asked me one +day when we was figurin' some on the beef round-up. +</P> + +<P> +I didn't answer straight off, an' he noticed it. "What is she studyin' +about?" sez he, mighty shrewd. +</P> + +<P> +"How can a body tell what that child is studyin' about?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"You're with her most of the time—fact is, about all you do is to play +with her these days." +</P> + +<P> +"Any time my work here don't suit you," I began; but he snaps in, "It +ain't a question o' work. If you amuse her you're worth more to me'n +any other ten men; but I have some rights. I want to know what you +think." +</P> + +<P> +"Have you asked her?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm askin' you," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I want you to understand 'at I ain't no spy," sez I, glad of a +way out. "I don't know all 'at 's on her mind, an' I don't propose to +guess; and if I did know, I wouldn't tell unless she told me to. If you +know any way to make me tell, why go ahead and I'll stand by and watch +the proceedin's." +</P> + +<P> +Well, he ranted up an' down a while, an' finally he pulls himself down +an' sez, "Now look here, Happy, the' 's a difference between a parent +an' anybody else." +</P> + +<P> +"I own too to that," sez I; "but what have I got to do with it?" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, you can sort of hint around until you find out what's on her +mind, an' if it ain't somethin' fit, you can tell her so; because if it +comes to a show down, she thinks I ought to tell her anything she wants +to know." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, hadn't you?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, sometime, I suppose—but hang it, it's mighty hard to answer some +of her questions, or to give reasons why I can't answer 'em." +</P> + +<P> +"Have you asked her what's on her mind this time?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +He fidgeted around a while, an' then he sez, "Yes, I asked her." +</P> + +<P> +"What did she say?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"She looked me plumb in the eyes, an' said, 'Do you want me to ask you +what I want to find out?'" +</P> + +<P> +"What did you say?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, I said, 'Yes, Barbara, if it is something you ought to know.'" +</P> + +<P> +"Well?" I sez, after waitin' a bit. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, she flared up," sez Jabez, "an' went on sarcastic about it bein' +strange to her why girls was so much different from other folks, an' +there bein' so many things 'at they wasn't fit to know; an' finally she +said to me point blank, 'Do you want me to ask you what I want to know, +an' if I do ask you will you answer?'" +</P> + +<P> +"What did you say?" I sez. +</P> + +<P> +"I didn't know what to say," sez Jabez. "She looked different from any +way she had ever looked before, and after a minute I sez, 'No, Barbara, +I don't think you had better ask me, an' I don't think you had better +think of it any more.' Don't you think I did right?" +</P> + +<P> +"No," sez I, "you did not. You simply side-stepped; you wilted under +fire, an' she hates a coward as much as you do. Why didn't you face it +right then?" +</P> + +<P> +"Happy," he sez, an' his voice wrung my heart, "the' 's things she'll +have to know sometime, but she ain't old enough to know 'em yet." He +stopped, an' his face grew hard as stone when he went on. "But the' 's +some things that she never can know, an' I don't want her to even learn +that there are such things. That's why you have to find out what's on +her mind." +</P> + +<P> +"Now you know, Jabez, that I have my own ideas on what I have to do; +but you tell me what kind o' things there are that she mustn't ever +learn, an' maybe I'll see your way of it." +</P> + +<P> +Jabez looked down at the ground, an' the sweat broke out on his +forehead before he answered me. When he did the' wasn't a trace of +friendliness in his tone. "You have done a heap for me, Happy, and if +there's anything in the money line that you think I owe you, why, name +it an' it's yours; but you can see for yourself that we can't go on +this way. I haven't asked you to do anything unreasonable and you have +refused point blank. I don't intend to explain myself to one of my own +men, and I don't intend to have an argument with him every time I want +anything done my way. This is my ranch and as long 's my own way suits +me, that's the only man it has to suit." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, you own this ranch," sez I; "but you don't own the earth, so I'll +move on." +</P> + +<P> +"I haven't fired you," sez Jabez. "You're welcome to work here as long +as you want to; but you'll have to be like the other men from this on. +You've been like one of the family so long 'at we don't pull together +any more, and so if you stay I'll have to send you out with the riding +gangs." +</P> + +<P> +I looked into his face and laughed, though even then I was sorry for +him. He led a lonely life, an' I knew 'at he'd miss me; but we was both +as we was, so I rolled up my stuff, loaded up Starlight, an' said +good-bye to little Barbie. That was the hard part of it. She didn't cry +when I told her I was goin'—that would 'a' been too girlish-like for +her; she just breathed hard an' jerky for a couple o' minutes while we +looked in opposite directions, an' then she said, "How'll you come back +next time, Happy? It's over three years ago since you left that other +time, an' you came back just as you said, ridin' on a black hoss with +silver trimmed leather. How'll you come back next time?" +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know, Barbie," I said, "but I'll sure come back, true to you." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," she said, "an' I'll sure be true to you, all the time you're +away and when you come back." +</P> + +<P> +"Barbie," I said, "you haven't treated your father right. You've let +him see that you're worryin' about somethin', an' it bothers him." +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't made out o' wood," she snaps out fierce. "I try to be +contented, but I get tired o' bein' a girl. I've half a mind to go with +you, Happy." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, but the other half of your mind is the best half, Barbie," I +said. "Now I'm goin' to tell you a secret; your daddy is twice as +lonesome as you are, and he's been through a heap of trouble sometime. +You miss the mother that you never did see, but he misses the mother +that he knew and loved; and I want you to promise to do all you can to +cheer him up and make him happy." +</P> + +<P> +"I never thought o' that before," said she, "I'll do the best I +can—but you'll come back to me sometime, won't you, Happy?" +</P> + +<P> +"I sure will," I said, an' we shook hands on it. Then I decided that +I'd leave Starlight with her. He wasn't as good for knockin' around as +a range pony, and I didn't know what I'd be doin', so I took my stuff +off him, picked out a tough little mustang from the home herd, shook +hands with her again, an' started. I glanced up toward old Savage, and +she read my thoughts. "I'll take flowers to him now and again," sez +she, "and I'll go up there and talk to him about you; and Happy, Happy, +we'll both be lonesome until you come back!" And so I kissed her on the +lips, and rode away the second time. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap09"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER NINE +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +ADRIFT AGAIN +</H3> + +<P> +Well, I rode purty tol'able slow. Some way I didn't want to go back to +the Lion Head Ranch. I knew 'at Jim would be glad to see me, but I knew +I'd be lonesomer there than among total strangers; so I just floated, +punchin' cows most o' the time, but not runnin' very long over the same +range. +</P> + +<P> +It was just about this period that I begun to lose my serious view o' +life and get more man-like. The usual idea is that a boy is a careless, +happy, easy-goin' sort of a creature, and a man is a steady, serious +minded, thoughtful kind of an outfit; but just the reverse. A boy +starts out believin' most o' what's told him an' thinkin' that it's his +duty to reform the world; an' about the only thing he is careless of is +human life—his own or any one else's. Fact o' the matter is that if +you watch him close enough you'll find out that even in his games a boy +is about the solemnest thing on earth, an' you have to know the game +purty thorough to tell when it drifts into a real fight. That's why all +wars have been fought by boys. They believe in any cause 'at looks big +enough to lay down their lives for, an' that's their chief ambition. A +man, though; gets to see after a time that the' 's most generally +somebody up behind who's working the wires, an' he gets so 'at he don't +want to lay down ANYBODY's life, except as a last resort. He looks +favorable upon amusement, an' after a while he kind o' sort o' gets +hardened to the fact that the whole thing's a joke and he'd rather +laugh than shoot. Why, I'd be more afraid of a boy with a popgun than I +'d be of a man with a standin' army. +</P> + +<P> +So as I said, it was just about this time in my life that I begun to +hunt up pleasant places to eat and sleep; an' if I heard of trouble in +the next county I turned out an' went around. I did a little of +everything; even lugged a chain in a surveyor outfit, but the' wasn't +enough chance in that. I got to have a trace of gamblin' in anything I +do; so the first thing I knew I was down in Nevada lookin' for the +treasure 'at Bill Brophy had buried there. The last of his gang had +tried to describe the place, but his description would have done for +'most any place in Nevada—she not bein' what you might call +free-handed in the way of variety. +</P> + +<P> +Well, I ragged around in the mountains between Nevada and California, +lookin' for a flat-shaped rock with a mountain-peak on each side of it, +an' a cold wind sweepin' up the canon—I don't know just how the cold +wind got included, but the dyin' outlaw dwelt upon that cold wind +something particular. I stayed out puny late in the season, an' if cold +winds was identifyin', Brophy had his treasure buried purty unpartially +all over the West. +</P> + +<P> +I reckon I'd have died if I had it fallen in with Slocum. Slocum was a +queer lookin' speciment when you first came upon him. His skin didn't +fit him very well, bein' a trifle too big, an' wrankled an' baggy in +consequence; his eyes was kind of a washy blue, an' they stuck out from +his face, givin' him the most sorrowful expression I ever see. You just +couldn't be suspicious of a man with such eyes as that; he seemed to +have throwed himself wide open an' invited the whole world to come an' +look inside. Why, a perfect stranger would have trusted Slocum with his +last plug of tobacoo, and like as not he'd have gotten part of it back. +Well, as I said, I was headin' for warmer weather, but I got overtook +an' had about given up all hope when I noticed the smell of smoke in +the air. I was walkin' on foot an' pullin' a burro with a pack behind +me, an' after a time I located that smoke comin' right up through the +snow. +</P> + +<P> +I yelled and shouted around for a while without gettin' any response. +Night and the snow was both fallin' fast, an' that smoke was exceeding +temptin'. Finally I took a piece of burlap off the pack, put it over +the hole where the smoke was comin' up through, an' piled snow on top +of it. I was curious to see what would happen. I waited—perhaps it was +only five minutes, but it seemed that many hours—an' then a low, calm +voice, down somewhere beneath me, sez, "Get off that chimney!" +</P> + +<P> +"I will," sez I, "when you tell me how to get to the fire." +</P> + +<P> +I waited again, an' then a man with a lantern emerged into the cut +about forty feet below me, an' told me how I could wind around and come +down to him. Well, me an' the burro finally worked it out, an' there +was a man with long whiskers standin' in his shirt-sleeves in front of +a hole in the snow. +</P> + +<P> +"You like to 'a' smothered me," he grumbled. "Don't you know better'n +to stop up a chimney that's workin'?" +</P> + +<P> +"I wanted the chimney to work double," sez I, "an' that was the only +way I could think up to attract your attention." +</P> + +<P> +"Do you live around here?" sez he. "Not very much," sez I, "but I 'm +minded to try it a while, if there 's room in your burrow for two." +</P> + +<P> +"Got any tobacco?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Plenty," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"You're welcome," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +We took the burro over to a clump of pine woods an' turned him loose, +an' then I crawled in through the tunnel to Slocum's fire. It was in a +cave which had a natural chimney runnin' up the hill, an' it looked +considerable much like Paradise to me. We ate an' smoked together for a +week, an' then one day our fire went out an' a flood of water poured +down through the chimney. We worked like beavers for a while, gettin' +our stuff outdoors, an' it was as hot as summer outside. +</P> + +<P> +"That's the only drawback to this cave," said Slocum. "It will be all +to the good when the winter settles in earnest, but it will be some +bother while it's still snowin' an' thawin'." +</P> + +<P> +I told him that I agreed with him to such an extent that if I could +locate the burro I'd rather risk gettin' back to humanity than to dyin' +there of rheumatiz. I was wringin' wet through. +</P> + +<P> +"Nobody can't die of rheumatiz around me," sez Slocum, an' he went to +one of his packs an' got out a piece of root. +</P> + +<P> +"Chew this," sez he, "an' it will drive the rheumatiz out of your +system." +</P> + +<P> +Anybody would have trusted those eyes, so I chewed the root for about a +minute, an' then I chewed snow an' mud an' tobacco an' red pepper for +an hour, tryin' to get rid of the taste. Drive the rheumatiz out of +your system? Why, the blame stuff would drive out your system too if +you chewed it long enough. It was the tarnationest stuff 'at ever a +human man met up with. +</P> + +<P> +"It's most too strong to take pure," sez Slocum, "but if you grind it +an' put a shall pinch in a quart of alcohol it makes a fine remedy. +Don't throw the rest o' that root away. There is enough there to do you +a lifetime." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," sez I, "there is, an' more." +</P> + +<P> +A feller once told me that man was a slave to his +envirament—envirament is anything around you, scenery, books, evil +companions, an' sech; well, a burro ain't no slave to his envirament +'cause he generally eats it. My burro was fat, an' the clump of pine +trees had mostly disappeared. I loaded up my stuff, shook hands with +Slocum, and started down the mountain. Just as I got fully started +Slocum sez to me, "I 'm sure sorry to see you go. I don't generally get +much friendly with folks any more, but I took to you from the first, +an' any time I can do you a favor, all you got to do is to wink." +</P> + +<P> +"What's your general plan of occupation, Slocum?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"All that I ever expect to do for the remainder of my days," sez he, +"is to search for my Rheumatiz Remedy." +</P> + +<P> +"Well," sez I, "any time you get to do me a favor in that line, it'll +be when I'm too weak to wink." So we parted the best o' friends, an' I +went on to a lumber camp where I put in the winter bossin' a gang. I +didn't know much about lumber, but the men there was just the same as +anywhere else, an' we got along fine. +</P> + +<P> +I was bossin' a little ranch up in Idaho next June when I heard tell of +a big strike in the Esmeralda range—not such a great distance from +where I had spent the week with Slocum. The report had it that a feller +named Slocum had located the big ace of gold mines, an' I was some et +up with curiosity to see if it was the same Slocum; but I was needed at +the ranch that winter, an' as I took a likin' for the young feller who +was tryin' to make it go, I stuck to him, an' it wasn't until the +followin' July that I pulled out an' floated down that way. +</P> + +<P> +Well, it was the same old Slocum sure enough. He was the most onlucky +cuss 'at ever breathed, I reckon. Every time he had made up his mind to +do something, Fate had stepped up an' voted again it. He had wasted the +best part of his life locatin' gold mines 'at wouldn't hang out, until +at last even he got disgusted an' went to huntin' for his Injun root to +cure rheumatiz with. First thing he knew, he had stumbled on a bonanza +lode in the Esmeralda range. This here lode was a peach. Ten-foot face +on top, just soggy with gold an' silver, an' copper an' tin enough to +pay expenses. It just looked as if they's said, "Now then, there's +Slocum; he been hammered so long he's got callous to it. Let's jus' see +how he'd act if we switched his luck on him." An' they sure done it. +</P> + +<P> +Slocum, he scratched around until he see that it wasn't no joke, an' +then he set bait for a couple o' capitalists. He trapped two beauties, +an' they put up the assets an' went in, equal partners. They sunk +shafts an' built stamp mills an' smelters an' retorts; oh, they sure +made plans to get the metal wholesale. As soon as it began to flow in +they built stores an' shacks an' a big hotel—they wasn't timorous +about puttin' their coin into circulation, you bet your life, an' it +looked as if they was going to flood the market. +</P> + +<P> +Well, Slocum, he owned a third of everything, mind, an' his expression +flopped square over like a dry moon, an' stayed points up. He forgot +all those years 'at he'd been havin' the muddy end of it, an' after a +time he got 'em to call the mine "Slocum's Luck." The' wasn't no call +to hurl such an insult as that into the mouth of an honest, +hard-workin' mine, an' naturally, as soon as it was done, the mine laid +down in its tracts an' refused to give up another ounce. +</P> + +<P> +They came to a break in the lode an' couldn't find the beginnin' again. +The same twist that had hove one edge out of the ground had unjointed +the other. But they had got out a tidy sum already, an' they knew the' +must be a loose end somewhere, so they was anxious to keep their outfit +in good order. +</P> + +<P> +Slocum hadn't swelled clear out of shape with his new fortune, an' when +I made myself known to him he had give me a purty tol'able decent sort +of a job, where there was more bossin' an' responsibility than brute +labor; an' I felt kindly toward him. Winter lasted full four months out +there. It was a good ninety miles to the railroad, an' so when the +mornin's begun to get frosty every one else scooted for humanity, an' +I, bein' more or less weak-minded, took the job o' watchman, at forty a +month an' my needin's. I always was a hog for litachure, so I got a +bushel o' libraries an' started in to play it alone. +</P> + +<P> +The' wasn't a blessed thing to do, so I read 'em through by New Years, +an' got out of tobacco by the first of February. From that on I begun +to think in a circle, an' my intellect creaked like a dry axle before +the bluebirds began to sing. Quiet? I could hear the shadows crawlin' +along the side of the house. The snow was seventy-five feet deep in the +canyons, so you might say I was duty bound to stay there. As a general +rule, I don't shirk breakin' a path, but when the snow is more than +fifty feet higher than my head, I'd rather walk fourth or fifth. +</P> + +<P> +When the outfit came back in the spring I was the entire reception +committee; but I bet the' never was one more able to do its part. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap10"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER TEN +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +A WINTER AT SLOCUM'S LUCK +</H3> + +<P> +They only brought out about half a gang that summer, an' they kept them +probin' around all over the neighborhood; but though they found enough +stuff to about pay expenses, they couldn't get back on the main track. +Both the Eastern capitalists showed up along toward fall to see what +was doin', an' when it came time to knock off work, they tried to get +me to repeat my little performance as watchman. +</P> + +<P> +I thanked 'em for their trustfulness, but I politely declined the +honor. I told 'em 'at I was purty tol'able quick-witted, an' it didn't +take me four months to study out what I was goin' to say next. But I +compromised by sayin' that if they would give me two other fellers for +company I'd stay; otherwise they'd have to rustle up some poor devil +'at needed the money. They knew 'at I was reliable, so they agreed; an' +I selected out my two companions in affliction. What I mostly wanted +was a heap of variety, an' when the number is limited to two, a feller +has to be some choicy; but I reckon I got the best the' was. +</P> + +<P> +There'd been a little light-haired feller there all season, kind o' +gettin' familiar with labor, like. He was no account to work, he +couldn't even learn to tie a knot; but he talked kin' o' blotchy, an' +it was divertin' to listen to him. One day we was kiddin' him about +bein' so thumby, an' he sez, "That's right, boys, laugh while you can; +but I'll have you all between the covers of a book some day, an' then +it will be my grin. I ain't swore no everlastin' felicity to the holy +cause o' labor; I'm just gettin' local color now." +</P> + +<P> +Next day he fell into a barrel of red paint he was swobbin' on the +hotel to keep her from warpin', an' every blessed man in camp passed +out about six jokes apiece relatin' to local color. He never saddened +up none, though, just smiled sorrowful, as though he pitied us, an' +went on tanglin' up everything he touched. +</P> + +<P> +An' then there was another curious speciment there; a tall thin feller, +with one o' them lean, chinny faces. He claimed 'at he had been a show +actor, but his lungs had given out—claimed he was a tragudian, but +Great Scott! he couldn't even turn a handspring. +</P> + +<P> +He said he was recuperatin', an' he sure did hit his liquor purty hard; +but I never could make out what he expected to get out of a minin' +camp, 'cause he was full as useless as Local Color. About half the +fellers you meet strayin' around out here are a bit one-sided, but we +don't care so long as they're peaceable. When you'd guy this one a +little stout, he'd fold his arms, throw back his head, an' say, "Laugh, +varlets, laugh! Like the cracklin' o' thorns under a pot, is the +laughter of fools." This was the brand of langwidge 'at flowed from +this one, an' he wasn't no ways stingy with it. +</P> + +<P> +Well, they had kept these two at boys' jobs an' boys' wages, an' when I +offered 'em the position of deputy watchmen, they fair jumped at it. +Said Local Color, "It will be a golden opportunity to perpetuate the +seething thoughts which crowd upon my brain." Said Hamlet, "I thank +thee, sir, for this, thy proposition fair. In sooth I'll try the +cold-air cure, and in the majesty of prime-evil silence, I shall make +the snow-capped mountains echo to the wonderful rhapsodies of +Shakespeare." Well, the' was a super-abundance of cold air an' +prime-evil silence an' snow-capped mountains, an' I didn't care a hang +what he did to 'em, so long as it kept me from gettin' everlastin' sick +o' my own company. +</P> + +<P> +I never see any company yet 'at wasn't a shade better'n just my own. I +knew I could stand these two innocents for four months, an' if they got +violent I could rope an' tie 'em. When everybody begun to get ready to +pull out, I took the twenty-mule team down to town to get our needin's. +I took the children along with me, an' I sez to 'em, "Now, boys, no +drinkin' goes up above through the winter. We simply have to go out an' +get disgusted with it before we start back." +</P> + +<P> +Well, we sure had a work-out. On the sixth day Hamlet, he throws his +arm around my neck an' busts out cryin' an' sez, "Happy, it is the +inflexible destiny o' the human race to weary of all things mortal, an' +I'm dog-tired o' bein' drunk—an' 'sides, I'm busted." +</P> + +<P> +It turned out that he didn't have any advantage over me an' Locals in +this respect, so we went to the company store an' got three bushels o' +nickle libraries, enough grub to do six men six months, enough tobacco +to do twelve men a car, an' a little yeller pup 'at we give six bits +for. I didn't 'low to run any risks this deal. +</P> + +<P> +When we got back 'most everybody had pulled out, an' the roads was +beginnin' to choke up. Slocum an' the two capitalists was there waitin' +for us, but when all their stuff was loaded on the wagon the' wasn't +room for the men; so Miller, the youngest capitalist, who was a bit of +a highroller, an' had been shakin' up the coast off an' on, he took off +four trunks, an' sez to me, "Happy, if you run out of clothes, here's +four trunks-full." Then they hopped on the wagon an' left us alone in +our glory. +</P> + +<P> +I reckon, take it all in all, that was about the most florid winter I +ever put in, an' it purt' nigh spoilt me for hard work. I did the +cookin', the innocents did the chores, an' we got along as bully as a +fat bear for a while, livin' in the hotel. The' was a hundred rooms, +but we didn't use 'em all. Locals, he wrote most of the time, when he +wasn't lookin' at the ceiling an' tryin' to think. Hammy, he walked +barefoot in the snow, on' hollered at the snow-capped mountains. I read +nickle libraries, an' we didn't care a dang for the Czar of Russia, +until along toward Christmas a spark lit in my pile of litachure, an' +doggone near burned the hotel down. Then we began to feel snowed-in. +Locals had writ himself dry, Hammy was tired of listenin' to himself, +besides havin' chilblains up to his knees, an' I was half crazy, 'count +of havin' nothing to read. We didn't have a nickle between us, so we +couldn't gamble, an' I resigned my mind that when spring climbed up the +trail the 'd be two corpses an' one maniac in that cussed hotel. +</P> + +<P> +One day Hammy came stalkin' in to where me an' Locals was playin' +guess. Guess ain't never apt to be a popular pastime 'cause it has to +be played without any kind o' cheatin' whatever. The one who is it, +guesses what the other one is thinkin' of, an' if he guesses before he +falls asleep, he wins. Well, Hammy, he breaks in on our game just the +same as if we hadn't been doin' anything at all, an' I knew by his +action that the' was somethin' afoot. Whenever Hammy was ready to speak +something, he always walked like a hoss 'at was string-haltered in all +four legs. Well, he paraded up to us that day, hip action, knee action, +and instep action all workin', stopped in front of us, folded his arms, +an' sez, "Good sirs, I have conceived a fitting fete." +</P> + +<P> +"The only fate I expect is to go mad an' cut my own throat," sez +Locals; but Hammy frowned an' went on in a scoldy, indignant voice. +"When Wisdom speaks, Folly replies with jest; yet, having little choice +of company, I needs must make the best of what I have." +</P> + +<P> +Well, those two had what they called a war of wits until finally Locals +hit Hammy with a chair, which was the way most o' their discussions +ended; but it turned out that what Hammy was tryin' to say was that we +should open the trunks, dress ourselves in the clothes, an' give a +show. He said he knew parts to fit any make-ups we'd find; an' after +Locals found out what it was 'at Hammy had schemed out, he joined in +enthusiastic, an' said that if the' had never been a part writ to fit +'em yet, he could do it on the spot, an' he wasn't swamped with +business right then anyway. "Yes," I sez, "it's a great idee, an' we'll +sure draw a mammoth crowd. We'll charge 'em a library apiece an' get +enough litachure to last us a hundred years." +</P> + +<P> +"At best, sarcasm is out of season; at worst, the season 's out of it," +sez Hammy to me: "and furthermore, good friend, in life, as on the +stage, your part must be a role of actions, not of words." I used to +say over the things 'at this pair made up, until I had 'em by heart, +an' since then I've had a lot o' fun springin' 'em on strangers. They +used to speak to me as though I was a horse, and of me as though I was +part of the furniture. Hammy sez to me one day, "Me good man, you do +very well with your hands, but kindly Nature designed your head merely +for a hatrack." +</P> + +<P> +They could say these little things right off the roll, an' it allus +made me feel like a fish out o' water, somehow, but I stored 'em up in +my memory, an' I've got my worth out of 'em all right. +</P> + +<P> +We did open the trunks a week or so after this—and clothes! Well, say, +Miller sure was the dresser. The' was fifteen hats in a little trunk +built a-purpose for 'em, an' the' was all kinds of vests an' pants an' +neckties 'at a feller could imagine. But best of all was a book 'at we +found at the bottom of one o' the trunks. It was a hard-shelled book, +an' I never took much stock in that kind. When it's my turn to read a +book, a little old paper-back fits me out all right. I've been fooled +on them hard-shells too often; but this here one was a hummer. +</P> + +<P> +I ain't no tenderfoot when it comes to a book, but this one was sure +the corkin'est I ever met up with. I had allus thought 'at "Seventeen +Buckets o' Blood; or the Mormon Widder's Revenge" was about the extreme +limit in books, but this here one lays over even that. It was called +"Monte Cristo," an' had the darndest set o' Dago names in it ever a +mortal human bein' laid eyes on. I tried to mine it out by myself at +first, but pshaw, every cuss in the book had a name like an Injun town, +an' the' was about as many characters in the book as the' is on the +earth; so I delegated Hammy to read her out loud. This suited Hammy to +the limit, an' he didn't only read her—he acted her. He'd roar an' +screech an' whisper an' glare into your eyes so blame natural that a +feller never used the back of his chair from start to finish, an' twice +I was on the point of shootin' him, thinkin' it was real. +</P> + +<P> +If you ain't never read the book it'll pay you to fling up your job an' +wrastle through it. It starts out with a nice, decent young feller +sailin' home to marry his steady, but all his friends turn in an' stack +the cards on him, an' get him chucked into the rottenest dungeon in +France. He knowed how they soak it to a feller citizen in that country, +an' at first he was all for killin' himself; but after he'd studied it +over ten or twelve years, he suddenly heard a queer scratchin' noise. +</P> + +<P> +In that same prison was another prisoner, an Abbey. An Abbey is a kind +of foreman priest. Well, this Abbey wasn't one to throw out a prayer +an' then set down to wait for results, not him. He was one o' these +nervous, fretty fellers what like to do their own drivin', an' he makes +him a set o' minin' tools out of a tin saucepan an' a bed-castor, an' +runs a level from his own cell into Eddie's—an' that was the queer, +scratchin' sound that made Eddie decide not to kill himself. +</P> + +<P> +By George, if I could find a prison what had an Abbey shut up in it, +the' wouldn't be any way in the world to keep me out. This Abbey, he +cottoned to Eddie right from the start, an' durin' the next few years +they mine around in the prison till she's as holey as a Switzer cheeze; +an' durin' their leisure he edicates Eddie till he knows more'n a +college professor. +</P> + +<P> +Then the Abbey begins to have fits, an' when all the medicine 'at he +could make out of old soot an' sulphur matches an' such stuff is gone, +he gives up an' tells Eddie where he has a little holler island, chuck +full o' diamonds an' money an' such like plunder. Then he dies, an' +Eddie gets in the sack. They chain a round shot to Eddie's feet an' +hurl him off a cliff into the angry sea, an' when it comes to that part +you can't hardly breathe; but Eddie kicks off the chain, rips open the +sack, an' when he strikes the water he's a free man. +</P> + +<P> +He swims along for a couple of days until he overtakes a smuggler, an' +he climbs on board an' shows 'ern how to run their business accordin' +to Hoyle. He only stays with 'em long enough to learn all their +secrets, an' then he gives 'em the slip an' goes to his little holler +island. He pulls off the top, an' it's all so, what the Abbey told him. +Then he lifts up his hand an' he sez, sez he, "I'll be avenged!" And he +sure done it. +</P> + +<P> +He didn't believe in none o' your cheap little killin's. He gives 'em +all the range they wanted while he was fixin' up the cards; but when he +was ready to call their hands, the' was somethin' doin' every minute, +an' don't you never forget it. Oh, he was a deep one. It is creepy to +think of any one like him bein' turned loose on the earth, 'cause a +feller might do somethin' 'at didn't suit him, an' the' wasn't no place +you could hide in afterward. He kept watchin' all the while, an' nobody +couldn't commit a crime nowheres on earth but what he knew of it, an' +he'd go an' call the feller over to one side an' say, "Young man, you +are doomed to die; but if you'll promise to do anything I want you to, +I'll give the Pope, or the Emp'rer of Chinee, or whoever the main stem +happened to be, a scuttle o' diamonds an' get you free—what's the +word?" +</P> + +<P> +Well, in a few years the' wasn't half a dozen criminals in the whole +world who wasn't bound to carry out his orders, an' you can see what an +outfit he had to back him up. Some of 'em he'd make his body-servants; +but that wasn't no snap, you can bet, 'cause he was notionable to a +degree. He'd make plans for a little party, an' he'd send one man to +Siberia for a fish, an' another to Asia for a fowl, an' another to +Chinee for a bird's nest—to make soup of—an' so on. He never give his +guests nothin' to eat 'at growed in the same country the feast was to +be give in. Then he'd say to his steward, who had the hardest job of +all, "Bill"—Bill wasn't his name, but it'll do—"Bill, where did I see +that six-foot vase, made out of a single ruby?" +</P> + +<P> +An' Bill would turn pale an' say, "It was in the secret vault of the +Em'prer of Chince, your Excellency." Then Monte Cristo, he'd say, "Ah, +yes, so it was. 'Tell, go an' get it an' have it here by the +twenty-fifth day of next month." +</P> + +<P> +Well, Bill, he'd just about flicker out, an' begin to tell how it +couldn't be did; but Xlonte, he'd only look at him cold, an' say, +"Never mind the details, Bill—get the vase. If you think you need the +British Navy, why, buy it, but don't bother me. It seems to me, Bill, +'at you ought to begin gittin' on to my curves purty soon. Good-bye." +</P> + +<P> +This was the way he carried on. He'd go to a prison an' he'd say, +"Young man, you was buried to death when you was a baby, but I figgered +I could use you later on, so I had you transplanted. You come out o' +this prison, get an edication, an' on the ninth o' next June you show +up at number forty-nine, Rue de Champaign, Paris, at two fifteen P. +M.—sharp. Here's a million francs to pay expenses. Don't be a +tight-wad—the's plenty more." A franc is worth five dollars, but he +didn't give a durn for 'em. That was HIS style. +</P> + +<P> +He'd come to town an' buy a tenement house 'at wouldn't rent, because +it was haunted; an' he'd tear it all down except the rooms 'at had been +most popular to commit murder in. Then next day he'd run up a swell +mansion around these rooms—big an' gorgeous, like the Capitol at +Cheyenne, with full-grown trees from all over the world, standin' in +the front yard. Then he 'd give a party to all the substantial citizens +who had once used those rooms to commit murders in, an' he'd bring 'em +face to face with the ones they thought they had murdered—an' it was +comical to see 'em fallin' around in faints; but Monte, he'd pretend +'at he hadn't noticed anything unusual, an' he'd get 'em a glass of +wine an' make 'em face the torture, till it gives a feller a cold +sweat, just to read about it. +</P> + +<P> +You might think that a man runnin' for congress in this country has a +hard time sinkin' his reputation; but the way 'at Monte Cristo mined +around in a feller's past was enough to scare a cat out of a cellar. +They don't run things over in France like they do here; they make +Counts an' Markusses an' Bankers out of the bad men, an' slap the +innocent ones into dungeons to keep 'em from gettin' spoilt. But this +didn't suit Monte for a minute; so when he gets the gang all settin' up +in front of him like a herd o' tenpins he sez, "Let her go!" an' you +ought to have seen 'em drop. +</P> + +<P> +He don't do none o' the dirty work himself—no more prisons for him. He +just goes around like a Sunday-school director at Christmas time, while +his enemies turn to an' poison an' stab an' mutilate each other in a +way to turn a butcher pale; but his favorite plan is to make 'em go +insane an' have their hair turn white in a single night. That got to be +his private brand. +</P> + +<P> +Well, Hammy read the book to us so natural that we all slept in one bed +for company; but it cheered us a heap, an' we begun to feel rich, +ourselves, an' talked about millions as easy an' natural as though we +each had little holler islands of our own. Miller was about my size, so +'at all his clothes fit me like the skin on a potato. Hammy was a +leetle too tall an' thin, and Locals, a foot or so short; but they +fished out a couple of swell outfits too. +</P> + +<P> +We found a lot of empty check-books, an' used to play draw, settlin' at +night by check. It was purty good fun for a while—until we woke up. +Hammy owed me ten million francs an' Locals was into me for fifteen. I +offered to give 'em a receipt in full if they'd give me their interest +in the yeller pup. As long as the pup had three bosses he wouldn't mind +no one, an' I wanted to teach him somethin' besides eatin' an' sleepin; +but them two cusses wouldn't sell out at the price. When I saw that a +hundred an' twenty-five million dollars wouldn't buy two-thirds of a +seventy-five cent pup, I understood what the spell-binders mean by a +debased currency, an' I felt hurt an' lonesome again. +</P> + +<P> +One day Hammy stacked himself in front of a window an' began to talk +about the gloomy ghastliness of solitude, until me an' Locals couldn't +stand it no longer, an' we heaved him out into a drift. Under ordinary +circumstances he would have rolled his eyes, pulled his hair, an' +ranted around about the base ungratitude of man; but this time he +looked up to the sky an' hollered, "Come out here quick! Hurry up! COME +ON!" +</P> + +<P> +We went out, an' the' was somethin' a-floatin' away up yonder, lookin' +like a flyspeck on a new tablecloth. "What is it?" asked Hammy. "Is it +a bird?" asked Locals. Under such conditions I never say nothin' until +I have somethin' to say, so we stood an' gazed. In about ten minutes we +all shouted together, "It's a balloon!" +</P> + +<P> +An' by jinks, that's what it was. We hollered an' fired off guns, an' +after a while it settled down an' lodged in a tree. The' was only one +man in it, but he was dyked out in Sunday clothes, an' purt' nigh froze +to death. We fed an' warmed him, an' he was about as much surprised at +us as we was at him. I was wearin' a Prince Albert coat an' a high plug +hat, Locals had on a white flannel yachtin' rig, an' Hammy was sportin' +a velvet suit with yeller leggin's an' a belt around the waist. After +we had fitted him out with a pipe he sez, "Gentlemen, I may possibly be +able to repay you at some future time. I am Lord Arthur Cleighton, +second son of the Earl o' Clarenden." +</P> + +<P> +When he registered himself thus, I see Locals an' Hammy open their +eyes, an' I knew 'at we had landed somethin' purty stately. +</P> + +<P> +"I am pleased to meet you, me lord," sez Hammy, in his most gorgeous +manner. "I am Gene De Arcy. You may have heard of my father, the +multimillionaire." +</P> + +<P> +Locals, he looked at Lord Arthur, an' see that Hammy's bluff had stuck, +so he girded up his loins an' sez, "Sir, it gives me great pleasure to +make your acquaintance. My uncle, Silas Martin, the late copper king, +has just died, leavin' me as his sole heir; an' I have been seein' a +bit of my own country, preparatory to a prolonged trip around the +world." +</P> + +<P> +Lord Arthur, he jumps to his feet an' shakes hands with 'em, tellin' +'em to just cut out his title, as he was a simple Democrat while in the +United States. +</P> + +<P> +I hardly knew what to do. I didn't hold openers, an' yet if I didn't +draw some cards an' see it out I stood to lose entirely. I had been +corralin' a heap o' city langwidge since I had been cooped up with +Locals an' Hammy, but my heart failed me. I knew I was still some shy +on society manners; but I also knew 'at the' was a heap o' bluffin' +goin' on, so I stuck up my bet an' called. +</P> + +<P> +"Artie," I sez, holdin' out my hand, "you 're the first lord my eyes +has ever feasted on; but I like you—you're game. It ain't many 'at +will own up to bein' a Democrat these days, not even in the secrecy of +the ballot box, but here in Nevada you're safe. Pa has just retired +from business, leavin' me this little mine; but it only pays about ten +million a year now, so I've made up my mind not to bother with it, but +to shut it down an' go on a tour of the world with my two friends here. +I never cared much for school, so this will be a good way to finish my +edication. We was up here last fall seein' that things was closed in +proper order, an' waited for the watchman to come up from below, when +we expected to drive down to our special train an' start for Paris. But +the snow came unexpected, and the expected watchman failed to come; and +here we are, with no food fit for a human, an' all our servants in the +special train, ninety miles away." +</P> + +<P> +When I begun my oration Locals and Hammy leaned forward, holdin' their +breath; but when they see 'at I wasn't turnin' out no schoolboy article +of a lie, they settled back with a long sigh, an' I could tell by their +faces 'at they were takin' pride in my work. They was about the best +qualified judges o' that kind o' work I ever met up with, an' I'll own +'at I never felt prouder in my life 'an I did when Hammy slapped me on +the back as soon as I finished an' sez to Artie, "Me Lord, this is a +typical American. He plans his life on larger things than rules; but +you can depend on him—yea, though the heavens fall, you can depend on +Jack here." +</P> + +<P> +I was glad we didn't have any liquor there, or like as not we'd 'a' +burned the hotel down just for a lark. We was so full of that doggone +Monte Cristo book that we believed our own lies as easy as Artie did, +an' begun to talk to each other like we was society folks at a banquet. +</P> + +<P> +But Artie was a good, decent sort of a chap, as common as we were, when +we got to know him. He never kicked none on the grub, an' his appetite +was a thing to make preparations for; but, as Locals said, his high +descent came out the minute he was brought face to face with work—he +didn't recognize it. Now he didn't try to dodge it, nor he didn't +apologize for not doing it; he just didn't seem to know the' was such a +thing. It never occurred to him that the only way to have clean dishes +was to wash dirty ones. Hammy and Locals, those freeborn sons of +Independence, was glad an' proud to have the chance to wait on him; but +I must confess that the day he sat by the fire with a pile of wood +within reachin' distance, an' let the fire go out, I grew a trifle +loquacious about it. +</P> + +<P> +Hammy overheard me mutterin' to myself in a voice 'at could be heard +anywhere in the hotel, an' he drew me to one side an' sez, "Hush, +presumptuous peasant; for all you know the blood of Alfred flows within +his veins." +</P> + +<P> +"That ain't my fault," sez I; "but some of it will flow down this +mountain side if he don't begin stayin' awake daytimes." +</P> + +<P> +Still, all in all, he was a likeable young feller an' the' ain't no +doubt but what he saved us from bein' lonesome any more. He said 'at +this balloon had been exhibited in Los Angeles, an' he had got into it +just for fun; but the rope had parted an' he had been fifteen hours on +the way. It was only by luck 'at he had happened to have his overcoat +along. +</P> + +<P> +He had four or five newspapers, which he had tied around his feet to +keep 'em warm, but nare a library; so after we had lied our +imaginations sore for a week or so, we fell back on draw, settlin' by +checks at night. By a dazzling piece of luck Artie had his money in the +same New York bank 'at Miller had, so he could use our checks, an' +things began to brighten. Three of us were playin' for real money, an' +the other feller thought he was—it was genuine poker, an' the stiffest +game I ever sat in. +</P> + +<P> +Time didn't drag none now. Artie knew the game, an' it kept me in a +sweat to beat him. White chips was a hundred dollars apiece; but we bet +colored ones mostly, to keep from litterin' up the table. Spring began +to loosen up about the first of March, an' by that time Artie owed me +two million real dollars. Locals an' Hammy was into me for close to a +billion, but I didn't treasure their humble offerings much, 'ceptin' as +pipe-lighters. We was keyed up to a high pitch by this time, an' was +beginnin' to get thin and ringey about the eyes. Artie from losin', me +from longin' for the time to come when I should start out to be a +little Monte Cristo on my own hook, an' Locals an' Hammy, from pityin' +Artie an' envyin' me. +</P> + +<P> +On the twenty-fifth of March a wagon-load of grub an' four men came out +to get things started. I see 'em comin' up the grade, an' I piked down +an' told'em 'at I had landed a good thing, an' to just treat me as the +boss for a few days an' I'd make it all right with 'em. +</P> + +<P> +When Artie saw the new men he turned pale about the gills. He owed me +close to three millions, an' blame if I didn't feel a little sorry for +him. Still, I'd played fair all the while, an' I 'lowed 'at the Earl o' +Clarenden could stand it, and I needed the money a heap more'n some who +might 'a' won it. +</P> + +<P> +When old Bill Sykes came in to report to me I was wearin' a plug hat on +the back o' my head an' sportin' a white vest an' a red necktie, so I +looked enough like the real thing to make it easy for him to act his +part. He came in an' blurted out, right while we was boostin' up a +jack-pot. "That'll do, me good man," sez I, "wait until this hand is +played." Bill, he took off his hat an' stood humble until Artie had +scooped in a hundred thousand dollars, an' then I told Bill he might +talk. +</P> + +<P> +"The watchman was found froze to death, Mr. Hawkins," sez Bill to me +mighty respectful, "an' your train waited until two relief parties had +been drove back by storms, an' then it pulled out for 'Frisco. We are +all ready to take charge here, an' as soon as you wish you can drive +down in the wagon an' telegraph for the train." +</P> + +<P> +Bill backed out bowin', an' we made plans to emigrate a little. I +promised Locals an' Hammy a generous rake-off, an' we fixed to have a +tol'able fair time as soon as I cashed in. +</P> + +<P> +Next mornin' I found a letter addressed to Mr. John Hawkins, Esq. Artie +wasn't around, but Locals an' Hammy was, so I opened the letter an' +read it. This here is the letter. It's one o' my greatest treasures. +</P> + +<BR> + +<P CLASS="letter"> +"GENTLEMEN,—You have all treated me fine an' I hate to skin out +without saying good-bye but I have not the nerve. I have lied to you +all the time. I am not a real lord at all. My father was gardener at +Clarenden Castle an' I was under groom at St. James Court. When the +younger son came to this country, I came with him but left him an' +became a waiter in New York City. I went to an excursion to Long Branch +an' got to flirting with a widow just for pastime. She dogged my life +after that and my wife is something terrible so I took her and came to +Los Angeles. We was as happy as any one could be with a wife like mine +until the widow showed up. Then I stood between two fires and either +one of them was hell so I got into the balloon and cut the rope +expecting to drift over into Mexico. You are all rich and will not need +the money but I always play fair and I hate to skin out this way; +<BR><BR> + "yours truly<BR> + "L. A. C.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="letter"> +"P.S. It was all I could do to keep from helping with the work 'cause +some of your cooking was rotten and you did not wash the dishes clean +but I knew if I worked you would not think me a real lord. I hope some +day I may be able to repay you for all your kindness." +</P> + +<BR> + +<P> +I didn't say a word after I finished readin' the letter. I had fallen +too far to have any breath left for talkin'; but Hammy an' Locals +unbosomed their hearts something terrible. +</P> + +<P> +"A murrian on the filthy swine!" sez Hammy, after he began to quiet +down a little. "I would I had his treacherous throat within my grasp, +that I might squeeze his inky soul back to the lower depths from whence +he sprung." +</P> + +<P> +"Hush, you punkin headed peasant," sez I. "The' 's just as much of +Alfred's blood flowin' through his veins now as the' ever was." +</P> + +<P> +"'T is not the money I have lost that makes me mad," sez Locals. "It's +finding out that a man can become so degenerate that he will impose +upon the very ones who save his life—deceive them, lie to them!" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, he ain't the only liar 'at was ever in this hotel," sez I; "an' +when it comes to the money YOU'VE lost, that'd be a small matter to get +mad over. He risked just as much money as we did, an' if he'd 'a' won, +he wouldn't 'a' won a cent more." +</P> + +<P> +After a while they grew more resigned in their langwidge; but after we +had driven down to town without finding him, Hammy sez, "In sooth 't is +bitter truth that all the world's a stage; yet Fate, however cruel, +never decreed that I should play the second season, as servile server +to a worn out mine—my health is all right again, an' I'm goin' back +where a feller gets paid decent wages for makin' a fool of himself." +</P> + +<P> +Suddenly Locals gave a yell of joy and shouted, "My fortune's made! I +can take this thing and have a runaway boy and a lost orphan and a rich +uncle and a villanous cousin, and write the novel of the age about it." +</P> + +<P> +"No, no!" sez Hammy, catchin' the excitement, "tragedy—make it a +tragedy. It is for the stage! Think of them lost without food and the +balloon coming into sight! Think of the scenic effects, the low music +as the orphan kneels in the middle of the stage and prays that the +balloon may bring them food; and then have the villanous cousin in the +balloon—" +</P> + +<P> +Well, they purt' nigh fought about it, and they were still at it when I +left them. The tingle of spring in the air made me wild to get back to +the range again. I thought of little Barbie and what a great girl she +must be by this time. I thought of the big-eyed winter calves huggin' +up to their mothers and wonderin' what it all meant. I thought of old +Mount Savage, and all of a sudden somethin' seemed pullin' at my breast +like a rope, an' I drew down my winter wages, an' set out for the +no'th, eager as a hound pup on his first hunt. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap11"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER ELEVEN +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +DRESS REFORM AT THE DIAMOND DOT +</H3> + +<P> +I've heard it called Christian fortitude, an' I've heard it called +Injun stoickcism, an' I've heard it called bulldog grit; but it's a +handy thing to have, no matter what it is. I mean the thing that keeps +a feller good company when the' 's a hurtin' in his heart that he never +quite forgets. A little child away from home an' just sick to go back, +a man who has to grit his teeth an'—but no, the first expresses the +feelin' better—a child, homesick, but keepin' a stiff upper lip; and +it don't make much difference what the age, that's a condition 'at +nobody ever outgrows. +</P> + +<P> +Well, all the years I'd been away the' was a little empty sore spot in +my heart that I couldn't quite forget; but I never aired it none, an' I +don't believe I knew myself how big it was, until I left Slocum's Luck +behind me an' headed for the Diamond Dot. Then I spread a grin on my +face that nothin' wouldn't wipe off, an' I stepped so high an' light +that I was like a nervous man goin' barefoot through a thistle patch. I +was headed for home; an' even a mule that gets dressed down regular +with the neck-yoke gives a little simmer of joy when he's headed toward +home, while a dog,—well, a dog will just naturally joyful himself all +over when the trail doubles back on itself, an' a dog ain't no parlor +loafer, neither, if I'm any judge. +</P> + +<P> +Why, for two years I hadn't polished a saddle, an' I whistled like a +boy when I pictured to myself the feel of a hoss under me. The' 's +somethin' about feelin' a hoss's strength slide into your legs an' up +through your body that must be a good deal like the sensation a saint +enjoys the first fly he takes with his new wings. A little pop-eyed +drug merchant was out here on a tour oncet, an' he asked me the usual +list of blame-fool questions, about what we et an' where we washed an' +if it didn't make us ache to sleep on the hard ground, an so on. When I +had made answers to his queries accordin' to the amount of information +I thought it wise to load him with, he shakes his head solemn like an' +sez, "I do not see where you get any compensation for such a life as +this." +</P> + +<P> +"We don't get any compensation," sez I, "but look at all the hoss-back +ridin' we get to make up for it." +</P> + +<P> +An' there I was with the spring drippin' all about me, the plains +standin' beckonin' to me on every side, just coaxin' to be rode over, +an' me walkin' on foot with flat-heeled boots on! +</P> + +<P> +I had rode out on Sam Cutler's freighter to within' twenty miles o' the +ranch house, an' I built a little fire an' unrolled my blankets; but I +couldn't sleep. I just lay lookin' up at the stars an' tryin' to +imagine what Barbie looked like an' whether Starlight was still at the +ranch, an' every now an' again I tried to decide as to whether I'd grin +or he haughty when I first spied Jabez. I was some anxious to come upon +Barbie first. I knew she'd be glad to see me, but I was rather leery +about Jabez. He would 'a' welcomed a projical son of his own as often +as occasion offered, but he wasn't just the sort of a man to be a +public welcomer. I couldn't picture him puttin' up a sign sayin', +"Projical sons turn to the left. If chicken is proferred to veal, shoot +in the air twice when you get within a mile of the house." +</P> + +<P> +But I was too much elated to worry much, an' along about one o'clock I +rolled up my blankets, kicked out my fire, an' started to drill. When +the sun rose I was in sight of the ranch house, an' the sun seemed to +throw an arm around my shoulder an' go skippin' along by my side—an' I +did skip now an' again. +</P> + +<P> +When I got about a mile from the house I came upon Jabez, walkin' slow +an' lookin' down-hearted. He hadn't changed a mite in the five +years—in fact from what I could see he hadn't even changed his +clothes; so for a moment I thought his sour look was the same ill humor +I'd left him in; an' then I saw it was more serious, an' my heart +stopped with a thump. +</P> + +<P> +He looked up just then an' we stared at each other without speakin'. +"Ain't you dead?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"No I ain't," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"We heard you was," sez he; "killed in a muss over at Danders." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't believe it," sez I, "an' besides, I ain't been in Danders for +over seven years." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, then, what made you stay away so long for?" sez he, sort o' +snappy. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't remember you sheddin' any tears when I left, an' I don't +recall you beggin' me to hurry back," sez I. I was pleased at the way I +was bein' received an' I meant to make him show his hand. +</P> + +<P> +"You know as well as I do that things allus go better on this ranch +when you're here." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"An' you know 'at I don't like to beg no man to do anything; but you +ought to see that I know that you're the usefullest man I ever had, an' +you oughtn't to be so fly-uppity," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Now see here, Jabez," sez I, "you're one o' the kind o' men who never +own up 'at a man was fit to live until after he's dead. You're like +some o' these Easterners—they get so everlastin' entranced with the +beautiful scenery that they forget to water their ridin' hosses. I +don't ask no special favors, but I ain't so mortal thick-skinned +myself, an' you ought to learn sometime that there is hosses 'at work +better when they're not beat up an' yelled at." +</P> + +<P> +"Are you goin' to stay this time?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"As long as it's agreeable—all around," sez I. "Is everything goin' +smooth?" +</P> + +<P> +The down-hearted look came into his eyes again. "She won't speak to +me," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"You don't mean to say 'at you've gone an' got married," sez I, "or +that you are tryin' to?" +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't such a fool," he snaps. "It's Barbie, I mean." +</P> + +<P> +"How long has this been goin' on?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"This is the fourth meal," sez he; an' he was so solemn about it that I +was some inclined to snicker, but then it flashed upon me that when I +left, the child was all het up over the letter she'd found in the +attic, and I sobered an' sez, "Is it something 'at's goin' to be hard +to smooth over?" +</P> + +<P> +"I don't see how the deuce it's ever goin' to be smoothed over," sez +Jabez, desperately. +</P> + +<P> +"Would you feel like sort o' hintin' what it was about?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, it's about the way she acts," sez Jabez. "Confound it, Happy, +she's the best gal child ever was on this earth, I reckon, but she +don't want to be one, an' she won't act like it, an' she—she won't +dress like it. Every time I argue with her she beats me to it, an' I'm +plumb stumped. Yesterday I told her she had to take 'em off an' wear +dresses, an' she did; but now she won't speak to me." +</P> + +<P> +"You mean that you said that she was never to argue with you again?" +sez I, indignant. +</P> + +<P> +"No, I mean that I sez she must take those confounded buckskin pants +off! She's big enough now to begin to train to become a woman—not a +man." +</P> + +<P> +I had to grin a little, but even though it didn't seem as skeptical to +me as it did to him, I saw he might be right about it. Still, I wasn't +goin' to take sides without hearin' all the evidence, so I sez, "Is she +healthy, Jabez?" +</P> + +<P> +"Healthy?" he sez. "Why, that child could winter through without +shelter an' come out in the spring kickin' up her heels an' snortin'." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, that much is in her favor," sez I. "Is she good at her studies?" +</P> + +<P> +"Where you been that you haven't heard about it?" sez he. "Last winter +she out-ciphered an' out-spelt the schoolmarm, an' she fuddled up one +o' these missionary preachers till he didn't know where he was at. She +has been studyin' about all kinds o' things, an' she cornered him up on +the first chapter o' Genesis. She lined out the school-marm first, an' +the schoolmarm came an' told me that she was an infidel—the' ain't no +sense in havin' women teach school, Happy. You can't reason with 'em +an' you can't fight with 'em an' they just about pester a body to +death. I don't see how Barbie stands it." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, what did you do about her bein' an infidel?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I couldn't do anything to the teacher except tell her what I thought +of her; but next Sunday I had Barbie read to me the first chapter o' +Genesis. Did you ever read it, Happy?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," sez I, "I read all of that book an' most of the next one. Me an' +another feller had a dispute about the Bible one time, an' he said it +was the best readin' the' was, an' I said it was too dry. He read me +about a feller in it named Samson, who was full o' jokes an' the +strongest man ever was, I reckon, before he let that Philistine woman +loco him, an' he read about another feller, just a mite of a boy, who +killed a giant with a slingshot in front of an army which had made fun +of him an' was all ready to give in to the giant, an' he read me some +poems about mountains; an' I had to give in that the Bible was the +greatest book ever was. That was up at a little ranch in Idaho, an' he +was goin' to read it all to me an' explain what it meant,—he was full +edicated, this feller was, an' had a voice as soft as a far-off bell, +an' an eye that seemed to reach right out an' shake hands with ya,—but +one day when I was away a posse surprised him, an' though he potted two +of 'em they finally put him out. He left me his Bible with a note in it +which said that he had killed the man all right an' that he would do it +again under the circumstances; but he couldn't tell a word in his own +defense 'count of mixin' in a woman. We never found out a word about +it, not even where the posse came from. Well, afterward I tried to read +it alone; but I couldn't make any headway. For one thing, the' 's too +many pedigrees to keep track of, an' the names are simply awful. I +don't want to be profane nor nothin', but hanged if I think the +Children of Israel was square enough to deserve all the heavenly favors +they got; so I finally gave up tryin' to read it. But what about you +an' Barbie?" +</P> + +<P> +"Well," sez he, "I'd read the Bible clean through from cover to cover +an' I never saw anything unreasonable in it, so I thought I could set +Barbie right without any trouble. She read the first chapter, an' by +that time I was runnin' for cover an' yellin' for help. The' ought to +be something done about that book, it ain't right to try an' raise a +child to be honest, an' tell 'em that they must believe the Bible, an' +then have 'em find out what the Bible really sez." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, what about it?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, it sez that the' was light an' darkness an' evenin' an' mornin' +on the first day; on the third day the' was all kinds o' grass an' +herbs yieldin' seeds, an' fruit trees yieldin' fruit; but the' wasn't +no sun or stars until the fourth day. Now how could you have evenings +an' mornings an' grass an' fruit trees without sunshine? You know that +wouldn't work, an' when she put it up to me I simply threw up my hands, +an' sent Spider Kelley with the buckboard to hunt up this missionary +preacher. He was long-haired an' pius, an' when I saw him I felt purty +sure he could straighten it out; but he wasn't game. Barbie argued fair +an' square, an' he lost his temper an' called her an infidel an' a +heretic an' a nagnostic; but she pulled a lot o' books on him, an' he +couldn't understand 'em an' blasphemed 'em something terrible; but he +see he was whipped, an' just simply ran away. I felt mighty bad about +Barbie bein' an infidel until Friar Tuck came around. You remember +Friar Tuck—the one they call an Episcolopian?" Course I remembered +Friar Tuck. Everybody knew him an' he was about as easy to forget as a +stiff neck—though for different reasons. Preachers are about as +different as other humans to begin with, but the women seem more +unanimously bent on spoilin' 'em; so as a general rule I wade in purty +careful when I 'm startin' an acquaintance with a strange one, but I +did know that this here one was all to the right, an' his time belonged +to any one who demanded it. This made him purty wearin' on hosses, an' +when one would give out on him he'd just turn it loose an' rope another +'thout makin' any preliminary about it; all the explanation a body got +was just seein' a tired, stray pony eatin' grass. The first time he +tried that game they gathered up a posse an' ran him down; but he +pulled a Bible on 'em showin' where he got his commission from, threw a +sermon into 'em 'at converted two an' made one other sign the pledge, +an' that put an end to any unsolicited interference in his line o' +work. He was a big man with two right hands, an' some one gave him the +name of Friar Tuck out of a book, an' he was known by it the whole +country over. +</P> + +<P> +I nodded my head: "Did the Friar get fainty about Barbie bein' a +heretic?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"No, he didn't," sez Jabez, "he just laughed when I told him about it, +an' he an' Barbie, they wrangled over it for a long time; but he played +fair. When he didn't know the answer he owned up to it, an' then he +told her that the Bible was written by a lot of different men, an' that +the spirit of it was inspired; but that the' wasn't any words ever +invented that could describe creation; because the origin of life was a +thing 'at man wasn't wise enough to comprehend, an' that all the +scientific books ever written couldn't come any nearer to it than that +first chapter of Genesis, which had been written ages ago when the old +Earth was still in its childhood." +</P> + +<P> +"How did Barbie get around this?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, she didn't have much to say; he didn't climb up on a perch an' +call her names, he just sat there by her side like they was both +children together; an' then he took some of her books an' explained +things she didn't understand an' pointed out things 'at other +scientists didn't believe in, an' he actually said 'at he believed that +after they had examined the earth all over, inside an' out with a +magnifyin' glass, every last scientist the' was would be willin' to +admit that it must have been created some way or another; and that we'd +all be the better for the work these scientists was doin', but that she +mustn't confuse the word with the spirit, for it was the spirit which +giveth life. He's an A I man, Friar Tuck is; but when I offered him +twice as much a year as he's gettin' to stay an' teach her, he just +laughed again, an' said that I wasn't in no position to double the kind +o' wages he was workin' for. I was a little put out at this, but Barbie +said he was talkin' in parables." +</P> + +<P> +"Was she wearin' the buckskin pants when he was here?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, she was, an' I didn't much like the way he acted about that. At +first he thought she was a boy, an' it made me hot; but he sez to me, +'Didn't God create man first?' I owned up that he did. 'Well, then,' +said he, 'let this child develop the man side of her first, so that she +may have strength an' courage for all her journey.' Everything that man +sez has the ring o' truth in it, an' I didn't have much of a come-back, +except to say that she was overdoing it. He called Barbie over to him +an' looked into her eyes an' put his big hand on her head an' afterward +he sez to me, 'You needn't worry; soon enough a soul which is all woman +will stand before you and ask questions which will make you long for +these days back again. Give her all the time she will take.'" +</P> + +<P> +"What else did he say?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, he asked me if I had ever noticed a litter of pups. I said I +had, and he wanted to know if the' was much difference in the way they +played. I owned up that the' wasn't. Then he looked sort o' worried an' +asked me if I had ever found any of 'em to get their sex mixed up bad +enough to have the tangle last through life. I had to admit that I +never had, an' he laughed at me good an' proper—but his laughs never +hurt. I didn't mind about her wearin' the buckskins after that so much." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, then, what made you rear up about 'em yesterday?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I hired a new man when she was out ridin',—day before yesterday it +was,—an' when she came in he thought she was a boy an' kind o' got +gay, an' she panned him out; an' he cussed her an' she drew a gun on +him an' made him take it back, an' he might o' taken some spite out on +her before he found out she was a girl. She is too sizey now, an' +confound it, leggin's an' a short skirt ought to satisfy any +female—but now she won't speak to me, an' I can't go back on my order, +so I don't see how we're goin' to straighten it out." +</P> + +<P> +I pertended to be mad. "Jabez," I sez, "I do wish I could come back to +this ranch just once an' find it runnin' smooth. Here I come all the +way from Nevada just to see it once again, an' I find the boss an' his +daughter ain't on speakin' terms, an' I have to stand palaverin' for a +solid hour without anything bein' asked about my appetite, an' me just +finishin' a twenty-mile walk." +</P> + +<P> +"By George, I'm sorry!" sez Jabez. "But hang it, Happy, you ought to +savvy this place well enough by this time to know 'at no human ever has +to set up an' beg for food. I'm glad to see you 'cause the little girl +does set a heap by you, an' you seem to have a way o' straightenin' out +the kinks. While you're eatin' breakfast see if you can't think up some +way to get her to talkin' again." We started to walk to the house, an' +I sez, "just what was your orders about these buckskins?" +</P> + +<P> +"I told her to take 'em off at once an' throw 'em out the window, sez +he. +</P> + +<P> +"Did she do it?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"She allus obeys orders when she drives me to issue 'em—but I allus +get a sting out of it, some way or other. This time I issued the order +at the supper table, an' she went upstairs to her room, stuffed the +suit full o' pillows, stood in the window, an' screamed until me an' +the boys ran out to see what was the matter. Then she threw the figger +out an' we thought she had jumped, an' I made a fool o' myself. It's +playin' with fire every time you cross her, but she allus obeys orders. +Still, it's tarnation hard to be her father—not that I'd trade the job +for any other in the country, at that." +</P> + +<P> +I had to chuckle inward all the way to the house, an' just before we +arrived to it I purt' nigh exploded. Here come a figger, heavily veiled +an' wearin' a shapeless sort of a dress affair made out of a bedquilt +an' draggin' behind on the ground. It walked along slow an' dignified, +like some sort of a heathen ghost, an' when it came to a pebble in the +path it would walk around it an' not step over, all the time holdin' a +hand lookin' glass to see that her toe didn't show. I just took one +side-eye at Jabez an' his face looked like a storm cloud at a picnic; +but when Barbie see who I was she tore off the veil, gathered up her +skirts, an' yelled, "Happy! Happy Hawkins, is it really you?" +</P> + +<P> +"I'm ready to take my oath on it, madame," sez I, not crackin' a smile; +"but if I might make so bold, who are you?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, Happy, we thought you was dead," said she, with a little catch in +her voice that made me wink a time or two. "Where have you been all +these years, an' why didn't you come back to us?" +</P> + +<P> +She stood lookin' into my eyes, half tender an' half cross, an' I +couldn't help but try her out to see which would win. "I didn't know +for sure that I'd be welcome," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh. Happy!" she sez; an' she threw her arms around my neck an' kissed +me, an' then we went in to breakfast. I answered her questions between +bites, an' as soon as we'd finished I proposed we'd go for a ride. "I +haven't crossed a saddle for two years," sez I. "Is Starlight here yet?" +</P> + +<P> +"Well I should say he is, and fat an' bossy," sez she. "The' hasn't +airy another body but me rode him neither. I divide my ridin' between +him an' Hawkins, just ridin' a colt now an' again to keep from gettin' +careless." Then she stopped an' looked down at the thing she was +wearin' an' said, sadly, "But I reckon my ridin' days are over." +</P> + +<P> +"Alas, yes," sez I, usin' Hammy's most solemn voice, "Old Age has set +his seal upon your brow, an' I can see you sitting knitting by the fire +for your few remainin' days." +</P> + +<P> +"Where did you learn to talk that way?" sez she, quick as a wink. So I +told her of my winter at Slocum's Luck, an' she asked me a million +questions about Hammy an' Locals. When I was through she sat silent for +a while an' then she sez, "Happy, I'm goin' to see more o' the world +than just this ranch some day." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, the' ain't much of it that's a whole lot better—an' I've seen +it about all," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"You seen it about all?" sez she, scornful; "why, you haven't seen the +inside of one real house." +</P> + +<P> +I glanced around, but she snaps in, "This ain't a house, this is just +shelter from the elements. I'm goin' to see mansions an' palaces, an' +I'm goin' to see 'em from the inside too." +</P> + +<P> +"Have you ever read Monte Cristo?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"No," sez she. +</P> + +<P> +"Then don't you do it," sez I. "Your head's about as far turned now as +your neck'll stand, an' what you ought to do is to learn how to cook +an' sew." +</P> + +<P> +She looked at me with her eyes snappin', but in a second her face broke +into a grin. "The' ain't a mite o' use in your tryin' that," sez she. +"You like me just as I am, an' you don't need to feel it's your duty to +work in any that teacher stuff. Gee, but I'm glad you came back It +looks as if me an' Dad is in for a long siege of it this time, an' +you'll keep me from gettin' lonesome." +</P> + +<P> +"Not the right answer," sez I. "I'm goin' to leave tomorrow." +</P> + +<P> +Her face grew long in a minute, when she see I meant it. "Happy—you +don't really mean that, do you?" +</P> + +<P> +"Barbie," I sez, "I had to leave before, or take sides. Well, you an' +the boss are warrin' again; I can't fight you, an' I won't side again +him. You don't leave me any choice—I just have to go away again." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I don't want you to go away again," she sez. "You allus find more +in things than the rest of 'em ever do, an' I want you to tell me all +about those two queer men you spent the winter with, an' to teach me +just the way the one you call Hammy used his voice. Happy, you just +can't go away again." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't want to go away again," sez I, an' I was down-right in earnest +by this time, "but you make me. Barbie, you are hard-hearted. You know +that your father thinks the world of you—" +</P> + +<P> +"He don't think one speck more of me than I do of him," she snaps in. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, but he's different," I sez. "He's your father, an' he has to +guide and correct you." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, he don't have to throw in my teeth that I'm a girl every tine I +want to do anything." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm disappointed in you," I sez to her in a hard voice. "I thought +that you would be game, but you're not." +</P> + +<P> +"What ain't I game about?" sez she. +</P> + +<P> +"You're ashamed of bein' a girl," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't," sez she. "I'm glad I'm a girl, an' I want to tell you that +the' 's been just about as many heroines as heros too. I don't mean +just these patient women who put up with things; I mean heroines in +history. Look at Joan of Arc!" +</P> + +<P> +"I never heard of her before," sez I, "but I reckon she must have been +Noah's wife." She breaks in an' tells me the story of the French farm +girl who got to be the leader of an army and whipped the king of +England an' was finally burned; an' then, naturally, became a heroine +an' a saint. +</P> + +<P> +"She didn't wear boys clothes, did she?" I sez, thinkin' I had her. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, she did!" sez Barbie. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, she ought to be ashamed of herself," I said; but I knew I was +gettin' the worst of it, so I changes the subject. "But speakin' about +the Ark," sez I, "there's another example of your obstinacy. When I +went away from here you was fussin' with the school-teachers because +they said this whole earth was once under water, an' now I find you +cuttin' around an' linin' out missionary-preachers because you ain't +suited with the way the Bible was wrote. It looks to me as if you ought +to get old enough sometime to realize 'at you ain't nothin' but a +child. Your father is willin' to give you a fair show; he don't ask you +to act like a girl, all he wants is for you to look like one." +</P> + +<P> +"If I have to wear a skirt, you know mighty well I can't ride," sez she. +</P> + +<P> +"You don't have to wear a thing like what you have on now," I sez. "Why +don't you get over your pout an' be sensible. He never asks you to +humble yourself. All you need is to do what he wants, an' he'll drop it +at once." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," sez she, "all I need to do is to give up my independence an' +he'll think I'm a nice little girl." +</P> + +<P> +"Why don't you figger out some kind of a dress that would look like a +girl's and—and work like a boy's?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +She sat thinkin' for a minute an' then sez, "That wouldn't be a +complete surrender, that would only be a compromise; an' I'd be mighty +glad to do it if the' was only some way." +</P> + +<P> +"Where's that picture of the girl who whipped the king?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +She ran an' got it, an' it was a dandy lookin' girl all right,—it +looked a little mite like Barbie herself,—but she was wearin' clothes +'at most folks would think undesirable; they was made out of iron an' +covered with cloth. +</P> + +<P> +"You don't want to wear any such thing as that, Barbie," sez I, "it +would be too blame hot, an' that bedquilt thing's bad enough." +</P> + +<P> +"That's what they used to fight in," sez she. +</P> + +<P> +"They must 'a' been blame poor shots," sez I. "Why, I could shoot 'em +through those eye-holes as fast as they came up, an' she don't even +wear any head part with hers." Then an idea struck me: "But why don't +you make a suit like her outside one?" sez I. "It comes below her knees +an' yet she can ride in it all right." +</P> + +<P> +Well, we got old Melisse to help us, an' by four o'clock the thing was +done. We had used up some dark-green flannel that Jabez had bought to +have a dress made of, an' which she had kicked on. She took it up to +her room an' I went out to find Jabez. I told him that she was always +willin' to give in when any honorable way was pointed out, an' he was +the tickledest man in the West. He went in to supper four times before +it was ready, but when it finally was ready Barbie wouldn't come down. +</P> + +<P> +Melisse went after her an' come back sayin' that Barbie didn't feel +hungry an' was goin' to wait until after dark an' then wear it outdoors. +</P> + +<P> +"What nonsense!" sez Jabez. "Here she's been wearin' regular buckskin +pants, an' now she fusses up about what you say is a half dress. You go +an' get her." +</P> + +<P> +I went to the head of the stairs an' called her, an' she finally stuck +her head out of her room an' sez, "Happy, I just can't wear this thing. +It flaps!" +</P> + +<P> +"Let it flap!" sez I. "You're just like a colt gettin' used to a +single-tree; you won't mind it after the first hour. Let me see how it +looks." +</P> + +<P> +She opens the door an' stands with a queer new look on her face, an' +her cheeks pink as wild roses. I hadn't never seen those cheeks pink up +for anything but fun or anger before, an' it flashed upon me what Friar +Tuck had told Jabez; an' I was willin' to bet that the time would come +when he'd have full as much girl on his hands as any one man could wish. +</P> + +<P> +The waist part of it was loose an' low in the neck an' came to a little +below the knees where the leggin's began. The upper part of the +leggin's which you couldn't see were loose an' easy. Her little legs +looked cute an' shapely, an' her smooth, round throat came up from the +open neck mighty winnin'—the whole thing was just right an' I sez to +her, "Why, Barbie, this is the finest rig you ever had on, an' you're +as purty as a picture." +</P> + +<P> +Well, her face went the color of a sunset an' she slammed the door. "If +I was your Dad," sez I to myself, "you'd go back to those buckskins +to-morrow." I waited a moment an' then I began to make fun of her, and +after a while she came out with her teeth set tight together an' we +went down to the dinin' room; but it was the first time I had ever seen +her take an awkward step. +</P> + +<P> +"Now that's what I call a sensible garment," sez Jabez, heartily, an' +then he begun talkin' to me. Jabez had a lot o' wisdom when he kept his +head, an' by the time supper was over Barbie was purty well used to the +feel, an' we all three went for a ride; me ridin' Starlight, Barbie, +Hawkins, an' Jabez a strappin' bay, one of Pluto's colts, an' a beauty. +Well, I'll never forget that ride: you know how tobacco tastes after a +man owns up that he was only jokin' when he swore off; you know how +liquor seems to ooz all through you after you've been out in the alkali +for three months—well, that first ride, after bein' out o' commission +for two years, makes these two sensations something like the affection +a man has for sour-dough bread. Oh, it was glorious! we all felt like a +flock o' birds—hosses an' all. In the first place it was spring, an' +that was excuse enough if the' hadn't been any other; but two of us had +gone into that day not on speakin' terms, an' now they were closer than +ever, an' the third one had brought 'em together. The old sayin' is +that three's a crowd, but it took a crowd to hold all the joyfulness +that we was luggin' that night, an' it was ten o'clock before we turned +around on the velvet carpet an' came swingin' back to the house. +</P> + +<P> +We had to finish with a little race, an' I was rejoiced to see that old +Starlight hadn't become a back number, even though the bay colt did +make it a mighty close finish. +</P> + +<P> +As soon as we unsaddled, Barbie sort o' whispered to me, "I 'm awful +glad you came back, Happy"; an' then she ran into the house. +</P> + +<P> +Jabez shook hands an' sez, "It seems to me, Happy, that I've been +waitin' for you for months. I hope to goodness you don't fly up any +more." +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't goin' to look for trouble, Jabez," sez I. "This spot is the +most homelike to me of any on earth; but I don't believe I'll turn in +yet. I want to stroll around a little." +</P> + +<P> +I walked off in the quiet to the little mound where Monody lay, an' I +sat there a long while, thinkin' o' the last time I'd come back. The +night was unusual warm, an' I hunted up all the stars that I knew, an' +watched 'em as they dropped down one by one behind the mountains. I +thought of all that Friar Tuck had said about the origin of life, an' +what a nerve a child like Barbie had to even study on such a subject. +Then I dropped back to all the happiness I'd had that day, an' the last +thing I knew I was lookin' into Barbie's eyes an' wonderin' what made +her face so pink. It was the cold, gray dawn-wind that woke me up. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap12"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER TWELVE +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE LASSOO DUEL +</H3> + +<P> +That was a summer I love to think over; but the' wasn't nothin' +happened to tell about. I was a little soft at first, but it didn't +take me long to get my hand in, an' I roped my half o' the winter +calves. It had been a mild winter an' the' was a big run of 'em, an' +Jabez was in a good humor most o' the time. +</P> + +<P> +The men mostly liked Jabez; but they used to talk a lot about him, as +he was some different from the usual run. He had first come into that +locality when Barbie was two years old, buyin' the big Sembrick ranch +an' stockin' it up to the limit. Ye never said a word about his wife, +nor his past; an' Jabez wasn't just the sort of character a man felt +like pryin' private history out of. +</P> + +<P> +The men laughed a good bit about the time Jabez had had with the Spike +Crick school. He had a fool notion that money was entitled to do all +the talkin', an' that's a hard position to make good in a new country. +After his money had built the schoolhouse, they refused to elect him +one o' the trustees; said it might lead to one-man control. Still, +Jabez wasn't no blind worshiper of the law, an' when he found that +they'd put a rope on him, he just sidles in an' asserts himself. It was +easy enough to convince a teacher that the trustees was boss; but when +Jabez began to get impatient, the school-teacher generally emigrated a +little. Then they put a cinch on him for true. They hired a woman +teacher. When it came to bluffin' a woman teacher, Jabez got +tongue-handled so bad that once did him for all time to come. +</P> + +<P> +But the' wasn't any difference of opinion when it came to Barbie. The' +wasn't a man on the place who wasn't willin' to stretch a neck for her. +She knew 'em all by name an' used to tease 'em an' contrairy 'em; but +she never hid behind bein' the boss's daughter. Any time they scored, +she paid, an' that was the thing that made 'em worship her. She had +changed a lot in the five years I'd been away; not only in size, in +fact, that was the least noticed in her; but she had more thinkin' +spells. +</P> + +<P> +It used to be that she made up to every one right from the start; but +now she was a little shy at first, especially with Easterners. +Easterners generally are about as tantalizin' as it's possible for a +human to get, but she had never minded 'em much until this summer. Now +she'd answer the first twenty-five or thirty fool questions polite +enough, but after that she got purty frosty an' would ask 'em some +questions herself that would straighten 'em up right short in their +tracks. About every time an Easterner would pull out I noticed that +she'd put a little wider heal on the bottom of her skirt. +</P> + +<P> +But she was purty much the same with me, an' after the spring round-up +she used to keep me ridin' with her most o' the time when the' wasn't +anything actually demandin' my attention. It was just about this time +that Jabez hired a new man by the name of Bill Andrews. He was about as +near speak-less as a man ever gets, an' he wasn't much liked by the +rest of us; but he was a hard worker an' a good, all-around hand, so he +got along all right. +</P> + +<P> +When the fall round-up came, Barbie surprised every one by sayin' she +wasn't goin' to do any of the ridin', but would wait until after we'd +got all the sortin' out an' brandin' done, an' would then come out an' +see the whole herd in a bunch. The' wasn't a thing the matter with her +health an' we all wondered what was her reason; but I had my own +private opinion—she was beginnin' to find out she was a girl, an' she +wasn't quite used to it. +</P> + +<P> +We finally rounded up in the big bend of Spike Crick, an' the stuff was +in the suet, every one of 'em. Omaha was supposed to be straw boss; but +he was too easy-goin' an' generally let the men do about as they +pleased. Bill Andrews, the new man, had a sneer on his face about half +the time, an' one mornin' when I came in from night ridin', he sez to a +bunch o' the boys: "I didn't suppose the parlor boarder ever risked any +night dampness." +</P> + +<P> +They all grinned, 'cause the' wasn't any jokes barred with us; but I +didn't grin. I walked over to the group an' I sez: "Is the' anybody +else in this outfit that has any o' that brand o' supposin' about 'im?" +</P> + +<P> +"Aw sit down, Happy," they sez; an' "What's the matter, Happy; you +gettin' tender?" an' such like things; but Bill Andrews continued to +sit an' grin, so I sez to him: "As a rule, the last comer in an outfit +has sense enough to either use his eyes or ask questions. I admit that +this is a purty easy-goin' place,—they don't even ask where a man +comes from when they take him on,—but I've been here off an' on for +some time, an' I reckon that the boss is able to figger out whether or +not I've been worth what I cost." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," sez Andrews, slow an' drawly, "the boss—or his daughter." +</P> + +<P> +Three o' the boys grabbed me, but Andrews never moved; so I let go of +my gun an' sez, "It seems 'at you're the kind of a hound 'at picks out +a safe time to snarl—but the' 'll be other times." +</P> + +<P> +"Any time you wish," sez he, "but I didn't mean what you seem to think. +I know well enough 'at the' 'll never be nothin' between you an' +her—the old man knows it too, an' you ain't kept here for nothin' +except to be her play-mate." +</P> + +<P> +I was so blame mad I couldn't see. I couldn't speak. I was so infernal +het up that I choked an' spluttered; but when I got my hands on his +throat I put my finger-prints on his neck-bone. The boys had a hard +time tearin' us apart, an' a heap harder time startin' Andrews goin' +again; but as soon as he was able to talk, I sez to him, "Now we ain't +through with this yet. I'm willin' to give you your choice of +settlements, but you sure have to settle some way. How do you want to +settle?" +</P> + +<P> +He had black blood—an' he was a coward. It's the hardest mix-up a man +ever has to deal with. He jumped to his feet, his face all twisted up +in a wolf-snarl, but he couldn't look me in the eyes, an' he finally +tries to smile. Its a weak, sickly affair, but it is a smile all right, +an' he sez, "We'll just compete to see which is the best man at a +round-up, an' we'll settle it that way. The' ain't no use of us makin' +fools of ourselves over nothin' at all. I was just jokin' an' I didn't +think you'd be so blame pernicious about boldin' down an easy snap; so +as the' ain't really nothin' between us, we'll settle it that way." +</P> + +<P> +I had been doin' some quick thinkin' while he was talkin', an' when he +finished, I broke out laughin', "Why, you blame rookie," sez I, "you +don't really think I was mad, do you? I see 'at you was only jokin' +right from the start, but I wanted to do a little play-actin' for the +boys here. That'll be the best way of all to settle it—see who's the +best man at a round-up." +</P> + +<P> +He looked some relieved when he laughed—an' then he rubbed his neck. I +indulged in some hoss-play with Omaha, an' began to eat my breakfast; +but all the time I was thinkin'. I was thinkin' several different ways +too: first, was the' some truth in what Bill Andrews had said—was I +gettin' to be nothin' but the playmate of a girl? Then I wondered if +Jabez had studied over it any—I never had myself before. I knew that +he never cared nothin' about my wages, knowin' that I had saved him +more the night I brought Monody back than he'd ever pay me—but I +didn't want to be pensioned, an' I didn't care to be looked on as the +ranch watchdog. But the thing that finally came an' refused to leave +was a question—what right did I have to waste the best part of my life +loafin' around with a child? The' was a lot more o' these pesterin' +questions; but they all finally perched on Bill Andrews an' made me +want to blow him up with dynamite. +</P> + +<P> +That was the swiftest round-up ever the Diamond Dot had. Bill Andrews +was a roper for true, an' I don't believe the' was a man in the West +'at could touch me those days. When me an' Barbie would be out ridin' I +was always practicin' with a rope or a gun, an' I had a dozen foller-up +throws 'at I've never seen beat. I did my work cleaner an' more showy'n +he did, but it couldn't be done much quicker. We finished three days +ahead of the schedule an' the boys said it was a tie. I had roped +twenty-six more calves'n he had, but they wanted to see us contest a +little more, an' they figgered out excuses for him. The' ain't nothin' +ever satisfies a civilized human except a finish fight. He don't care a +hang for points. +</P> + +<P> +Well, we did all kinds o' fancy ropin', an' I was a shade the better at +all of it; but those confounded cusses kept on claimin' it was a tic +until I got het up a little, an' sez 'at we'll have a lassoo duel an' +that'll settle it, even among blind men. This ain't all amusement, this +lassoo-duel on hoss-back, an' I see Andrews look wickedly content. +"Nothing barred," sez he; "we rope hoss or rider, either one." +</P> + +<P> +"Sure thing," sez I. I don't know to this day whether or not he really +thought I was green, but anyhow, he thought he had me at this game, an' +I saw in a moment 'at he had trained his pony; but he didn't have any +advantage over me. I was ridin' Hawkins, an' he had been dodgin' ropes +all his life an' liked the sport. We fenced for an hour without bein' +able to land, an' then he gets his noose over Hawkins' neck. Before he +can draw it tight I rides straight at him; his pony has settled back +for a jerk; I gets my noose over the pony's neck, a loop over Andrew's +right wrist, when he tries to ward it off his own neck, an' then +another loop over his shoulders, pinnin' the left arm an' the right +wrist to his body. My rope was the shorter now so I sets Hawkins back +an' takes a strain. I knew what was goin' to happen when that rope +tightened—he would be twisted out of the saddle an' his right arm +dislocated—an' he knew it too; an' he knew that I was goin' to do it. +The boys was as silent as the ace o'clubs. +</P> + +<P> +His face went pale an' he looked at me with beggin' eyes, but mine was +hard as stone. I hated him for all the devil-thoughts he had put into +my head, an' I wanted to see him twisted an' torn. Then I just happened +to see two riders comin' in from toward the ranch house. I knew by +instinct it was Jabez an' Barbie, an' just as Andrews started to twist +in the saddle I touched Hawkins with the spurs, rode up to him, threw +off the loops, put a smile on my face—an' shook hands with Bill +Andrews, while all the boys give a cheer. I was pantin' an' tremblin', +but I don't think it was noticed, as I kept that smile as easy-goin' +an' good-natured as a floatin' cork. +</P> + +<P> +Well, I kidded with the boys until Jabez got through decidin' on what +he wanted done with the different bunches, an' then when he an' Barbie +rode back to the house I went along. I made sure to brazen it out as +much as possible, an' not to give the impression that I was as het up +as I had been; but I knew that Bill Andrews was well aware of what had +saved him. I also knew that he'd hate me to the day of his death—but +he'd fear me to the last minute, an' he'd never start but one more +contest. +</P> + +<P> +The Diamond Dot didn't seem so homelike after that; it was a heap +easier to get the best of Bill Andrews than it was to get rid of those +questions; but I tried to act just as much the same as possible, only I +did as much range ridin' as I could make seem natural. I supposed that +Bill Andrews would leave, but he didn't; he stayed right along an' he +worked hard an' he never kicked. He was allus friendly with me, but he +didn't overdo it, an' things went along smooth as joint oil. +</P> + +<P> +Barbie had gone through all the stuff they taught at the Spike Crick +School, an' was studyin' some advance stuff with the teacher who was +ambitious to finish her own edication. This was a big surprise to me; I +had allus supposed that a teacher knew everything, but it seems not. +The' 's lots they don't know, an' the front they put up before a pupil +is two thirds bluff. A naked body's a disappointin' sight, but I bet a +naked soul would make a crow laugh. +</P> + +<P> +All through that winter I was tryin' to find an excuse to quarrel with +Jabez, but the' wasn't none. The' wasn't one hitch in the whole outfit +except that I'd lost my taste for it. I couldn't get it out of my head +that one man had already taken me for a child's playmate, an' while I +knew that this particular man had other views by this time, I didn't +know how long it would be before some one else would find that same +idea gettin' too big to keep under his breath; so the very second that +spring opened I hunted up Jabez one mornin' after I had given old Pluto +a special good rubbin', an' after talkin' a while about nothin' at all, +I sez to him, "Jabez, I'm goin' to pull out purty soon." +</P> + +<P> +"What for?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"The' ain't no chance on this place for a man to get on," I sez. +</P> + +<P> +"What do you want to get on for?" Sez he. Well, that was a fetcher. The +great trouble in debatin' with a man is, that he never flushes up the +kind of an idea 'at your gun is loaded to shoot. "What does any one +want to get on for?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know," sez Jabez, kind o' sad like. "It's been so long since I +wanted to get on that I can't remember what fool notion it was that +sicked me at it; but it looks to me as though you was doing purty well, +considerin' the way you work." +</P> + +<P> +There it was again. It was just for all the world as if the watchdog +had gone on a strike for higher wages. "Well, you're right about that," +sez I. "If I owned a place like this, I wouldn't board a man who didn't +do more than I do. That's one reason why I'm goin' to travel on a +little—I 'm gettin' so rusty that the creakin' o' my joints sets my +teeth on edge." +</P> + +<P> +"Poor old man," sez Jabez, sarcastic. "I saw you vaultin' over Pluto +this mornin'. You'd better be careful, you're liable to snap some o' +your brittle bones. I'll have to put you on a pension." +</P> + +<P> +"Pension bell!" I snaps. "I've been pensioned too long already. The' +ain't any chance for a man with get-up, over a low grade coffee-cooler +on this place, an' I 'm sick of it. I'm goin' to hunt up a job where it +will pay me to do my best." +</P> + +<P> +"How much pay do you want, for heaven's sake?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't want any more pay for what I 'm doin'," sez I, "but I do want +more opportunity. You don't keep any out an' out foreman here an'—" +</P> + +<P> +"An' it wouldn't make any difference if I did," he snaps in. "It's +allus best to get an imported foreman, an' not have any jealousy; but +confound you, I pay six men on this place foremen's wages—an' you're +one of 'em." +</P> + +<P> +"Six?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, I raised Bill Andrews' pay last week. He does more work than any +of you, an' he ain't all the time growlin'. He won't never have any +friends either, so if I was to choose a foreman he'd be my pick." +</P> + +<P> +"I was foreman of the Lion Head a good many years ago," sez I, "an' I +built it up, an' my work was appreciated: but I was a fool kid then. +Now I 'm gettin' along in years an' I don't intend to waste any more +o' my life." +</P> + +<P> +"How old are ya, Happy?" sez he, laughin'. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I'll be thirty years old—before so many more years," sez I, +lookin' full as indignant as I felt, I reckon. +</P> + +<P> +"You're nothin' but a kid in most things," sez Jabez, an' his voice was +so friendly that I began to cool. Then he said, "Why, I never think of +you like I do the rest o' the boys, though I rely on you a heap more. +You've allus been like one o' the family, like; an' you an' Barbie have +played around together until most o' the time I think of ya as about +the same age; but if it's anything in the money line, why speak out. I +was a young feller myself once, an' if you've happened to run up any +debts on some o' your town trips, why I'll pass you over a little extra +an' take it out in laughin' at you." +</P> + +<P> +By George, he made it hard for me. One moment he'd tramp on my corn an' +the next he'd scratch me between the shoulders; but the more he said +the more I see that I did not have any regular place in the team; I was +just a colt playin; beside, an' it gritten on me something fierce. +</P> + +<P> +"Jabez," I sez, "it's hard for me to explain myself. I like this place +an' you know it; but if you had a son o' your own, you wouldn't like to +see him settlin' down before he'd struggled up a little. I'm old enough +now to take a practical view o' life, an' I intend to become a business +man." +</P> + +<P> +He tried not to grin, I'll say that for him, but he couldn't cut it. +"Why, bless your heart, boy, you never will be practical, an' as for +business, you have about the same talent for it as a grizzly bear. You +enjoy life as you go along, an' you enjoy it full an' free; a business +man don't enjoy anything but makin' money. You may be rich some day, +but it won't be from attendin' to business. Now take a lay-off if you +want to, an' get this nonsense out of your system, then come back here. +You know 'at Barbie misses you every minute you're away." +</P> + +<P> +"All right," I sez, "I'll try it. I want to leave this place once, the +same as if we was both grownup, not as if we had had a child's quarrel. +I'll go an' I'll take my lay-off by bucklin' tight down to business; +but if it don't seem to agree with me, why, I'll come back here an' +make a report." +</P> + +<P> +"Now, don't stay away long, cause the little girl is lonesome for +company, an' as she sez to me the other night, you're better company +than any book, an' you've got more intelligence than a school-teacher." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," I went on, "an' I don't require beatin' as often as a fur rug, +an' my hair don't shed off as bad as a dog's, an' if I could just +forget that I 'm a human bein' I wouldn't be any more bother than the +rest o' the furnishings; but that is the one thing that 's on my mind +just now—I 'm a man, an' it's time I began to practice at it." +</P> + +<P> +Barbie wasn't quite so easy to get away from as Jabez was. She couldn't +believe but what we'd been quarrelin'. When you came right down to +givin' the actual reason for my departure without mentionin' any o' the +true cause, it was a rather delicate project for a man who hadn't no +experience in makin' political speeches: an' Barbie gave me a purty +complete goin' over. +</P> + +<P> +We talked it out for a week, but my mind was made up to go an' the' +wasn't anything that could stop me, unless it was mighty important; an' +at last she stopped arguin' an' just began to look sorry. That was +hardest of all. +</P> + +<P> +"Happy," she sez to me one night when we was ridin' back from Look Out, +"don't you think I'm old enough now to ask Dad about what that letter +meant?" +</P> + +<P> +I turned an' looked at her; the sun was just about to duck behind the +ridge, an' her face was in all its brightness. It was a lot different +face from that of the child who had asked the question so long ago. It +was serious with its question, an' it looked like the face of a woman. +This was the first time she had mentioned the subject since I'd been +back, an' I hadn't thought she dwelt on it any more; but I saw now that +it lay close up to her heart, an' was the one thing she never could +ride away from. "I'm purt' nigh fifteen," she went on. "Fifteen is a +goodly age," I sez, but not sarcastic. I was thinkin' of Jabez an' +myself that mornin', an' wonderin' if age cut so much figger after all. +"Do you an' your dad ever talk about your mother any more?" I asked her. +</P> + +<P> +"Not much," she said. "When one wants to know all, and one don't want +to tell any, the' ain't much satisfaction in talkin' about—about even +your own mother. Don't you still miss your mother?" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I wouldn't like to tell everybody," sez I, "but I sure do. Why, +if the' was any way on earth that I could go back to her, I'd sure +go—this very minute." +</P> + +<P> +"At least you know about her. If I just knew about my mother it might +be all right. You can't seem to get close to even a mother when you +don't know a single thing about her. If you know people well, you can +tell what they'd do under any kind of conditions, an' if you know what +they have done, an' what they've been through, you know purty well what +they are; but when you don't know anything at all, it makes it hard, +awful hard." +</P> + +<P> +I didn't have anything to say to her that would help, so I didn't say +anything; an' after we had ridden on a while she said, "Happy, I don't +want you to be a business man. The Easterners that rile me up worse +than any other kind are the business men. They allus calculate how a +thing could be turned into money. Why, if one of 'em lived out here +he'd put a cash value on of Mount Savage. They allus make me think o' +Dombey." +</P> + +<P> +"What was th' about that buckskin mustang to make you think of a +business man?" sez I, thinkin' she meant a little ridin' pony she used +to have. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't mean Dobbins," sez she, "I mean a character out of a book. He +was such a good business man that he let most of life slip by him. I +don't want you to do that." "Well, I'll try not to," sez I, "an' it may +be that beginnin' late in life like I am, I won't become enough of a +business man to get that way; but the' is one thing sure—I 'm through +with my nonsense. I'm not goin' around playin' like a boy any more, I'm +goin' to start in an' stick to business all this summer, an' see what +comes of it." +</P> + +<P> +"Where you goin' to start in?" sez she. +</P> + +<P> +"How do I know?" sez I. "I'm just goin' to knock around till I meet up +with a business openin', an' then I 'm goin' to put my full might into +it till I know the whole game." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't believe that's the way they do it," sez she. "These ones that +I've heard braggin' about bein' business men don't look to me as if +they ever did much knockin' around. They generally have everything all +planned out when they begin, and then follow out the plans. Are you +goin' to start in some town or go into a big city?" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I can tell you more about it when I get back," sez I. "I stayed +three days in San Francisco oncet, but I didn't like it—it was too +cramped up. I'm thinkin' o' headin' that way though." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, as soon as you've give business a good fair try-out, you'll come +back here an' tell us about it, won't you?" sez she. The sun had +dropped by this time; but I could still make out her face in the +twilight. The eyes were big an' soft an' glisteny, the lips were parted +an' were tremblin' a little; it was a brave little face, but it looked +lonesome. Something began to tighten around my heart, an' I didn't want +to go; but I had put my hands to the plow, an' I didn't intend to +back-track till I'd turned one full furrow. "Yes," I sez. "Honor +bright, just as soon as I've give it a fair trial I'll come back an' +let you know." +</P> + +<P> +"You'll come before it snows if you can, won't you?" she sez, an' I +nodded. +</P> + +<P> +Well, for my part, I'd rather quarrel when I'm goin' to break any ties. +I stayed for five meals after that, but they was uncommon dismal. We +all tried to act as if everything was runnin' to suit us, an' we all +made a successful failure of it. When at last I was ready to leave, +Jabez shook my hand and said, "Now this is just a vacation, Happy. Have +your outing an' then come back an' settle down here. Do you want to +take your money with you, or leave it in the bank until you decide to +invest it?" +</P> + +<P> +"What money?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +He grinned. "Oh, you'll make a business man all right. Don't you +remember givin' me six hundred dollars after you came back from the Pan +Handle? Well, it's been in the bank ever since, an' it's grew some, I +reckon." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, let her keep on growin'," sez I. "I'm goin' to learn the +business before I invest in it." +</P> + +<P> +"That's sense," sez he. "Did you ever have any experience?" +</P> + +<P> +"I was clerk in a restaurant once," sez I; "but I didn't like it, an' I +don't reckon I'll go into the restaurant business." +</P> + +<P> +Barbie rode a long way with me, but we didn't talk much. +</P> + +<P> +I don't suppose the' ever was a time when we both had so much to say; +but we couldn't seem to say it, an' when we came to part all she said +was, "Oh, Happy, I hate to see you go, but I'm sure you'll come back in +the fall." +</P> + +<P> +"I'll come back as soon as I feel I can," sez I; "an' now don't worry +none yourself, an' don't fret your Dad—an' don't forget old Happy." We +shook hands long an' firm, an' her eyes seemed tryin' to hold me until +I couldn't look into 'em—but I didn't kiss her this time. We both +noticed it, an' we both knew 'at while I was partin' from her she was +partin' from her childhood. Partin' from anything 'at you've been fond +of is mighty sad business; and so I rode away again. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap13"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER THIRTEEN +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +BUSINESS IS BUSINESS +</H3> + +<P> +I felt entirely different this time. I wasn't smartin' under anger an' +unjust treatment; I was goin' out of my own accord an' because I had +left behind me the carelessness of boyhood, hood, an' was ready to plow +an' plant an' wait for a crop. No more gaiety, no more frivolity, no +more heedlessness. I was to scheme an' plan for the future an' not be +led astray by every enticin' amusement that beckoned to me. +</P> + +<P> +When I came in sight of Danders the second day, I didn't inquire how my +thirst was feelin'—no more thirst emersions for mine. The' ain't any +profit in that, sez I to myself; what I want to do is to ease this old +skin of a pony along until I can get a piece of money for him; that's +business. +</P> + +<P> +I wasn't much acquainted over in Danders, an' I thought it would be +easy slidin'; but the first feller I met was a useless sort of a cuss +what had been punchin' cows at the Diamond Dot the time the Prophy Gang +tried to clean it out, an' he has to tell 'em who I am, an' they had +all heard about me an' Bill Andrews; so 'at it was purt' nigh +impossible for me to hold out. I apologized for not drinkin', an' they +let me off; but the old Diamond Dot hand said he was broke, an' wanted +me to shove him a little stake. +</P> + +<P> +Well, that was sure a bad opening: "Business," sez I, "don't let go one +cent unless it's goin' to grab another an' fetch it back home;" an' I +knew that all I gave this feller would keep in circulation for the +balance of eternity. Then a brilliant thought struck me, an' I told him +I'd give him one fourth of all he got for the pony over ten dollars. He +looked at the pony an' sez, "Who gets the ten dollars?" +</P> + +<P> +"I gets the ten dollars," sez I. "This is business: I own the pony, I +pay you wages to sell him, the more you sell him for the more you get." +</P> + +<P> +He looks at me a moment an' then he calls a gang around him an' sez to +'em: "Here's a rich one, fellers. You see this pony—well, he was too +blame old to herd geese with when I was punchin' cows over at the +Diamond Dot, ten year ago, an' now Happy wants me to sell him, me +gettin' one fourth of all I rake in over ten dollars—an' HIM gettin' +the ten dollars. What do ya think o' that for nerve?" +</P> + +<P> +Course they all laughed like a lot o' guinea-hens, but I knew that a +business man has to overlook the inborn ignorance of his customers, or +else it's twice as hard to land 'em; so I just smiled polite. +</P> + +<P> +"What is your first offer, men?" sez my salesman. "Who'll give me a +hundred dollars for this grand old relic; this veteran of a hundred +wars; this venerable and honorable souvynier of bygone ages?" Well, +that blame fool went on pilin' it up while the crowd egged him on by +offerin' two bits, an' four bits, an' six bits an' a drink; an' so on +until I was disgusted and turned it off as a joke, tellin' the blasted +rascal to take the pony an' try to trade him for a night's lodgin'. +</P> + +<P> +He takes my saddle an' bridle off an' puts 'em careful in the hotel, +an' then he takes the pony across the street an' begins to rub him +down. He rubs him a while an' combs out his stringy mane an' tail with +his fingers. Every now an' again he backs off an' examines that pony as +though he was actually worth stealin'. I couldn't make out what he was +up to, so I stood in front of the hotel watchin' him. Purty soon up +comes a tourist what has been lurkin' around in the distance. +</P> + +<P> +"What is the' about that pony that everybody takes such an interest in +him for?" sez he, glancin' over to where us fellers was gawkin'. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't you know?" sez the feller, in surprise. I can't quite recall his +name now, but I think it was Bill. Anyhow, most fellers' names is Bill, +so we'll call him Bill. "Don't you know who this pony is?" sez Bill. +</P> + +<P> +"Why no," sez the tourist. "I just arrived this mornin', an' I'm +waitin' for my uncle to send in after me." +</P> + +<P> +"Is that so?" sez Bill. "Well, I'll bet your uncle knows who this pony +is. This pony is Captain. Who is your Uncle?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, my uncle is Charles W. Hampton," sez the tourist. +</P> + +<P> +"You don't say!" sez Bill. "Well, Cholly knows who Captain is all +right." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, do you know him?" sez the tourist. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, everybody knows him around here," sez Bill. +</P> + +<P> +"That's funny; they told me he lived over a hundred and forty miles +from here," sez the tourist. "But what is the' about Captain that makes +him so wonderful? He don't look like much of a pony to me." +</P> + +<P> +Bill looks at the pony and then he looks at the tourist, then he looks +at the pony again an' sez in a low voice: "It ain't on his looks, it's +for what he's done that makes Captain famous." +</P> + +<P> +"What's he done?" sez the tourist. +</P> + +<P> +"Did you ever hear of Custer's massacre?" sez Bill. +</P> + +<P> +"Of course I have," sez the tourist, gettin' interested. +</P> + +<P> +Bill, he walks up an' puts his hand on the pony's neck, an' then he +turns an' sez proudly, "This here pony is the last survivin' remnant of +that historical event." +</P> + +<P> +"You don't say!" sez the tourist. "What are you goin' to do with him?" +</P> + +<P> +"I don't want to say a word again the flag of my country," sez Bill, +holdin' tip his hand, "but my country ain't got the gratitude it ort to +have when it comes to hosses. I don't blame 'em for condemnin' the +common run o' hosses an' sellin' 'em to wear out their pore lives +in—in toilsome labor, but when it comes to a hoss with a record like +Captain—well, I kept him as long as I could afford it. Now I'm goin' +to give him a good groomin', spend my last penny in givin' him one more +feed, an' then take him out on the broad free prairie of his native +soil—an' shoot him. Of course I could sell him, but I won't do it. I'd +rather give him a soldier's death than to have him hammered around in +his old age, after all he's done for his country." +</P> + +<P> +Well, the tourist, he gets all het up over it, an' then he comes over +to where us fellers gathered. We're standin' in solemn awe, an' he sees +the' ain't any of it put on; but he can't tell that it ain't respect +for what the pony has done that makes us so solemn; he can't see 'at we +'re off erin' up our tribute to Bill. +</P> + +<P> +"Do any of you gentlemen know anything about that pony?" sez the +tourist. +</P> + +<P> +"Who, Captain!" sez a tall, lanky, sad-lookin' puncher. "Well, it ain't +likely that you can find a man in the West who wouldn't recognize that +pony by the description. That there pony was in the Custer Massacre." +</P> + +<P> +"The gentleman what owns him is goin' to shoot him," sez the tourist. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, perhaps it's all for the best," sez the sad one. "I ain't no +millionaire, but I offered him thirty-seven dollars for that pony. He +doubted that I'd take good care of him, so he wouldn't sell him to me. +He said he didn't think I'd abuse the pony when I was sober, but I'll +have to own up that when a friend—when a friend invites me to have a +drink, I can't say no—an' I got a darn sight o' friends in this +country." +</P> + +<P> +The' ain't no use in draggin' this out. After that tourist had agreed +to treat that pony like the saints of glory, Bill, he finally sold him +to him for an even fifty dollars—an' it was me that bought the liquor +for the crowd. +</P> + +<P> +I'm good-natured enough to suit any one reasonable, but I own up I was +sore. Here I'd started out with the best intentions in the world, with +my mind all made up not to be led into temptation or turned from a set +purpose, an' what was the first result? I had simply given my entire +stock in trade away to a worthless loafer, an' had seen him sell it for +fifty dollars after he had made all manner of fun of me for offerin' +one fourth of all he made over ten. Why, the pony was worth seven +dollars, an' I could have sold him for that money myself if I hadn't +let them laugh me into showin' of. Then to top off with, I'd blown in +about a month's wages just to show the gang I was able to take a joke +when it was measured out to me. +</P> + +<P> +I was ready right at that minute to own tip that business didn't come +natural to me; but I enjoyed myself plenty enough until along toward +mornin', an' then the penjalum begun to swing back. I sat over in the +corner kickin' myself purty freely, when a funny, twisted little man +came over an' sat across from me. He had pink-like cheeks an' shiny +little eyes, an' he was middlin' well crowded with part of the wet +goods I had been payin' for. "It was one o' the smoothest business +deals I ever saw put through—on a small scale," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, hang business," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, it's a hangin' matter often enough," sez he. "Do you know the +reason why the' 's so much devilment in this world?" +</P> + +<P> +"It's 'cause the' 's so many people here," sez I; "that's easy enough." +</P> + +<P> +"It's 'cause the preachers ain't got the nerve to explain what the +commandments mean," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +It was an awful curious little man, an' I kind o' straightened up an' +give him a searchin' look: "I've met a heap like you," sez I. "Some +folks think that preachers is paid to make the world better, but they +ain't. They're paid so that when a feller's conscience hurts him he can +just lay all the sins of the whole world on the preachers." +</P> + +<P> +"They deserve 'em," sez the little man. "What does it mean to steal?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, any fool knows what stealin' is," sez I. "It's takin' something +that don't belong to you." +</P> + +<P> +"How can you tell what does belong to you," he sez, leanin' forward as +if he was makin' a point. +</P> + +<P> +I looked at him an' saw that he really thought he was talkin' sense, so +I sez: "You go talk to some one else. I'm too sleepy an' I'm too blame +sore to bother with such nonsense." +</P> + +<P> +"It ain't nonsense," sez he. "I'm an edicated man, an' I been studyin' +life ever since I been born. My father was a preacher across the water, +an' I got arrested for stealin' a bottle of whiskey when I wasn't +nothin' but a boy. The whole family was disgraced on account of me, an' +my father told 'em to go ahead an' give it to me hard. Now I stole that +whiskey on a dare, an' I stole it from a good church member; but all +the rest of my life I been stretchin' that there commandment until I +tell you the whole human race is one set o' thieves." +</P> + +<P> +Well, I was purty sleepy, but the little old man had an eye in him like +a headlight, an' he just made you listen to him. "The' ain't no sense +in your slingin' mud that way," sez I. "The' 's lots of men 'at +wouldn't steal, if they had a chance." +</P> + +<P> +"If I ruin my constitution through depravity, is it stealin'?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"No," sez I, "it's darn foolishness." +</P> + +<P> +"It is stealin'," sez he, "just as much as if I help to waste natural +products what can't be replaced—stealin' from the children of the next +generation, an' all the followin' generations." +</P> + +<P> +"What rights have they got?" I sez, losin' my patience. "They ain't +even born yet." +</P> + +<P> +"Did you ever see a baby?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," I sez, "I bet I've seen a dozen of 'em." +</P> + +<P> +"Well," sez he, "was they polite? Did they beg for what they wanted? +Did they have any doubt but that they'd be plenty of everything to go +around?" +</P> + +<P> +"Not them what I saw," sez I. "They'd give one little coo, to see if +any one was handy, an' then they'd holler an' yell an' scold an' fuss +until they got what they wanted." +</P> + +<P> +"Do you suppose if they didn't have any rights they'd have the nerve to +carry on that way?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Rights!" sez I. "They didn't have to have rights—they had mothers." +</P> + +<P> +Well, that set him back a good ways, an' by the time he had thought up +some new stuff I was asleep; but he shook me awake an' sez, "Of course +the child's mother will do all she can; but supposin' she ain't got +what the child wants—how'll she explain it to him?" +</P> + +<P> +"She won't bother explainin' nothin' to a baby," sez I. "She'll just +send the old man out to get it." +</P> + +<P> +He looked sort o' disgusted like, as if he wasn't used to arguin' with +a man what could handle logic an' make points. "You're just like the +rest," sez he. "What I mean is, that every man who has ever been on +earth is just sort of an overseer for them what is yet to come. We have +the right to use everything we want in the right way, but we haven't +any right to waste it or destroy it, or hog it up so that all can't +enjoy it. Why, when you start to savin' an' draw in what ought to be +circulatin', you steal from them what haven't had the chance 'at you've +had. It's wicked to be thrifty." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, you're the craziest one I've seen yet," sez I, laughin'. "Why, +if you had your way you'd utterly ruin business." +</P> + +<P> +"Business!" he yells, gettin' excited. "Do you know what business is?" +</P> + +<P> +I thought a moment. "I don't know all the' is to know about it," sez I, +"but I expect to give it a fair good work-out before I'm through with +it." +</P> + +<P> +"Business," he sez, leanin' across the table an' hittin' it with his +finger-nail, "business is simply havin' the laws fixed so you can steal +without havin' to pay any fine. What is business? Ain't it figgerin' +an' schemin' to get away from a man whatever he happens to have? That's +nothin' but stealin'." +</P> + +<P> +"Confound you," sez I, "do you mean to say that just because I'm goin' +to engage in business I'm a thief?" +</P> + +<P> +He looked at me a moment an' then he shook his head. "No," he sez, "you +won't never be that kind, you'll be some other kind; but that's about +all business is—just thievery. Why, I once knew two men 'at was the +best friends 'at ever lived; an' they just ruined their lives 'cause +they couldn't resist the temptation of each tryin' to grab all. It was +over the Creole Belle—" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, but she was a woman!" I yells, jumpin' to my feet, an' leanin' +over the table. +</P> + +<P> +"No, it was a mine," sez he, sittin' still. +</P> + +<P> +"A Creole is a cross-breed woman 'at came from New Orleans," sez I; +"an' when they're good lookin' enough, they call 'em belles." +</P> + +<P> +"Well this here mine 'at I'm goin' to tell you about was called the +Creole Belle," he sez. "For a longtime it didn't pay to amount to +anything, an' then it began to pay; an' the two friends got covetous, +an' first George had Jack killed an' then he gets killed himself by +Jack's—" +</P> + +<P> +"No, he wasn't killed," I snaps in like a blame fool. +</P> + +<P> +The old man looked at me with his little shiny eyes all scrouged up. +"Who wasn't killed?" he sez, slow an' cautious. "Why, George Jordan +wasn't killed," I sez. +</P> + +<P> +"What would a kid like you know about it" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I do know 'at he wasn't killed," I sez. "I been workin' for him; +he don't live but a short way from here. Tell the the whole story. I'll +make it worth your while. Come on, what'll you have to drink?" +</P> + +<P> +He leaned forward with his hand clutchin' at his side, an' his pink +checks gray an' twisted. He coughed a dry, short cough, an' groans out +between his set teeth. "It 's my heart; I got a bum pump. You tell +George Jordan that I never breathed a word of it, but that Jack +Whitman—Oh, my God! Get me a drink of whiskey! Get me a drink of +hell-fire!" +</P> + +<P> +He doubled up, grabbin' an' clawin' at his breast while I jumped to the +bar yellin' for whiskey. I grabbed the bottle an' hustled back to him, +but he was all crumpled up on the floor. We straightened him out an' +rubbed his wrists an' poured whiskey down his throat, an' after a while +he opened his eyes. The minute his senses got back to him he clutched +at his heart again, rollin' an' writhin', an' makin' noises like a +wounded beast. "I knew it would end this way," he gasped. "I'm goin' +out now, but listen to what I say"—he helt his breath to keep from +coughin'—"the' ain't no sin but stealin'. Don't never take nothin' +that don't belong to ya." +</P> + +<P> +All his muscles grew rigid an' twisted, an' then a smile came on his +face an' he sank back. They had the doctor there by that time, but the' +wasn't anything to be done, except to give a big heathen name to what +had been the matter with him. There he lay on the bar-room floor; the' +was filth an' refuse all around him, but the smile on his face was just +plumb satisfied, an' yet it was a knowledgeable smile too. I could 'a' +cried when I thought that this man, who could have told little Barbie +what she wanted to know, had wasted all that time tryin' to convince me +that business an' stealin' was all one. What he knew wouldn't do him a +mite o' good, wherever he was; an' yet the' wasn't any way on earth to +bring him back long enough to have him tell it. +</P> + +<P> +They told me his name was Sandy Fergoson, an' that he was harmless +crazy. He used to float around doin' odd jobs an' talkin' nonsense +about stealin'; but nobody knew where he had come from, so I chipped in +a little something to help bury him, an' gave up the rest of my money +for a ticket to Frisco. +</P> + +<P> +I didn't enjoy that trip to Frisco; business didn't seem so attractive +when you once set out to find her, an' then again, I was broke. I don't +mind bein' broke when I 'm on the range 'cause a feller can pick up a +job anywhere; but I wasn't city-wise, an' I didn't know how long it +would take me to track down the kind o' business I wanted to engage in. +</P> + +<P> +I suppose cities must suit some folks, or they wouldn't keep on livin' +in 'em; but cities sure don't suit me. I allus had a kind of an idea +from what Slocum had told me that I'd enjoy the bankin' business, so I +applied to the banks first. They're a blame offish set, bankers. They +didn't laugh at me,—leastwise not until after I'd gone out,—but they +didn't offer much encouragement. I tramped around that city for four +days, an' by the time I finally got located in business my appetite was +tearin' around inside my empty body till I couldn't sleep nights. Oh, +it was not joyful! I had taken the position of porter in a mammoth big +drygoods store, an' I was some glad when noon arrived; but no one +called me to partake of dinner, so I went up to a young lad, an' sez, +"Where do they spread it?" +</P> + +<P> +"Spread what?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Dinner," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I bring mine with me," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Is the grub that rotten?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"What grub?" sez he. "You surely don't think they serve meals here, do +you?" +</P> + +<P> +"Do you mean to tell me that I got to find myself, out of forty a +month?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +He started to make up a joke, but I looked too famished to trifle with; +so he explained to me that all we got was wages, an' we couldn't even +sleep in the store. I was gettin' purty disgusted with business, but he +told me that the man what owned the whole store had started in as a +porter; so I went back an' portered harder than ever that afternoon, +wonderin' what in thunder kind of a man it was who could save enough +out of a porter's wages to buy a store like that. I was dressed some +different from the rest o' the folks around there, so I attracted a lot +of attention, an' the' wasn't much I did that wasn't enjoyed by more or +less of a crowd. When quittin' time came I hustled up to the feller +what had hired me an' told him I'd like to have my day's pay. "We don't +pay until Saturday night," sez he, hustlin' out o' the store. I stood +on the sidewalk thinkin'; an' what I was thinkin' of, was the nonsense +'at Sandy Fergoson had been talkin'. It didn't sound so foolish now. +</P> + +<P> +The' was a little restaurant across the street, an' the owner of it had +noticed me washin' the windows—he had seemed to enjoy it too. I went +over an' told him that I would like to board with him if he would make +me rates. He sized me up an' sez he would board me for six dollars a +week. I didn't see how I could save enough to buy a store out of four +dollars a week, an' after I got tired o' seein' the sights I'd have to +rent a bed somewheres too; but what I needed then was food, so I agreed. +</P> + +<P> +I sat down an' begun to eat slow, 'cause it's always best to warm up +careful on a long job. I et away peaceful an' contented until I got +good an' used to it again, an' then I kept the waiters hoppin' purty +lively. The proprietor took a deep interest in me, an' dodged around so +he could have an unobstructed view; while the rest of the guests got to +noticin' too, an' when they'd finish they'd just stick around an' keep +cases, until after a while things began to jam, an' every time I'd +order in some new food they'd make bets on whether I'd be able to +finish it or not. When I finally quit, the proprietor came up to me on +a run an' sez, "Are you sure you have had all you wish?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," I sez, "an' I ain't no fault to find with the cookin' either." +</P> + +<P> +He eyed me all over, an' then he drew me to one side. "I don't want to +go back on my word," sez he, "an' I don't intend to charge you a cent +for this meal; but Great Scott, man, I wouldn't board you for six +dollars a day, let alone six dollars a week." +</P> + +<P> +I didn't intend to let him know that I was stone broke, 'cause it +didn't seem the thing in a business man; but I did tell him that I +hardly ever et quite so much as I had that night. Still, he wouldn't +take any chances, so I took my blankets an' went on. I was purty sleepy +after my meal, an' it was just all I could do to stagger up an' down +the hills, before I found a place to flop in. It was under a little +tree in a big yard, an' I got out at sun-up 'cause I didn't want any +one to see a business man occupyin' such quarters as that. I didn't +miss breakfast much that day, an' I went about my work singin' an' +whistlin'. Just before noon I found a hundred dollars on the floor +close to the door. +</P> + +<P> +I asked every one around if they had lost any money, an' most of 'em +said no, an' them what bad lost any—an' the' was a purty high average +that mornin'—had all lost the wrong amount, or else it was in a +different kind of a sack; so I knocked off at noon, went to a new +restaurant, an' et a fair meal, which they charged me one dollar for. I +thought that was goin' a little stout for a porter, but I knew I'd find +a place where I could live on my income as soon as I got better +acquainted, an' I was purty light-hearted when I got back that noon. +</P> + +<P> +"You're nineteen minutes late," sez the floor boss. +</P> + +<P> +"Is that so; what's happened?" sez I, pleasantly. +</P> + +<P> +"You are not supposed to take more than an hour for lunch," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, you can just take the nineteen minutes out of the time I saved +up yesterday," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"You must understand right at the start that business depends on +method," sez he, sour like. "Mr. Hailsworth wishes to see you at once." +</P> + +<P> +Hailsworth was the capital letter o' that outfit, an' I was glad o' the +chance to see him, 'cause the' was some several changes I wanted to +make in the porterin' department. I follered the floor boss upstairs +an' back to a private room, where a little wizen-faced old man sat up +an' looked at me over his spectacles. "I understand you found some +money?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I did," sez I. "Do you know who lost it?" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, no, not yet," sez he; "but of course you understand that any +money that is found in this building belongs to the firm, unless its +rightful owner claims it." +</P> + +<P> +"Well that's a new wrinkle" sez I. "Why don't it belong to me?" +</P> + +<P> +"'Cause you have hired your time to me, an' whatever you find here you +find in my time, so it's mine. This is the law, an' I am very busy. +Just hand it over at once." +</P> + +<P> +"That ain't right," sez I, "an' I don't intend to hand over a nickle of +it." +</P> + +<P> +"Then we'll have to arrest you," sez he. I put my hand down to my leg, +but both my guns was rolled up in my blankets. "I'm goin' out to see a +lawyer," sez I, thinkin' that would be more business-like than to tell +him I 'd blow the top of his head off. The' was lots more things I +wanted to tell him, but it took most o' my strength to manage my +self-control; an' I allus like to have good footin' when I make my +spring. I didn't feel at home, either, an' that's a heap. It kind o' +got on my nerves to see that little shrimp squattin' there behind his +spectacles an' tellin' me what I had to do, the same as if I was a +hoss. I turned on my heel and strode out o' that store head up an' I +was some glad that Hammy had taught me what strodin' was, 'cause the +rest o' the gang opened up a path you could 'a' drove a +street-sprinkler through. +</P> + +<P> +I didn't like the looks o' that lawyer, he reminded me of a rat. I +don't care much for the law anyhow. All the law is fit for is to take +care o' the weak an' the ignorant—an' they can't afford it. I've +noticed that much, the little time I've been penned up in cities. This +lawyer o' mine had full command o' the kind o' talk that bottles up a +man an' keeps him from expressin' himself. He said I had a good case +an' that he would save me my findin's, but that I had to give him half +of it for his services—in advance. If you don't tell a lawyer the +truth he can't fight your case; an' if you do you put yourself in his +power. Course I don't claim to be authority, but I just actually don't +like the law. +</P> + +<P> +When I came away from the law office, a nice friendly feller got into +conversation with me, an' after I'd bought him a couple o' drinks, he +grew confidential an' told me his troubles. He was owner of a whole +block of buildin's an' a lot o' residence houses, but he was stone +broke. He had had a quarrel with the banks, an' couldn't raise a penny, +an' he had lost ten thousand dollars the night before, gamblin'. He +said it would take forty dollars for him to go to Los Angeles, where he +had friends who would lend him any amount. Otherwise they would +foreclose the little mortgage he had on the business block. +</P> + +<P> +He talked along until I couldn't stand it any longer, so I give him the +forty on the condition that I was to be his collecting agent at wages +of two hundred a month, as soon as he got back from Los Angeles. +</P> + +<P> +I went down to the station with him and then I hunted up a place where +I took board and lodging for a week at six dollars in advance. This +left me purt' nigh two dollars to go on until the real estate owner got +back. I called around at my lawyer's every day, an' he told me just to +lay low an' he'd keep me out o' trouble. Then the sixth day passed +without the real estate owner I told the lawyer about it an' asked him +if he thought anything might have happened. He got awful mad an' said +he'd ought to be kicked for not chargin' me ninety-five dollars for his +services in the first place; an' by Jinks that was the truth: that +rascally real-estate owner wasn't nothing but a flim-flammer. +</P> + +<P> +At first I couldn't believe that the block he had showed me over didn't +belong to him; but when I did I was ready to wreak vengeance. The +lawyer said that wreakin' vengeance wasn't a thing that paid in city +life, but that if I ever met up with that flim-flammer I could scare a +lot of money out of him. My lawyer was a purty good sort of a feller, +after all, an' he gave me a lot of high-class advice. He told me that +it might be years before my case came up, an' that the' wasn't any use +of me waitin' around for it. Then he talked about business, an' he an' +Sandy Fergoson had about the same ideas of it, though they used +different words. He told me that it was all right for a boy to start in +in some old business an' learn the trade, but that the thing for a man +to do was to get a start in a smaller town, an' then after he'd learned +the ropes to come to the big town an' cut things wide open. +</P> + +<P> +The more I thought over this the better it looked to me; but I hardly +knew where to start in. Then the thought struck me that about the best +business move I could make was to go to Los Angeles an' scare enough +money out of the flim-flammer to give me a good start in some little +business of my own. My board bein' out an' my cash bein' likewise, I +had to travel on foot; but as my back was pointed toward Frisco, I +didn't mind that much. +</P> + +<P> +I trudged along for several days, an' the' was enough people along the +line to welcome me to my meals, so I begun to get more resigned to +bein' a human again. The farther I got from Frisco the nearer I got to +Los Angeles, an' though I was some anxious to meet up with the +flim-flammer, I finally began to doubt if he was worth the bother, an' +besides, he might not be there anyway. +</P> + +<P> +I was beginnin' to get good an' sick of business; an' I was more than +convinced that gettin' a feller's own consent to engage in it wasn't +the hardest step he'd ever have to take. Wayside friends was beginnin' +to get mighty scarce, an' I was feelin' lonesome above the average one +mornin', when I came to a pause in front of one o' these little +six-acre ranches where they raise lawn grass an' fresh air. It was a +purty, restful sort of a place, with a double row of trees leadin' up +to the house, an' somethin' seemed to be drawin' me in at the front +gate, although I couldn't smell any food cookin', either. I only waited +about a minute, an' then I followed the draw. +</P> + +<P> +I'm a firm believer in Fate. Fate is a funny word: leave the first +letter off, an' it 's the cause; leave the last letter off, an' it's +the result. Barbie found this out one night when we was discussin' +Fate. But I mean the sober side o' Fate, when I say I believe in it. A +train starts out o' New York city just the same time that a fool cow +puncher ropes a pony so he can ride to town for a big time. The puncher +reaches the washed-out railroad bridge five minutes before the +train—what do you call that? +</P> + +<P> +I was thinkin' o' these things while I was walkin' up the drive-way; +an' when I raised up my hand to knock, I felt just as if I'd been sent +for. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap14"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER FOURTEEN +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE CHINESE QUESTION +</H3> + +<P> +It happened just like I thought it would. I hadn't more than struck the +fourth or fifth tap before the door was opened by the finest little +woman you ever saw. She had a worried lock on her face, but when she +saw me the clouds rolled away an' she smiled clear into my heart. She +was a real lady—it stuck out all over her, like a keep-off-the-grass +sign. +</P> + +<P> +"Are you the man?" sez she. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I'm one of 'em," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"You know I sent clear to San Francisco for a man," sez she, "an' I +suppose you're the man." +</P> + +<P> +"To tell you the honest truth," sez I, "I was so preoccupied in Frisco +that I clean forgot to stop around for my mail, but as long as we're +conversin' on this subject, I'll just be bold enough to say 'at I'll +take the job, without askin' what it is." +</P> + +<P> +"Have you had a wide experience?" sez she. +</P> + +<P> +"Wide?" sez I. "Wide, only just begins to give you a hint at it. I +ain't filled with the lust of vanity, nor I ain't overly much given to +tootin' my own horn; but in my humble an' modest way I guarantee to be +able to do anything on this good, green earth 'at don't require a book +edication." +</P> + +<P> +"Can I trust you?" sez she, lookin' into my face mighty searchin'. +</P> + +<P> +"If you sell me anything," sez I, smilin' as near like a baby as I +could, "you'll have to trust me, 'cause I'm dead broke." She just stood +an' looked in through my face; an' I tell ya, boys, I was mighty glad +that in all this rip-snortin' world the' wasn't one single woman who +could rise up an' say that I hadn't played fair. She kept on lookin' +into me, until I knew she was readin' everything I had ever done or +said or thought, an' the sweat was tricklin' down my back like meltin' +snow. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," she sez finally, "I can trust you." +</P> + +<P> +"Don't you never doubt it," sez I. "All you need to do is to issue the +orders, an' if I don't carry 'em out, why, just tell the folks not to +send flowers. I ain't long on talk, but I'll agree to carry out any +plan you've got, from ditchin' a limited to shootin' up a Methodist +Church. That's me," sez I, "an' now let's have the news." +</P> + +<P> +Talk about bein' surprised! I thought she had a fence war on her hands +at the least; but what she wanted me to do was to take care of a gentle +old pair o' hosses, milk a cow, tend a garden, cut the grass, an' help +around the house. By the time she finished the program, I felt like a +fightin' bulldog when a week-old kitten spits at him. Here I was, +willin' to leave my hide tacked up on her barn, an' all she wanted was +a kind of lady-gardener. I just sort o' wilted down on the steps, an' I +must 'a' turned pale, 'cause she said to me, "Why, you must be hungry. +Haven't you had your breakfast?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, yes," sez I, "day before yesterday." +</P> + +<P> +Then she begun to rustle about an' fix me up a snack, an' I was glad I +had followed the finger o' Fate. The bill o' fare seemed altogether +adapted to my disposition. +</P> + +<P> +While I was fillin' up the chinks an' crevices, she dealt out a +varigated assortment of facts. It seemed they lived there on account o' +the health o' the baby. Her husband had had to go East, an' would be +there some six weeks longer. When he had left, she had an Irish cook, +an' a Chinaman as polite as an insurance agent; but as soon as he was +gone, the Chink began to take liberties, the cook packed up her brogue +an' headed for an inhabited community, an' then the Chink concluded +that all he saw was his'n. She finally took a brace a' told him to hit +the trail, an' he had gone off, vowin' to come back an' burn down the +whole place. This was her first year there, an' the closest neighbor +was seven miles across country, an' not well acquainted. +</P> + +<P> +She expected her cousin in a week or so, but as it was, she was +beginnin' to have trouble with her nerves. Then I was glad that I had +made her my little openin' address, 'cause she had joyfulled up like a +desert poney when he smells water. +</P> + +<P> +Well, I put in a rich an' useful day, as the preacher sez. First, I +rode one o' the veterans over to the station about ten miles away, an +telegraphed the other man not to bother; then I came back an' wed the +onions, washed the dishes, ran the washin' machine—say, I was bein' +entertained all right, but every minute I felt like reachin' to see if +my back hair wasn't comin' down. +</P> + +<P> +Me an' the cow had the time of our life that night. She had missed a +couple o' milkin's, an' didn't seem to care much about resumin' +payment; so I finally had to rope an' tie her, an' milk up hill into a +fruit-jar. Talk about bein' handy? I didn't know but what next day I'd +be doin' some plain sewin', or tuckin' the crust around a vinegar pie. +</P> + +<P> +That night after supper she put the kid to bed an' then came down, an' +we went around nailin' the house up. Finally she showed me where to +flop. It was in her husband's cave, I believe she called it—a little +room full o' books an' pipes an' resty-lookin' furniture. The' was a +big leather bunk, an' that was where I was to get mine. Her room was at +the head of the stairs, an' she had a rope goin' over the transom with +a bell hangin' to it, close in front of my door. The bell was to be my +signal if she heard the Chink attack before I did. Just before she went +upstairs she reached into the bosom of her dress an' fished out a real +revolver, about the size of a watch-charm. She held it in her hand and +looked into my eyes with her lips tight set. +</P> + +<P> +"Are the mosquitoes as bad as that?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I carry this all the time, to defend myself an' child," sez she, +rufflin' up like a hen when you pick up her chicken, an' she was so +earnest about it that I nearly choked, swallerin' a grin; 'cause +honest, I could 'a' snuffed the thing up my nose. +</P> + +<P> +I pulled a long face an' sez to her as solemn as a judge, "Is there +enough food and water in the house to stand a siege, in case the +Chinaman'd pen us up?" Her face grew drawn an' worried until she caught +the twinkle in my eye, an' then she broke into a simile an' tripped +upstairs like a girl. I stood out in the hall a moment lookin' after +her an' I was mighty glad I had come. We was both in need of company; +her mind was a heap easier than it had been that mornin', an' I felt +better than I had for some several days. I couldn't see where Sandy +Fergoson had told me anything that would get me any nearer what Barbie +wanted to know; an' yet I couldn't keep my mind off studyin' over it, +except when I was busy. It was the same with Bill Andrews, an' I was +glad to have some one new to worry over until I got tuned up again. +</P> + +<P> +As soon as she shut an' locked her door, I backed into my stall an' +looked about. The' was some invitin' lookin' books on the wall, an' I +read over the titles, finally selectin' one called, "The Ten Years' +Conflict." Now, if ever the' was a name framed up to deceive the +innocent, this here was the name. I opened the book with my mouth +waterin', thinkin' I was about to wade through two volumes of gore; but +it started out to tell about the Church of Scotland, an' I wasn't able +to keep awake to even the beginnin' of the scrap; so I started to +prepare myself for the morrow's duties, as the preacher sez. +</P> + +<P> +After I had opened my roll an' took out my guns, so I could show 'em to +her in the mornin' an' sort o' cheer her up, I shed my boots an' +proceeded to occupy my bunk. Say, it was like floppin' down on a tubful +o' suds. Springs! Well, you should have seen Uncle Happy bouncin' up +an' down. I reckon I went to sleep in mid-air, 'cause I was too tired +to remember whether I was a husky maid or a tender man. +</P> + +<P> +When I came to, I thought it must sure be the last day, an' that I had +waited for the very last call. The dinner-bell was a-knockin' all the +echoes in the house loose an' they was fallin' on my ear-drums in +bunches. I rushed out into the hall an' grabbed that bell by the +tongue, an' give a yell to let her know that I was ready for orders. +She opened the door an' came to the head of the stairs, an' sez, +"Hush-shh! Don't make any noise." +</P> + +<P> +"Noise!" sez I. "The' ain't any left. You used up all the raw material. +What seems to be wrong?" +</P> + +<P> +"Fido has just been growlin'," sez she, in a low whisper, "an' I heard +a noise out in the bushes." +</P> + +<P> +"What shall I do?" sez I. "Come up there an' toss Fido out into the +bushes, so as to kill two birds with one stone?" +</P> + +<P> +"No," sez she. "If you are willin' to take the risk, I wish that you +would go out the front door an' lock it after you. Then look around +careful and see if he is settin' fire to the house. Take my revolver +an' Fido, an' do be careful not to get hurt—an' don't kill him unless +you have to." +</P> + +<P> +"I won't kill him unless I see him, an' he won't hurt me unless he sees +me first," sez I. "You better keep Fido an' the gun. I don't want to be +bothered with a couple o' noncombatants." +</P> + +<P> +Fido was a little black woolly-faced dog, an' he didn't impress me as +bein' no old Injun-fighter. I went out an' chased a cat out o' the +bushes; but didn't flush up a single thing wantin' to disturb the +peace, except the goat. He was the most frolicsome goat I ever see, an' +he about got my tag before I heard him comin'. I rummaged the place +purty thorough, an' after tellin' her that all was well, I folded my +wings an' went to roost on the leather bunk again. +</P> + +<P> +Twice more that night the clanging bell summoned me to go forth an' +chase imaginary Chinamen, an' then my patience begun to get baggy at +the knees. I wanted to be up in time to gather the milk before the heat +of the day, an' I was a couple o' nights shy on my sleep already. The +last time I took Fido along an' dropped him into the feed-bin, where he +could hunt Chinamen to his heart's content 'thout disturbin' my beauty +sleep. +</P> + +<P> +Our days flowed along smooth an' peaceful; but most o' the nights I put +in huntin' Chinamen. No, I wouldn't have killed one if I could have +found him—well, not all at once. I got so I could churn an' dust an' +do fancy cookin', until if they'd been any men in that locality, I +reckon one would have chose me to be his wife—an' then came the cousin. +</P> + +<P> + She'd been tellin' me all about him—it's miraculous the way a<BR> +woman's talk'll flow after it's been dammed up a spell. He was from +Virginie an' was goin' to college to study chemistry, whatever that is; +an' he was an athlete an' a quarter-back an' a coxswain—oh, he was the +whole herd, the cousin was. I begun to feel shy whenever I thought of +him. I feared he might arrive when I was peelin' spuds with my apron +on, an' he might choose to kiss me. +</P> + +<P> +I drove to the station after him; but nobody got off the train except a +nice lookin' boy with outlandish clothes, an' a couple o' trunks. After +the train had pulled out, he sez to me, "Can you tell me the way to +Mrs. B. A. Cameron's?" +</P> + +<P> +"I can sight you purty close," sez I. "That's my present headquarters. +You—you ain't Ralph Chester Stuart, are ya?" +</P> + +<P> +"You win," sez he, as though we had made mud-pies together. "Come on, +let's load the trunks an' trip toward where ther's a noise like food. +I'm troubled with what they call a famine." +</P> + +<P> +We drove along, an' he was as merry as a bug an' talked a langwidge the +like of nothin' that I had ever met up with before; but I was tryin' to +fit his real size with my idea of it. I had been lookin' for a +six-footer with bulgy muscles an' a grippy jaw. This pink-cheeked boy +didn't look like no athlete to me. He was so cute an' sweet that I felt +like hangin' a string o' coral beads around his neck an' savin' him for +my adopted daughter. I had just concluded to hand over the dish-washin' +right at the start, when he fished up a pipe out of a case, filled it, +an' begun to puff like a grown-up, an' then I savvied that dish-washin' +wasn't one of his hobbies. "Any sport here?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"If you're good at dreamin," sez I, "you can have the time of your life +huntin' Chinamen. I never see a place yet where the huntin' was so +plentiful an' the game so scarce." +</P> + +<P> +He got interested in a minute an' told me he had a shotgun, a rifle, +an' three revolvers. +</P> + +<P> +"I wish I could write Chinese," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"What for?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"So I could put up a sign warnin' him away," sez I. "Why, if we'd all +three get a chance at that Chinaman, it'd take me a solid week to clean +him off the lawn." +</P> + +<P> +Ches an' me got along fine. He was a game little rooster, an' his +college stories used to tickle me half to death. I never would have +believed that a little feller could 'a' been a college athlete; but +Ches had got his pictures in the papers, time an' again. At college +they race in a boat about the size an' shape of a telegraph pole, eight +of 'em rowin' an' the coxswain perched tip behind, pickin' out the path +an' tellin' the rowers not to think of their future, but to kill +theirselves right then if it will win the race. Ches sez that the +coxswain is the most important man in the boat. He had a good deal the +same views about the quarter-back, in fact he took what they call a +purely personal estimate of life. +</P> + +<P> +He showed me how to play football. It's pleasant pastime, but too +excitin' for a frail thing like me. He gave me his cap to carry, an' +told me to back off about twenty feet, an' try to run over him, or +stick my stiff-arm in his face or dodge him—any way at all to get by. +I backed off an' then I looked at him. He looked about as hard to get +by as a toadstool. +</P> + +<P> +"Now, Ches, I don't want to have your blood on my head," I sez, "an if +you've just been jokin', why say so." But no, nothin' would do but I +must run him down. I never won much of a reputation for bein' slow, an' +I weigh one ninety when I'm ganted down to workin' trim. I took a full +breath an' sailed into him. I intended to give a jump just before I +reached him an' go clear over his head, but I lacked the time. Just as +I took my jump he gave a lunge, wrapped himself about my lower +extremities, an' we sailed up among the tree-tops. All the way up I was +tryin' to figure out how it happened; but when we struck the earth +again, I didn't care. I knew it would never happen again. I'd shoot +first. +</P> + +<P> +We lit on top of my face an' whirled around a few times an' then sort +o' crumbled up in a heap, with him still shuttin' off the circulation +in my legs. "Down!" sez he, "an' now the ball is dead." +</P> + +<P> +"I can't answer for the ball," sez I, "but I'm about as near bein' in +the coffin mood myself as I ever get at this season of the year. What +game did you say we was indulgin' in?" +</P> + +<P> +"This is football," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm glad to know it," sez I, "so that in the future when any one +issues an invitation for me to play football I can make arrangements +for provin' an alibi. If I HAD to play a game like this I should choose +to be the ball." +</P> + +<P> +He was full o' little ways like this an' entertained me fine; but it +was mighty hard to wring any useful work out of him. He used to prune +the rose vines, and now and again he'd do a little dustin'; but once +when I had to bake sourdough bread, I pointed out that the garden +needed weedin', an' explained to him just what effect weedin' had on +garden truck. He sez to me, "My motto is, 'Competition results in the +survival of the fittest.' I ain't no Socialist." When I asked him what +this bunch of words meant, he told me that he didn't know of any +exercise 'at would do me so much good as learnin' to think for myself; +an' that's all the satisfaction I could get out of him. He was some +like other edicated persons I've met up with: when you tried to get him +to do something useful, he'd fall back on his book knowledge, roll out +a string of high steppin' words, an' then look prepossessed. +</P> + +<P> +He was good about one thing, though: he just about took the night trick +off my hands, so that I begun catchin' up with my sleep again. He used +to load himself down with firearms an' he and Fido would hunt Chinamen +two or three hours every night, but he never had no luck. Several times +the neighbors rode by an' they told us that the' was a gang breakin' +into houses an' stealin', but they couldn't seem to get any track of +'em. +</P> + +<P> +One mornin' I was tryin' to find out what made the sewin' machine drop +stitches, when he came runnin' in with his eyes stickin' out like a +toad's. +</P> + +<P> +"He's been sleepin' in the barn," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Who—the horse?" sez I, thinkin' it was one of his jokes. +</P> + +<P> +"No," sez he, "the Chinaman." +</P> + +<P> +Well, I looked at him, an' he explained how his suspicions had been +aroused, an' that he had made a practice of stirrin' up the straw each +evenin', an' then each mornin' would find the print of a man's body but +that he had put tar on the ladder without gettin' any evidence. +</P> + +<P> +I pricked up my ears at this, an' turned the machine out on pasture for +a while. We went to the barn, an' there, sure enough, was the print of +a man's body. Then we adjourned to the shade to hatch up a sub-tile +plot. We smoked an' hatched until it was time for me to go in an' help +with dinner. We was both thinkin' hard, an' finally I sez, "Now, Ches, +the craftiest thing for us to do, is for me to cover up in the straw, +an' when he lays down, explode my gun against his ribs." He had +pestered me a mighty sight, an' I never was partial to 'em nohow. Ches +never made any reply; he was what you call engrossed. All of a sudden +he leaps to his feet an' slaps me on the shoulder. +</P> + +<P> +"Happy," sez he, "are ya game?" +</P> + +<P> +I looked at him a while, an' then I sez gently, "Now look here, Mister, +I ain't no hero, an' if you happen to have any more college festivities +to introduce, why I'll own up to a yellow streak a foot wide; but I +don't recollect just what day it was that any livin' man accused me of +bein' down-right pale-blooded. If you got any hair-raisin' projec' in +your head, don't bother to break it gentle. Just tell it right out, an' +I'll lean up against this tree, so as not to hurt myself should I +faint." +</P> + +<P> +"Well," sez he, chucklin' like a prairie-dog. "I propose we paint up +the goat with phosphorus, put him in the barn, an' me an' you get up in +the trees to watch." +</P> + +<P> +"What's the goat done?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"The goat ain't done nothin'," sez he, "but he'll scare the Chink to +death, an' when he comes out we can shoot him in the leg or something." +</P> + +<P> +"No," sez I, "it won't work. The Chink knows the goat better'n we do; +an' it'll be the goat that'll come out an' get shot in the leg, while +the Chink'll get away." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, rats!" sez Ches. "He won't even know it's a goat. Can't you see +that?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why won't he know it's a goat?" I sez, gettin' impatient. "A +Chinaman's got just as much sense as a human being, an' you'll find it +out sometime too." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, but didn't I tell you I was goin' to paint him with phosphorus?" +sez Ches, all het up. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know what phosphorus is," sez I, "but you'll have to do a +master job of painting to make that William goat look like a +pinchin'-bug. Still, this is your projec' an' if you want to play the +wheel one whirl, why I'll help stick up the stake." +</P> + +<P> +I was busy about the house all afternoon, an' Ches kept himself penned +up in his labatory. He had brought out a lot of stuff in cans an' +bottles, had turned the woodshed into what he called a labatory, an' +spent a good part of his time there, mixin' up peculiar stenches. They +used to smell something frightful; but they only exploded about half +the time. No matter what they did do, he always claimed that it was +just exactly what he intended; but his hands was colored up constant +like a fried egg, an' I never took much joy in loafin' about the +woodshed. +</P> + +<P> +That night as soon as I had my dishes washed an' the kitchen red up, we +caught the goat an' took him to the barn. He was considerable of a +goat, this one was, with horns on him a foot long an' a fright of a +temper. He was one o' these fellers what is always out o' humor, only +sometimes farther out than common. Still, me with my rope, an' Ches +with his football habits, was one too many for Mr. Goat; an' we soon +had him up in the haymow. Then I passed up the can o' paint, an' took a +stroll around to see that no one had been givin' us the look-over. +</P> + +<P> +The can o' paint did have a pretty fierce smell, but I didn't put much +faith in it. I'd been in opium joints, an' I knew that a Chinaman would +FATTEN on a smell 'at would suffocate a goat; an' when it comes to +vigorous an' able-bodied odors, a billy-goat ain't no tenderfoot +himself. +</P> + +<P> +After a time Ches came down with a heavenly smile on his face, so I +knew the goat hadn't smothered yet; an' then we went into the house an' +handled the lights in just the regular way; but when the time came, +instead of goin' to bed, we went out an' cooned up a big tree, about on +a level with the mow-window. Ches had nailed up a kind of platform, +which was rickety enough to keep a sensible man on the watch; but first +I knew he was wakin' me up. He had his hand over my mouth, an' +whispered, "He's in the yard now." +</P> + +<P> +I ain't one o' them what yawns an' grunts an' stretches; I wake up like +an antelope—all in a bunch. +</P> + +<P> +The' was a little rustlin' back in some bushes over by the fence. Then, +after a pause, we heard a queer scratchin' noise. He was climbin' up a +tree at the back o' the barn so as to get in through a scuttle in the +roof. 'T was gettin' interestin', an' I got out my guns an' held 'em +ready. Ches had a whole arsenal spread out around him, an' I could easy +see a week's work ahead of me, a-policin' up the premises. +</P> + +<P> +The sky was just literally soggy with stars, an' you could see the +outline of things purty plain. It was one o' those nights when +everything is so still that you hear with the inside of your head, an' +any little real noise fair puts a crimp in ya. +</P> + +<P> +We was leanin' on the rail of Ches's platform, when all of a sudden we +hear the greatest jabberin' ever a human man heard. A goat an' a +Chinaman speaks the same langwidge, an' goodness only knows what Billy +Buck was a-tellin' him but the tone was insistent an' the effect was +most exhilaratin'. I had my ears stretched out to catch every +sound—an' sounds wasn't nowise scarce just then. Squeals an' groans, +an' wrastlin' an' blows, kept a feller all keyed up, an' we was bitin' +our lips to keep from laughin'—an' then it happened! +</P> + +<P> +The door o' that mow flew open as though it was struck by eleven +engines, a dark form shot out, followed by two more—an' then the +devil, himself, poked his head out through that haymow window. Talk +about faces—Lord! I attended a ghost dance over in the Sioux country +oncet; but it was a Sunday-school picnic alongside the face that poked +its way out of that door. +</P> + +<P> +The' was rings of fire around the eyes, nose, an' mouth, the whiskers +was one long waverin', ghastly flame, an' the horns was two others. +The' was a blue gritchety sort o' smoke curlin' up around the face, an' +my heart laid right down in its tracks an' rolled over on its back. I +only saw that face a second, but I can shut my eyes an' see it right +now. Gosh! +</P> + +<P> +I ain't much superstiticus, 'cept when I'm gamblin', but of course I +know the' 's such things as ghosts an' devils an' sich, an' I don't +take no liberties with 'em. I screeched out, a "Great Scott! what's +that?" My hands shut up voluntary, both my guns went off in the air, +the rail broke, an' me an' Ches sort o' chuck-lucked to the ground. We +didn't miss any limbs on the way down, nor the guns didn't neither. +Every time they bumped a limb, they went off, an' it sounded like +Custer's last stand. +</P> + +<P> +We weren't hurt none, an' scrambled to our feet in a second. The' was +an awful squawkin' goin' on under the haymow window, an' that horrible, +fire-faced devil seemed to be eatin' the heads off the Chinamen. I got +a better view of it this time, an' I see it was one o' the dragons they +worship. It made me feel a little better, 'cause I didn't see why he'd +have any grudge against a Christian. Still, I wasn't takin' no chances, +so I grabbed Ches by the arm an' headed for the kitchen—him stickin' +his heels in the ground an' callin' me coward. I thought he had lost +his mind, so I didn't pay any heed to him. +</P> + +<P> +We threw ourselves against the kitchen door, an' I hammered on it with +my knuckles, while Ches kicked me on the shins an' tried to get away. +Finally Mrs. Cameron raised an upstairs window an' began shootin' with +her bean-blower. I've no idy what she was shootin' at; but she hit me +twice in the boot-leg, an' blame if it didn't sting like a whip. +</P> + +<P> +Ches jerked loose while I was rubbin' the sore spot, an' as I glanced +up I saw the three dark forms comin' after us followed closer by the +devil-dragon, his face fairly drippin' with liquid fire. The whole +bunch of 'em looked outrageous big, an' I felt about as massive an' +forceful as an angle-worm; but at that, I managed to open the celler +door, an' tried to get Ches to come in too. "Ches," I whispered, for I +hadn't strength enough to yell, "Ches, come on in an' save yourself;" +but he never gave no heed. He just stood crouching over in the shadow +while they headed for him, devil-dragon an' all. +</P> + +<P> +I wanted to crawl into the cellar alone, but I lacked just one grain of +havin' moral courage enough, so I stood still with my knees beatin' +together, watchin' 'em come. My heart ached to think that he was out of +his head an' fairly throwin' himself away, an' then all of a sudden, it +flashed upon me that the blame fool was playin' football. On they +charged like a stampeded herd, a-screechin' like a run-away freight +wagon with dry axles, while that pink-checked tenderfoot stood in his +tracks, as calm an' cool as the North Star, until they arrived at the +proper distance, an' then he sorted out the big one in the center an' +dove for his legs. +</P> + +<P> +They went up in the air, like a long-horn foolin' with the leg-throw +for the first time, the other two bumped into them, the fire-faced +devil-dragon slipped through, caught me full in the pantry, an' we all +avalanched into the celler in one mixed up tangle. I can't describe it +to you. I saw a photograph oncet of the bottomless pit at a revival +meeting, and this lay-out was a card out of the same deck. I ain't +stuck-up nor exclusive; but hang me if I ever want to get into such a +mixed crowd again. We bit an' kicked an' hammered each other till I +felt like quartz at a stamp-mill. The only light we had, came from the +Chinese devil'-an' I 'd a heap sooner had none. +</P> + +<P> +Finally I got hold of two cues, an' it give me a logical purpose. I +simply took a short hold on those cues an' bumped the heads they +belonged to, together, until that dragon caught sight of me an' hit me +a thump in the back that loosened all my teeth. Something began to make +an awful bawling sound, an' it scared the life out of me until I see +the Chinese devil go up the stairs leaving a trail of flame behind him; +an' then I knew that one of our own Medicines had arrived. +</P> + +<P> +This was some the worst roar I ever heard. It would start in with a lot +of foreign words an' end up with Rah! Rah Rah! The voice sounded +something like Chess; but when I called him he didn't answer, an' I +feared it was his spirit. +</P> + +<P> +The' didn't seem to be any use in bumpin' my two heads together any +more, so purty soon I dropped 'em, an' straightened up. The' wasn't a +sound, an' it was enough sight scarier than the noise had been. I +looked around in the dark, an' the' was ghastly waverin' flames all +over an' I could see hideous faces grinnin' at me. +</P> + +<P> +I scuttled out o' that cellar like a homin' rabbit, an' ran around to +the side door. Mrs. Cameron put her head out after a bit, an' when she +found out who I was, she let her lantern down to me on a string, an' I +screwed up my courage an' went back to the cellar. I listened a moment, +an' it was quiet as a grave—it was too much like a grave to suit me. I +needed the touch of an old friend, so I went back an' hunted up one of +my guns, loaded it, an' went down into that cellar—an' I never want my +nerves stretched no tighter than the' were right at that minute. I see +three Chinamen an' Ches stretched out in a heap, Ches still huggin' the +big one he had picked out first. +</P> + +<P> +I carried the two of 'em upstairs still locked together, an' laid 'em +on the porch. As I did so, Ches opened his eyes an' smiled weakly, ail +sez to me most beseechful, "Gi' me the ball, gi' me the ball, an' let +Hodge an' Roger throw me over the line. It's no use tryin' to buck +through." The doggone loon still thought the was playin' football, I +don't reckon a railroad wreck would give one o' them football players a +single new sensation. +</P> + +<P> +He jumps up after a minute, shakes himself, an' seems as good as new. I +was for lettin' the Chinks go, an' gettin' indoors; but not for him, so +we ties 'em; but I ain't a mite easy in my mind. I was still lookin' +for old Mister Devil-Dragon to come chargin' back with his Fourth o' +July face, an' put an' everlastin' crimp in us. His man had a cut in +the back of the head, while my two was merely softened up a little; an' +as soon as we got 'em in the kitchen an' threw some water in their +faces, they revived out of it an' began to jabber enough to give a +steam whistle the headache. +</P> + +<P> +"I'd better go an' let my cousin know we're all right," sez Ches. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, we'll both go," sez I, quickly. +</P> + +<P> +"You'd better stay an' keep guard," sez Ches. +</P> + +<P> +"The door's locked an' they're tied," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +We went together, an' Mrs. Cameron laughed an' wept an' made a great +fuss. When we came back, the Chinks were gone. +</P> + +<P> +"I told you to stay on guard," yells Ches. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I'm mighty glad I didn't," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"What do you mean?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Can't you see what happened?" sez I. "Their blamed fire-faced dragon +came back an' took 'em off, an' if I'd been here, like as not, he'd +have taken me too. He'd 'a' taken 'em down cellar; but your Good +Medicine came an' gave a shriek an' scared him away." +</P> + +<P> +Ches stood an' looked at me. "If you are really crazy, I don't mind +your talkin' this way;" he sez finally, "but if you have a grain of +sense left, tell me what you mean." +</P> + +<P> +"Do you mean to tell me that you didn't see him?" I sez. "He had horns +an' a long beard, an' was about six feet high an' spouted fire, an'—" +</P> + +<P> +"Do you mean the goat?" he snaps in. +</P> + +<P> +"Goat!" I sez, gettin' mad. "Now don't get gay. The goat has tried to +butt me fifty times since I been here, an' I guess I know him by sight; +but this thing—" +</P> + +<P> +He see I was in earnest, took a match, wet it, an' held it in a dark +corner. "The goat was painted with that," sez he, an' I saw it all, an' +I—well, I just natchly shriveled. I thought it all over. "Well, then," +sez I, "what was the thing that gave the spirit call in the cellar?" +</P> + +<P> +"That was my college yell," sez Ches, an' he gave it again, an' gee, +but it would 'a' made an Injun's mouth water. +</P> + +<P> +I was beginnin' to see that the' was a heap more in a college edication +than I'd ever supposed. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap15"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER FIFTEEN +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE DIAMOND DOT AGAIN +</H3> + +<P> +Next day we searched the barn an' found her just soggy with stolen +stuff. We started out the news an' most of it was claimed up by the +neighbors for a hundred miles around. They heroed me an' Ches right +consid'able; but we didn't tell 'em about the goat. It might put the +Chinamen wise, you see. They took up a purse of eighteen hundred +dollars for us which had been offered in rewards one place an' another, +an' we felt purty tol'able contented. +</P> + +<P> +But I was beginnin' to get lonesome, the same as I allus do when I've +been in one o' these quiet, stagnant places for a spell. I was fond o' +Mrs. Cameron an' the baby an' the place an' the cookin', an' I thought +the world o' Ches; but the' was a constant tuggin' at my heart to get +back to the Diamond Dot, back to the big, free sweep o' plains, back to +little Barbie. +</P> + +<P> +I'd been soakin' away all Ches's stories an' ways, an' I knew she 'd be +full as interested in 'em as I was. I had had enough o' business too. I +could easy see 'at I wasn't cut out for a business man, but I generally +managed to round up a little wealth one way or another. I knew all +along that I didn't really have a taste for business; it was just that +fool talk o' Bill Andrews that made me want to cut loose from the +Diamond Dot. I'd made up my mind now on that question, an' it was +surprisin' how simple the answer was after I'd finally worked it out. +The answer was this: I had as good a right anywhere on earth as any one +else did. I was some company for Barbie at the Diamond Dot, an' it +suited us both first rate. If it got on Bill Andrews' nerves till he +couldn't keep it under his breath, why I'd have to furnish him with an +excuse for movin'; but as for myself, I'd just stick around until +things began to creak a little. +</P> + +<P> +When Mr. Cameron came back, he made a big fuss over me an' Ches—he was +an' A1 sort of a man, Cameron was—an' he wanted me to stay right along +offerin' me big wages, which was a thing that Mrs. Cameron had forgot +all about, an' me too; but I didn't feel like stayin'; so I set a date +an' then it was settled. Besides, Ches would be goin' back to college +again soon. +</P> + +<P> +Cameron was a real estate broker in the East, but was beginnin' to +study up on minin' propositions. He knew all about Slocum's Luck, that +is, he knew the' was such a mine, an' that they was still lawin' over +it; but when I asked him about ever havin' heard of a mine called the +Creole Belle, he shook his head an' said he never had. He hadn't heard +of Jack Whitman, nor George Jordan, nor even Sandy Fergoson; so I see +the' wasn't any use in stayin' around there, an' while I hated to part +with 'em, I was glad when the time came for me to say good-bye. +</P> + +<P> +They wanted to give some kind of a present when I left; but the only +thing I'd accept of, was a pair of chickens. I had got used to eatin' +eggs whilst I was there, an' I knew 'at Barbie would like 'em; so they +put me up a rooster an' a hen in a basket, an' I rolled up my roll, an' +drove off to the depot with Ches. He was mighty sober when we got out +of sight of the house, an' after he did get to talkin' it was mostly of +all the good times we had had, an' how he wished I was goin' back with +him, or else he was goin' on with me. I told him all about the Diamond +Dot, an' how to get to it, an' invited him out for a visit any time he +could get away. I didn't tell him much about Barbie; but I made him +promise that if ever his Cousin found out the facts about the Creole +Belle mine, he'd let me know at once. I couldn't bring myself to +believe that Sandy Fergoson had been crazy, an' I was beginnin' to come +to the conclusion that the' must have been both a woman an' a mine +mixed up—an' that's a combination to bowl over the best of us. +</P> + +<P> +Ches said he was so stuck on the West that he half believed he'd learn +to be a minin' engineer an' come out here an' live. He tried to get me +to promise to come an' visit him, but I told him that I ranged over the +same territory mostly, an' wouldn't know how to act in the East; but +that if I ever did head in that direction, I'd sure look him 'up. He +bought my ticket while I was gettin' my roll out of the wagon, an' I +couldn't make him take the money for it. +</P> + +<P> +"This ain't on me," he sez, "the Camerons's payin' for this; but even +if I was, I reckon I could afford it. You've brought me my luck." +</P> + +<P> +"How about it bein' your bringin' me mine?" sez I, but he wouldn't +stand for it, so I got on the train with purty close to a thousand +dollars in my clothes an' a pair of chickens in my basket. He stood on +the platform until we were out o' sight, an' then I settled back to +think things over. +</P> + +<P> +People are more different than the other kinds of animals, an' yet +they're a heap alike, too. Now, me an' Ches was about as different as +they ever get, most ways, an' yet we pulled a level double-tree out in +the open. I could see the difference between my kind o' talk an' his; +but neither one of 'em was the booky kind that Mr. Cameron talked, an' +yet we had all three sat out one night watchin' the stars, an' the' +wasn't much difference in what we thought about a lot o' things; but by +the time we reached Oakland, I wasn't takin' such friendly views of +humanity. +</P> + +<P> +Now, I don't mind what a feller does as long as it don't interfere with +me, an' even then, I can put up with a sight o' bother; but all the +passengers on that train, an' the train crew too, seemed to think that +it just about capped the climax to see a man o' my build totin' along a +pair o' chickens. The' wasn't anybody on that train who behaved any +better'n those chickens did, except the first time I tried to water'em +out o' the cup; but they nearly pestered me to death tryin' to find out +what was mysterious about 'em I told 'em the full reasons for my takin' +'em up to the Diamond Dot; but that didn't suit 'em, they had to have +some outlandish excuse. I stuck to the truth until my good nature began +to blister an' then I fixed up a past history for those chickens that +wasn't nowise common. +</P> + +<P> +When you just glance at it, a chicken ain't a creature that's apt to +have a adventurous life; but long before we reached Oakland, folks was +gettin' on the train every place we stopped, just to have a look at +chickens what had been taught to tell counterfeit money. It was easy +enough when I got started. Every one knows that a chicken's eye is +mighty detectin'. They stroll along pickin' up bugs 'at you or I can't +see with a magnascope, an' all 'at would be necessary to make 'em +experts at money, would be to get 'em interested. +</P> + +<P> +The' 's allus somebody in a crowd who don't swaller bait as easy as the +rest, an' bye an' bye a feller holds up a silver dollar to the rooster. +The rooster was a pretty beast, all red an' blue, an' a good feeler; +but he didn't care a hang for money. He turned his head away, an' I +sez, "The dollar's good." +</P> + +<P> +But the feller had to keep on makin' tests, which didn't interest the +rooster any until finally the rooster begun to get some exasperated. +The feller held out a five-dollar bill to the rooster, an' he was tired +o' such nonsense an' took a sudden peck at it an' tore it in two. "It's +bad," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I knew it was bad," sez he. "I said when I took it that I bet it +wasn't any good; but one o' these smooth Easterners give it to me. If +I'd had a bird like that I wouldn't 'a' got stuck. What'll you take for +him?" +</P> + +<P> +I smiled and sez, "I don't reckon you'd believe what these birds is +worth, but I wouldn't want to sell 'em even if I got my price. I wish +you'd give me that counterfeit bill though. The hen ain't fully taught +an' bills like that are scarce." +</P> + +<P> +He give me the bill, an' offered me all kinds o' prices for the +poultry; but I wanted to take 'em to Barbie, an' I finally stuck 'em +under the seat an' refused to let any one see 'em. That blame fool +offered me seventy-five dollars for that pair o' chickens when he got +off the train at Oakland, an' I was blame glad I had give up business, +'cause it was sure good business to take a price like that. The +five-dollar bill was all right an' I spent part of it at the +restaurants along the way. +</P> + +<P> +When I got off the train at Webb Station, who did I see but Spider +Kelley an' the home freight-wagon. Well, we was both glad to see each +other, an' he stayed sober just so we could chat together on the home +ride. +</P> + +<P> +"How did you like business?" sez he. "Oh, it pays—in a money way," sez +I, "but it's too monotonous. I don't like it." +</P> + +<P> +"You ain't been gone long enough to make much money," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, no, not what you would call money in business," sez I, "but I've +handled several pieces o' coin since I been away, an' I'll have nine +hundred for ol' Cast Steel to put out on pasture for me." +</P> + +<P> +"Nine hundred! Well, by gee!" sez Spider. "What kind o' business have +you been in, Happy?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I tried hosses first, but they wasn't enough change in it, then I +went to Frisco an' give the dry-goods business a work-out. I tried the +real estate business next; but, Spider, you'll be surprised to learn +that I made more money out o' goats an' chickens than any other +business I got into." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, that sure is wonderful," sez Spider. "Are you goin' to stay here +a spell, or are you just goin' to try to get Old Cast Steel interested +in poultry? I doubt if he goes into chickens deep, he allus likes to +herd on a big scale." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm goin' to give this here pair to Barbie," sez I. "If the old man +wants me to take on for the fall round-up, why it's likely I'll do it, +an' I may even stay through the winter. Money ain't the whole o' life, +an' I like this range better'n any I ever rode over." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, he'll be glad enough to take you on for the round-up," sez +Spider. "Omaha has quit." +</P> + +<P> +"The deuce he has," sez I. "What did he quit for?" +</P> + +<P> +"Him an' Bill Andrews had some words, an' I got to own up that Bill was +in the right of it. Cast Steel didn't take any sides, an' Omaha, he +finally pulled out week before last. Bill Andrews is the nearest thing +we got to a foreman now." +</P> + +<P> +"How's everything goin'?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Smoother'n oil," sez he. "I've been around the ranch house ever since +you been away, tendin' to Pluto an' breakin' colts." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm goin' to get out an' walk back," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"What the 'ell for?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I never struck this place before when it wasn't in a tangle," sez I, +"an' I feel in my bones, it betokens bad luck." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, hoofs," sez he, "you ain't that superstitious are you? Did you +leave last time in the same humor as usual?" +</P> + +<P> +Then I felt a shade easier. "No," sez I, "every other time me an' Cast +Steel had had a little difference; but this time, I was simply tired o' +the place. Well, I'll go on an' chance it; but I'm leery that somethin' +will happen." +</P> + +<P> +We arrived next day in time for supper, an' Barbie an' Jabez was mighty +glad to see me. Barbie went wild over the chickens, just as I knew she +would, an' Jabez said that he used to like eggs himself when he was a +boy, an' would have got some poultry long ago if he'd only thought of +it. They both of 'em laughed to think that I had at last come back to +the Diamond Dot without findin' any kind of warfare; an' when I told +'em that it sort o' worried me, they only laughed the more. +</P> + +<P> +"How did you like business, Happy?" sez Jabez. +</P> + +<P> +"I got nine hundred dollars I wish you'd range out with the rest o' my +herd," sez I, "but to tell you the simple truth, I don't like business, +not one mite." +</P> + +<P> +I thought I could stall 'em off without tellin' 'em what kind o' +business I'd made my stake in, but they wormed it out o' me before that +first meal was over. It was a merry meal, an' lasted about three hours. +I enjoyed it, but I made up my mind that if I took on again, I was +goin' to eat with the rest of the boys. I had allus et with Barbie an' +Jabez; but I didn't want to have any o' the outfit get to thinkin' that +I wasn't nothin' but a visitor. When bedtime hove around, Jabez sez, +"Well, you'll find your old room ready, Happy." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, I reckon I'll sleep in the bunk shack from this on," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I reckon you won't," sez he. "You're worth more to me as a sort o' +reserve than you 'd be as a straight puncher, an' the' ain't no use o' +your gettin' so blame finicky all of a sudden. What's got into you +lately?" +</P> + +<P> +"Now, you knob' how it is, Jabez," sez I, "if I cut loose from the rest +o' the bunch, they're bound to talk about it an'—" +</P> + +<P> +"Let 'em talk," he snaps in. "Talk ain't expensive; but I don't think +they're a jealous lot. They all like you, Happy, an' I got a sort of a +suspicion that those who don't won't pester you overly much. I ain't +heard the straight of it, but I have heard some talk about him +overestimatin' his ability in the ridin' line. Now cut out this +nonsense an' just begin where you left off. Barbie here'll be mighty +glad of some company again." +</P> + +<P> +It didn't take 'em long to talk me into it—it generally is easy to +break down a man's will when it ain't braced up by his natural desires; +so after I'd balked as long as seemed polite, I settled into the collar +again an' trotted along just in the same old gait. +</P> + +<P> +It was just as I thought. Barbie was plumb wild to hear all those +college stories, an' the queer words that Ches used to talk with. She +asked me about a thousand questions that I wasn't sure on the answers; +but I made out to interest her, an' Jabez' face used to beam when he'd +hear her laugh ring out. +</P> + +<P> +We were sure a happy household; but I noticed mighty soon that Barbie +was more restless than ever; but also had more control over herself. +She wasn't so quick about either askin' questions nor givin' answers as +she used to be, an' she noticed things closer—an' this was goin' some +too; 'cause she allus did inspect everything that came on her range. +</P> + +<P> +We had a gang o' tourists swoop down on us for a couple o' days, an' it +tickled me to see her watch 'em an' draw back in her shell any time she +thought they was watchin' her. I knew every line in her face, an' +mighty few of her thoughts came as a surprise when she framed 'em into +words. She never said it all now, unless she was het up about +something, an' I like to listen to any one 'at talks like that. Her +best thoughts were never accented, they just came in as packin' like, +an' it added to the interest. When a feller hands out a little +commonplace idy an' then sends along a couple o' verses to tell what it +means, I get weary; but when I'm able to see into somethin' that lays +too close to his heart to say out, an' too close to forget, why I feel +as if I had found a real jewel, an' that was the way with Barbie. I +knew that somethin' was tuggin' at her; but when I found out exactly +what it was, it came with almost as much of a shock as if I hadn't +known it was there all the time. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap16"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER SIXTEEN +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE HIGHER EDUCATION OF WOMAN +</H3> + +<P> +Barbie had grown some more, even durin' the little time 'at I'd been +away. She had got used to the new rig she wore an' wasn't a mite +awkward, an' her face was firmer an' more self-composed. She was +purtier too, though it don't seem possible. It even seems more +impossible when I tell ya that she looked more like of Cast Steel than +ever. He an' the girl was a heap alike, 'cept that he was big an' +raw-boned an' spare-featured; while she was as dainty as an antelope, +an' as far as looks went, she was the Queen Bee of Creation, I reckon. +</P> + +<P> +When it came to ridin' a bucker or shootin' off an eye-winker or +expressin' herself free an' frank, she didn't have to import no +testimony to prove 'at she was his daughter either. She had him skinned +on ridin' though; 'cause while he was able to set anything on four +feet, he allus showed 'at he had begun late in life, an' he sometimes +jerked the bit unintentional; while she—well, I reckon she must 'a' +been born on hoss-back, an' besides, I had give her all the pointers +the' was. +</P> + +<P> +One mornin' about ten days after I'd come back, I heard 'em discussin' +purty heatedly out back of the corral; an' I just sauntered over to +harken to it. It wasn't a case of eavesdroppin', 'cause when them two +had any comments to make they didn't care a blue bean what the +prevailin' style in opinions happened to be, they nailed their own +personal jedgments on the wall an' then stuck around handy to back 'em +up. I was particular anxious to know what they was crossin' words over, +'cause I couldn't get it out o' my head but what my comin' back an' +findin' 'em peaceable betokened something. +</P> + +<P> +Jabez was standin' with his feet wide apart, his hands on his hips, his +hat tilted over one ear, his chin stickin' out with the lips pursed up, +an' his eyes had a dogged look in 'em. Line by line an' feature by +feature, she shadowed him to the last item; an' neither one of 'em saw +a twinkle o' comicalness in it, neither. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you know who you're talkin' to?" he yells just as I arrived. "I'm +your father!" +</P> + +<P> +"What of it?" she snaps back. "It's too late to remedy that—I just got +to make the best of it. But do you know who you're talkin' to? I'm the +future owner of the Diamond Dot, an' I ain't a-layin' no plans to have +the lala-kadinks from the civilized parts o' this country come out an' +round up my langwidge, same as they gather Injun speciments. You may be +my father, but you can just bet your saddle that before I reach the end +o' my trail, a stranger won't be able to guess it from our talk." +</P> + +<P> +Now the old man was mighty savin' with his cuss-words, a' he put out a +purty tol'able fair grade o' grammar; but the girl had an eye in her +head and an ear to listen with, an' she had been for a long time takin' +notice o' the side winks o' the Easterners. Some Easterners put on +their manners the same as their complexions, an' the open air is apt to +put cracks in 'em. +</P> + +<P> +The of man looked at her a good long while, but she never blinked a +winker; an' he finally turned away an' said in a soft-like voice, "I +know, child, I ain't been able to fill the part full measure—but it +ain't 'cause I haven't tried. I reckon you'll have to go, honey; but +it'll sure be lonesome while you're away; an' when you do come back +you'll never be my little kid any more." His voice kept gettin' sadder +an' sadder until I about snuffled myself when he continued "I'll rub up +my talk all I can while you're away, an' then if you bring out any +friends next summer you can tell 'em that I'm the foreman an' that you +let me eat in the house while your father is takin' a trip to Europe." +</P> + +<P> +The ol' man would have played that part about as natural as a bull +buffalo, but he fooled himself into believin' it, an' his voice was +purty shaky at the end. Barbie's eyes filled up with tears, an' when he +stopped an' began to totter feebly toward the house, she ran up an' +threw her arms about his neck, an' said. "Dad. I just hate you—you +don't play fair. You start the game under one set o' rules an' then +when you get the worst of it you just simply crawfish. When we were +sayin' mean things out in the open, I just natchly put it all over you; +an' now you flop over on your back an' work that 'coals o' fire' stunt, +an' I just hate you. You know in your heart I'd be proud of you in any +company on earth, but the' is a heap o' difference between you an' me. +You have been successful, an' strangers will respect you for it; but +it's got to be a show-down with me every time. If I don't learn the new +gaits, so a stranger will think I'm city-broke, some fresh tourist is +apt to get the idee that I'm as uncivilized as my manners, an' it won't +do to tramp on my toes—not overly often. But I don't have to leave +you. I'll just turn in an' do the job right here on the ranch, an' +accordin' to the very latest models. You get me a lot o' books an' all +the magazines an' fashion papers, an' hanged if I don't turn out a job +'at'll fool the best of 'em. You're a mean old Daddy, you are, for a +fact; but we snake too dandy a duet for me to go away an' leave you to +grind out a solo all alone. But—but I sure wanted to go." +</P> + +<P> +Well, Jabez grinned all over; but I saw that he wasn't through with it +so easy. Barbie wasn't the one to throw her rope before she was all +braced for the jerk, an' the' wouldn't be any kinks in her logic, +neither. She had thrown a purty stout string of arguments, an' I was +full prepared when they told me that he was to have his way about it, +an' she was to go to college that very fall. +</P> + +<P> +She did go in less'n a month to a prep-school clear down East. A +prep-school is a sort of a calf college, you know; an' she had to train +there a solid year before they had the nerve to turn her loose on a +full-grown university. But she had a head on her, Barbie had; an' when +she got squared away, she made 'em all get down an' scratch. They do +say that she put more life an' vim in that institution than anybody +what had ever give it a work-out before. +</P> + +<P> +Ol' Cast Steel went down twice the first winter, an' never let her know +'at he was in the neighborhood, for fear it would make her think 'at he +was pinin' for her. He just went down there an' bought some store +clothes an' prowled around waitin' for the chance to see her at a +distance—never even lined out the professors to see if they were doin' +their duty, nor mixed in the game the slightest bit. Talk about bein' +game? I reckon that puts a shadow on anything ever that man had to face. +</P> + +<P> +She used to come back every summer, bringin' a lot of chums an' all +kinds o' pets with her. She was just daffy over any kind of a wild +animal from an Injun papoose to a white mouse; an' when she'd go back +in the fall, Jabez had his hands full with parrots an' alligators an' +butterfly coons an' sech—to say nothin' of a lot of potted flowers +what was mighty notionable in their tastes. +</P> + +<P> +I was so busy tendin' to this branch o' the outfit that about all the +ridin' I did was for exercise—yes, an' for company, 'cause it allus +seemed as if she was along when I'd be out on the range. Then, again, I +allus felt a kind of drawin', myself, to the silent people, who think +an' wish an' feel, just the same as we do, but aren't able to handle +our langwidge. I got so I could purt' nigh tell what an animal had on +his mind, just from tendin' to her speciments. +</P> + +<P> +She had one speciment which was a possom, an' the blame thing bit me +eight times one winter, me tryin' to give it baths—an' then she wrote +back home that the doggone critter didn't need'em nohow. She purt'nigh +got expended for takin' a rattlesnake back to the university an' +keepin' it hid in her room; an' after I'd had a deuce of a time +catchin' 'em, they made her send a bob-cat an' a mountain lion to some +kind of a garden—wouldn't let her keep 'em at all. The professors +allus was a sore trial to her, but once she began a thing she allus +fought it through, so she put up with 'em the best way she could. +</P> + +<P> +She used to tell us that bein' housed up like to 'a' drove her crazy at +first, an' they was so tarnation fussy that she felt like a hobbled +pony in a stampede. They wouldn't even let her picket her ponies out in +what they call the campus, which she said was just drippin' fat with +rich grass, an' nary a hoof to graze it. Why, they even had fool +notions about havin' certain hours about goin' to bed, an' even when +you had to put your lights out. +</P> + +<P> +One night she got fidgety an' nervous with the lonesomeness of it, an' +she got up about one o'clock an' fired her revolvers out the +window,—just for sport, you know, like a feller sometimes will when +he's—well, when his soul gets kind o' itchy like,—an' it purt' nigh +started a riot. She said 'at we wouldn't never believe how different +the people was down there. I reckon a university must be run a good bit +like a penitentiary. But as I said, she wasn't no quitter, an' I +reckon, takin' it all in all, she give 'em back about as good as they +sent. +</P> + +<P> +Course we could see a lot o' change in her when she'd first come back, +but it seemed to slide off as the tan came on, an' by the time she left +in the fall again she'd be purty much the same old Barbie. She went +full five years, countin' the prep-school, an' I don't suppose they was +much in the way o' learnin' they didn't filter through her; but it +didn't spoil her, an' the very moment her knees clamped on a pony again +you could see that her blood was as red as ever, even if her face was +roses an' cream. My heart allus beat out of time when I knew she was +headin' back; but the very minute she gave my hand the old-time grip I +knew she was still the old-time girl, an' when she'd turn to the chums +an' say, "Girls, this is Happy," why, I was big brother to the lot, an' +before they went back I'd teach 'em ridin' till they could giggle on +hoss-back without fallin' off. They all owned up that she was the +takin'est girl at the university, and while her pals was a mighty +attractive lot, they didn't have to use any arguments to convince me it +was the truth. +</P> + +<P> +She allus left me so much to do when she was away that I never felt +like leavin' through the winter; while durin' vacation time I wouldn't +have gone without bein' drove; but toward the middle of her fourth +year, me an' Bill Andrews had another little run in. +</P> + +<P> +We was havin' a terrible streak of weather, an' Bill wanted to move a +herd over to the southwest corner of the ranch where the' was some +extra good bunch grass. It was a wise move all right, an' I said so; +but when he wanted me to help trail 'em, I vetoed it. I was watchin' up +some experiments with silkworms an' I didn't want to leave 'em. We were +short-handed an' Jabez 'lowed 'at I'd better go. Well, we argued back +an' forth until he finally said that he could take full care o' the +silkworms, an' intimated that my work with 'em wasn't much but pastime, +anyway. +</P> + +<P> +That settled it with me. I helped drive the herd, an' it was the +bitterest weather we'd ever had. The sleet blew in the cow's faces an' +it was simply one long fight. Three o' the boys gave up an' pulled back +to the ranch house, but not me. I don't believe I slept on that drive, +night or day, an' when, the boys finally told Bill Andrews that it +couldn't be done, I told 'em that it could, an' that if any more of +'ern dropped out I'd count it a personal insult. We got 'em there all +right, an' then I rode back to the ranch house. +</P> + +<P> +Jabez had let the silkworms die—an' I told him what I thought of him, +an' pulled out. It was cold weather an' I was travelin' on foot, but it +wasn't cold I was suffer in' from, it was heat. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap17"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER SEVENTEEN +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +IN RETIREMENT +</H3> + +<P> +I plugged along through the cold, gettin' hotter an' hotter all the +time, 'cause I didn't want to go away at all. Barbie'd be home in a few +months and I wanted to be there when she came—but I couldn't get over +those silkworms. She was goin' to write somethin' about 'em for some +kind of a paper, an' it meant a good deal to her, an' I had kept a +record of all the projec's she'd written me to do with 'em—only to +have Cast Steel an' flint fool Bill Andrews flounder in with that herd +o' cows. +</P> + +<P> +I piked on over to Danders thinkin' I'd get on a train an' go +somewhere; but on my way there I met the foreman o' the E. Z. outfit +ridin' into town to see if he couldn't pick up a fence-rider. Then I +see old Mrs. Fate nudgin' me in the ribs with her finger again. We was +all down on fences at the Diamond Dot. Jabez said that as far as he was +concerned, he preferred to have his fences mounted on hoss-back, 'cause +they was easiest moved, an' we didn't have a foot o' wire on the place. +I knew that no one would ever think o' me ridin' fence, so I just up +an' spoke for the job. The foreman, Hank Midders was his name, didn't +know me an' he was suspicious of me bein' on foot. "Can you ride?" sez +he. +</P> + +<P> +"I used to could," sez I. "How many days' ridin' does it take to go +around?" +</P> + +<P> +"We don't ride that way," sez he, "we put two men in a camp an' they +ride out fifteen miles an' then double back." +</P> + +<P> +"They waste the return trip," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"We think different," sez he. "We keep a big run o' cows, an' we want +the whole fence rode twice a day. We allus have plenty o' good ridin' +ponies." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, they ain't ridin' on my time," sez I, "so it ain't nothing to +me. Do I get the job?" +</P> + +<P> +"Where you been ridin' at?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"At the Lion Head, for Jim Jimison," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I've seen some o' their stuff," sez he. "It's a good outfit; but it's +a rather lengthy walk from here." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, I stopped off a while in Californie an' Idaho to rest," sez I. +"Do I get the job?" +</P> + +<P> +"We don't find a man's saddle an' bridle for him," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I got mine cached over at Danders," sez I, recallin' the ones I had +left there before I went into business. +</P> + +<P> +"What's your name?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't nowise choicy," sez I, "call me anything you want." +</P> + +<P> +"I guess you won't do," sez he, ridin' on into Danders. +</P> + +<P> +I reached it myself about two hours later, an' went to the hotel. Hank +was settin' by the stove when I came into the bar-room. The' was eight +or ten other fellers still restin' from last summer's work, but I +didn't see the old landlord. "Where's Peabody?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"He's dead," sez a tall, snarley lookin' feller; "what do ya want with +him?" +</P> + +<P> +"I don't want nothin' with him—if he's dead," sez I. "Who's runnin' +this place now?" +</P> + +<P> +"I am," sez the snarley one. I didn't take to him at all. +</P> + +<P> +"Would you be so kind enough as to tell me where my saddle an' bridle +is?" sez I in my softest voice. "What the 'ell do I know about your +saddle an' bridle?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I left 'em here with Peabody," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"How would I know it was yours?" sez he, sneerin'. +</P> + +<P> +"I'd recognize it," sez I. "It had H. H. burned into it." +</P> + +<P> +"What does H. H. stand for?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"It stands for Henry Higinson—sometimes," sez I. Then I turned to the +bar mop an' said, "Where's that saddle an' bridle?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, it's back in—" he began; but Snarley snaps in "You shut up, will +ya? Even if this puncher did leave an old saddle here years ago, I +bought everything on the place from Peabody, an' the storage on the +rubbish would amount to more than it's worth." +</P> + +<P> +"That 's kind o' new doctrine out this way," sez I; "an' I'm 'bliged to +request you to produce the articles so I can claim 'em up." +</P> + +<P> +"You go ahead an' make me do it," sez he, grinnin'. +</P> + +<P> +"Wouldn't you sooner do it of your own free will?" sez I, like a +missionary tryin' to get up enthusiasm over a donation. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm good an' sick o' your fool nonsense," sez he, comin' down toward +me. I was wearin' a gun on each leg, an' I pulled 'em out an' +punctuated both his ears at one time; but I never stopped smilin'. He +grabbed an ear in each hand an' begun to swear in a foreign langwidge, +dancin' around most comical. "Won't you please get my leather for me," +sez I, "or would you sooner have me guess off the center o' those two +shots?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," he roared, usin' a lot o' high-power words 'at ain't needful in +repetin', "take your blame junk an' get out o' here." I nodded to the +bar mop. "Shall I get 'em, Frenchy?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, for heaven's sake, get 'em," sez the snarley one, while some o' +the boys snickered, but not too noticeable. +</P> + +<P> +Well, they was my saddle an' bridle all right, an' I thanked the bar +mop an' flung 'em in a corner. Then I went over an' sat down by Hank +Midders. "Did you get your fence-rider yet?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"No, I ain't got him yet, but I got two days to look for him in," he +sez. +</P> + +<P> +Just then who should come in but the same old Diamond Dot hand who had +beat me out of the pony. "Well, sign my name! If there ain't Happy +Hawkins!" sez he, rushin' over an' shakin' my hand, "Still in business, +Happy?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Nope, I've retired," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"You'd ought to have stuck around here until that tourist went home +from his vacation," sez Bill,—I reckon his name was still Bill, though +for the life o' me I can't remember it plain,—"he got the whole town +hilarious on account o' the joke we'd played on him. He was game all +right, an' he got me a job out to his uncle's, which I've held ever +since—off an' on." +</P> + +<P> +"Happy?" sez Hank Midders, "Happy what?" +</P> + +<P> +"Happy Hawkins," sez Bill. "Haven't you never heard o' Happy Hawkins?" +</P> + +<P> +"Happy Hawkins is down in the Texas-Pan Handle," sez I, in a +matter-o'-fact voice. "Don't forget that, Bill." +</P> + +<P> +"Surest thing there is," sez Bill, winkin'. "I seen him get on the +train myself." +</P> + +<P> +"When will supper be ready, Frenchy?" I sez to the snarley one, who had +been puttin' some grease on his ears an' wishin' he'd had better +manners. +</P> + +<P> +"In about an hour," sez he, an' I knew the' wouldn't be any more +trouble from him. He was one o' these fellers what can take a lickin' +without gettin' all broke up over it, an' he'd be just as gay about +bluffin' the next stranger as ever, an' he'd be just as dominatin' over +them what he had already bluffed. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I'm goin' out for a little stroll," sez I, "but I'll be back in +time for supper, an' I'll likely be hungry." +</P> + +<P> +I knew they'd all want to ask a few questions, so I went outside an' +walked down the street. I couldn't make up my mind what to do, an' I +wanted that fence-ridin' job more than ever. When T turned around to +come back, I see Hank Midders walkin' toward me. "So you're Happy +Hawkins?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, that's what some folks call me," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I thought 'at you had finally settled down at the Diamond Dot?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"The' ain't nothin' that I know of that changes any oftener than the +style in thoughts," sez I. "Do you think it's goin' to snow?" +</P> + +<P> +He laughed. "You're Happy Hawkins all right," sez he. "Do you want that +fence-ridin' job?" +</P> + +<P> +"That's what I went to the trouble o' rootin' out that saddle an' +bridle for," sez I, "but I don't care to have it advertised that I'm +ridin' fence at my time o' life, an' I don't promise to continue at it +more'n a few months." +</P> + +<P> +"I see," sez he, "an' it'll be all right. Kid Porter'll be down with +the buckboard day after to-morrow, an' you can go out with him." +</P> + +<P> +When I went back I see that Bill hadn't spared no details to make me +interestin', an' all the boys was friendly to me—an' called me +Higinson. Me an' Frenchy got along all right, an' when I threw my +saddle an' bridle into the back o' the buckboard, an' sez, "Well, +good-bye, fellers! I'm on my way to the Pan Handle," they all calls +out, "Goodbye, Happy! If any o' your friends inquire for you we'll tell +'em we saw you start; but the next time you come this way, Higinson, +don't forget to drop in for a little sport." +</P> + +<P> +Things generally even up pretty well in this life, an' before we had +driven very far I was able to see where I had got full value out o' +that seven-dollar pony 'at Bill had beat me out of. Kid Porter +explained things to me an' I saw it was goin' to be a purty fair sort +of a layout. Our shack was closer to Danders than it was to +headquarters, so we got our needin's there. He said that Colonel Scott +was an allright man to work for, but that he'd only seen him once since +he'd been on the job. +</P> + +<P> +Ridin' fence is about as excitin' as waitin' for sun-up, an' after a +couple of months at it I was feelin' the need of a little change, so I +drove down to Danders the first day of April, an' while I was standin' +on the platform watchin' the train pull in an' take water, a cute +little feller dismounted an' after givin' me a complete look-over, he +sez: "Me good man, are you a type of this community?" +</P> + +<P> +I put my hand to my ear as though I had heard a noise close to the +ground. After a bit I let my gaze rest on him sort o' surprised like, +an' then I sez in a soft, oozy voice, like a cow conversin' to her +first calf, "Be you speakin' to me, little one?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +It allus riles me some, to be called "me good man." It seems to give me +a curious, itchy feelin' in the right hand, an' I have had to make +several extra peculiar speciments dance a few steps for no other +reason; but this little cuss never batted an eye. He looks me square in +the face, an' sez, "It is perfectly obvious that I could be addressin' +nobody else. I am out in the West hunting for a place to study the most +pronounced types of American citizens, an' I am very favorable +impressed with your appearance." +</P> + +<P> +Did you ever have a stranger brace you like that? I suppose the fat +lady an' the livin' skeleton gets used to it, but I allus feel a trifle +too big for my background. I stand six foot two an' dress easy an' +comfortable, an' some o' the guys on the trains allus seem to think 'at +I'm part of the show, out for an airin'. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, to tell you the truth, honey," I sez to the little feller, "I +ain't fully maychured yet. We get hair on our faces pretty young out +here, but we don't get our growth till we're twenty-five. I'm water-boy +to the E. Z. outfit. If you want to see somethin' worth lookin' at, you +ought to come out where the men are. You'll find American citizens out +there, a darn sight harder type to pronounce than what I am. They sent +me to town on an errant." +</P> + +<P> +He examined me, but I never blinked a winker, an' then his face lit up, +like as if he'd found a whole plug of tobacco, when he thought his last +chew was gone. Finally he gave a wink an' a chuckle, an' sez, "Here, +smoke a cigar on me, an' tell me if I can get board out your way. I +think you'll make copy." +</P> + +<P> +He was just what I needed as a time-killer, so I spun him a yarn about +the lovely life me an' Kid Porter was livin'. We jerked out his trunk +just before the train left, bought a month's grub, an' came along out +to our shack. His name was William Sinclair Hammersly, an' the' never +was a squarer boy on the face o' the earth, after he'd shed off those +spectator ways. He won my affections, as the storybooks say, before we +was out o' sight o' Danders. +</P> + +<P> +He said he had relations scattered all over the British Empire, an' +owned up that he had just come back from a long visit to England, where +he had picked up the "good man" habit. I told him that it might suit +that climate all right, but that out our way I couldn't recommend it to +a peace-lovin' man for every-day use. He thanked me an' said he was +ashamed to know so little about his own country, this bein' the first +time he had ever been west of Philadelphia. He said that he was minded +to become an author, an' had come out to study the aboriginal types an' +get the true local color. Whenever I hear this little bunch o' sounds, +I know I got a nibble. Any time a man goes nosin' around after local +color, you can bet your saddle he's got several zigzags in his +think-organ. +</P> + +<P> +These fellers is a breed to themselves. I wouldn't exactly call 'em +wise—wordy'd come a sight nearer fittin' these local-color fellers +without wrinklin'. The''s a ringin' in my ears yet from the time that I +was penned up with Hammy an' Locals, an' this one had a good many o' +the same outward an' visible signs, but more o' the inward an' +spiritual grace, as Friar Tuck sez. +</P> + +<P> +Bill slid right into our mode of livin' like a younger brother, but it +took us some consid'able time to savvy his little private oddities. +The' was one wide bunk in the shack an' one narrow one. Me an' Bill +took the wide one, but it wasn't so eternal wide that a feller could +flop around altogether accordin' to the dictates of his own conscience. +When she was carryin' double we had to hold a little consultation of +war, to see whether we'd turn over or not. +</P> + +<P> +We used to start out early in the mornin', an' if the' wasn't much +fixin' to be done we got back long before dark. About seven-thirty was +our perchin' time before Bill took a hand, but after that we got so +convivual that sometimes we'd sit up till purt' nigh half-past nine, +playin' cut-throat an' swappin' tales. Sleep allus was a kind of a +nuisance to Bill. Purt' nigh every night when me an' the Kid would +stretch ourselves out, Bill would speak a piece about "God bless the +man what first invented sleep"; but he was only joshin', an' all the +time he was sayin' it he'd be buildin' up the fire an' changin' his +clothes. He had one suit which he never wore for nothin' except just to +sleep in. Pajamers, he called 'em, an' they sure was purty. +</P> + +<P> +Well, he'd put on this suit an' a pair o' red-pointed slippers, light +his pipe, pick his guitar, an' saw his fiddle till along toward +mornin', all the while singin' little batches o' song an' speakin' +pieces. Then he'd heave a sigh an' lay down alongside o' me; but in +about fifteen minutes he'd jump out o' bed, sayin', "That's good! +That's great! I mustn't lose that!" an' he'd get out a book an' write +something into it. Sometimes he'd laugh over it an' sometimes he'd cry. +</P> + +<P> +The Kid'd never had no experiences with geniuses before, an' at first +he feared that he might get violent durin' the night, so he took his +gun to bed with him, but I knowed the' wasn't a mite o' danger in him. +When breakfast was ready we purt' nigh had to get a hoss to pull him +out o' bed. +</P> + +<P> +I was interested in his tales of foreign countries, an' he used to tell +me all about the castles he had been to. One day I happened to think of +the letter what the drug clerk at Slocum's Luck had wrote us, an' I +asked Bill what kind of a lookin' place Clarenden Castle was. +"Clarenden Castle?" sez Bill. "Where the deuce did you ever hear of +Clarenden Castle?" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I might have heard of it from the younger son," sez I. "He came +over to this country, you know." +</P> + +<P> +"Where is he now?" sez Bill, mighty interested. +</P> + +<P> +"Minin' law is, that the first feller what stakes out a claim gets it," +sez I. "Now my question staked out the first claim. You answer my +questions an' then we'll be ready for yours." +</P> + +<P> +"Humph," sez Bill. +</P> + +<P> +"Where is St. James Court, Bill?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I never expected you to know anything about such things!" sez +Bill. +</P> + +<P> +"'Tis wonderful how intelligent some trained animals are, ain't it?" +sez I, sarcastic. "But you must remember, little one, that I've been +livin' right in the house with folks a good part of my life. Now if +you'll just answer my questions the same as if I was human, I'll sit up +an' beg, jump over a stick, an' do all my other tricks for you." +</P> + +<P> +Bill would allus tumble if you hit him hard enough, so after a bit he +grinned an' said, "Well, Clarenden Castle is one o' the seats of the +Cleighton family—" +</P> + +<P> +"Seat?" sez I. "I allus thought it was a house." +</P> + +<P> +"You see, over in England they call—" Bill began to explain it to me +an' then he saw me grinnin' an' he broke off short. "I know what a seat +is, Bill," sez I. "They have country seats an' town seats; but some o' +you fellers pout when you're obliged to live up to the rules, an' I +wanted to see if you was square enough to own up after you'd been +shown—the's lots o' fellers, not as well edicated as you, who can't do +it without groanin'." +</P> + +<P> +Bill studied out this last remark before he answered, an' I was glad to +notice it. Most fellers look for a marked passage, but I like to train +'em out to pan everything I say, an' then do their own testin'. Bill +was all right. "Now, dear teacher," sez he, "if we are through with +that lesson, we shall return to the original subject." We both laughed, +lookin' into each other's eyes, an' it did us good. +</P> + +<P> +"Now this Cleighton family is a great family in England and Scotland," +sez Bill, "The Earl of Clarenden is the head of one branch an' the Duke +of Avondale is the head of another. The sons are called lords, an' they +have lots of land, but are running shy on money, an' the main stem of +the family is getting purty well thinned out." +</P> + +<P> +"About this younger son that came to America, now?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, the present Earl married beneath him—I visited close to +Clarenden Castle, an' I know all about it," sez Bill. "He married an +American girl with lots of money, Florence Jamison of Philadelphia." +</P> + +<P> +"Jamison?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, Jamison," sez Bill. "I suppose you are well acquainted with the +Philadelphia Jamisons?" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, that name does awaken a purty tol'able fairsized echo," sez I, +"but still, to be perfectly frank with you, me an' the Jamisons ain't +on what you could call intimate terms any more." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm glad to learn it," sez Bill. "I'd hate to think that I had +irritated you by implicatin' that it was a come-down for an English +Earl to marry into your circle." Bill most generally squoze all the +dampness out of his jokes. "This was his second marriage," Bill went +on, "an' he had one son by it, named James Arthur Fitzhugh Patrick—" +</P> + +<P> +"That's plenty for me," sez I, breakin' in. "The first two names is +interestin' to me, but the' ain't no use loadin' down a feller with +names till he has to pay excess baggage on 'em. Now, how did this one +get to be a younger son?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, the first marriage of the Earl also resulted in a son," sez Bill. +"His first wife was a lady of quality, but she had a weak constitution +an' the son has epolepsy. The younger son was fitted for the army, but +he got into a scrape, was given a lump sum by his father, an' came to +this country, where he disappeared. He also had an inheritance from an +aunt, a maiden sister of his mother, who didn't like the first son for +a minute." +</P> + +<P> +"What kind of a scrape did the youngster get into, Bill?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"He was engaged to the daughter of the curat at Avondale Chapel," sez +Bill, "an' he bein' the heir presumptive to the title—" +</P> + +<P> +"What is that, Bill?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"The one what gets the title as soon as the one who is holding it, +dies, is the heir apparent, an' the one who gets the next chance is the +heir presumptive. It's a legal term an'—" +</P> + +<P> +"Never mind explainin' it then," sez I, "If I was to live as long as +Methusleh, all I'd know about law would be that ignorance wasn't no +excuse for it; but what is a curat?" +</P> + +<P> +"A curate is a sort of preacher," sez Bill. +</P> + +<P> +"I thought it was some kind of a doctor. But what in thunder did you +mean when you said that gettin' engaged to the daughter of one was a +scrape?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, it wouldn't do for the heir presumptive to Clarenden, and a +possible claimant to Avondale, to get engaged to a person in that +station of life; he had to make up either to a heap of money or else a +big title; he simply had to marry a lady of quality," sez Bill. +</P> + +<P> +"So he could contribute his share of epolepsy to the family collection, +I suppose," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, James gets an awful callin' down," sez Bill, "an' he cuts loose +from the family an' goes to live in London, where he's a leftenant. +Richard Cleighton, his cousin, who is the heir presumptive, once +removed, sneaks down there an' comes back with the report that James is +married to Alice LeMoyne, a music-hall dancer." +</P> + +<P> +"Jim swung purty wide in his taste for women, didn't he?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"The upshot of it was," sez Bill, never heedin' me, "that they settled +with James, an' he lit out—his mother had died several years before. +About four years after, this Alice LeMoyne dies, an' on her deathbed +she confesses that she is the wife of Richard Cleighton an' helped to +put up the job on James to get him out of the way, as the heir apparent +didn't look like a long-liver, an' she thought she would like to be an +Erless, with a chance of being a Duchess even." +</P> + +<P> +"An' you mean to tell me that this low-grade Dick Cleighton puts up +that job on Jim, just so he can beat him to the title?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," sez Bill, "you see he was the heir presumptive, only once +removed." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, if I'd had the job o' removin'," sez I, "once, would 'a' been +plenty." +</P> + +<P> +"That put Richard out o' the runnin'," sez Bill, "Lord Wilfred, the +apparent, was livin' along all right, an' the old Earl had come to the +conclusion that when it came to a presumptive, he'd sooner have Jim; so +he turned the hose on Dick, an' started out to find Jim. Jim wrote 'em +from New York that he was goin' to South Africa, an' then he wrote 'em +from Australia that he was goin' to India, an' then he wrote 'em from—" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, those was only jokes," sez I. "Jim's all right; but what become of +Dick?" +</P> + +<P> +"Nobody knows," sez Bill, "an' nobody cares. He's got lots better +health than Lord Wilfred, but he's got some epolepsy, too, an' he's a +mean sneak. His mother was insane, but she left him a little bunch of +money." +</P> + +<P> +"She must have had more quality than the average of 'em;" sez I, "but +hanged if I wouldn't sooner do without the quality than to have all +that epolepsy thrown in with it. Jim's all right though, I'll say that +for the breed." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, Jim was a fine feller from all accounts," sez Bill, "but where +the Jink did you meet up with him?" +</P> + +<P> +"It's a state secret," sez I, "or I'd let you in. Jim's doin' fine an' +I wouldn't for the world have him dragged down where he'd have to marry +up with a lot o' quality. Now while you're givin' your concert, I'm +goin' out an' check up the stars." +</P> + +<P> +I was purty yell pleased with Bill. I had bothered him all I could in +the tellin' an' yet he had kept his temper an' handed out the facts; +an' I wanted to go over 'em forward an' hack till I could get the full +hang of 'em. It was wonderful queer how a ridin' man like me had +brushed shoulders, as you might say, with the Earl of Clarenden, an' I +was beginnin' to think that old Mrs. Fate was stirrin' things up a +shade extra. As a usual thing I don't go into scandal an' gossip so +prodigious; but I was hungry to have another look at Jim, now that I +knew he was the son of an Earl, an' I decided to pull out an' give the +Pan Handle a look-over as soon as it was handy. I spent about two hours +that night lookin' at the stars an' wishin' they could tell me all +they'd ever seen. They knew all that Barbie wanted to know, an' I +didn't seem able to git on the track, in spite of me readin' detective +stories every chance I had. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap18"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER EIGHTEEN +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CUPID +</H3> + +<P> +Well, I didn't go down to the Pan Handle after all. I just fatten on a +new variety of entertainment an' the sample that Bill was puttin' out +amused me to the limit. Me an' Bill drove down to Danders on the first +o' May to get some grub. Most o' this breed has a purty tol'able active +thirst, but Bill was unusual harmless when it came to storin' away +liquor. About the only excitement Danders held out to a temperance +crank was goin' down to the depot to watch the train come in. This time +the west-bound had to take a sidin' and wait twenty minutes for the +cast bound; an' a feller got his dog out o' the baggage car an' started +to climb the mountains. +</P> + +<P> +You fellers all know how this air is, but a stranger thinks he can spit +on a mountain that's ten miles off. When the whistle blew, he made a +good run an' got on all right; but the pup was havin' the time of his +life an' missed his chance of gettin' on the same car that the feller +did. He was game all right an' give a purty jump onto the front +platform of the last car, where a big buck nigger was standin' with a +white coat on. He give the pup a kick under the chin an' sent him +rollin' over backward. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, the vile wretch!" yells Bill, at the same time snatchin' my gun +out of the holster. I had barely time to bump up his arm, an' even as +it was he knocked the paint off right above the coon's head. Bill +turned on me with his eyes snappin' sparks, an' in a voice as cold as +the click of a Winchester, he sez, "Next time, John Hawkins, I'll thank +you to mind your own business." An' he held the gun kind o' friendly +like, with the muzzle pointin' at my watch pocket. +</P> + +<P> +I own up I was jarred; he'd been as gentle as a butterfly up to that +minute, an' here he was lookin' into me with the chilly eyes of a +killin' man; but I put a little edge on my own voice an' sez, +"Heretofore, I allus counted it my business to look after what my own +gun was engaged in doin'. When you're sure that you're all through with +it, I'll thank you to return it to where you found it." +</P> + +<P> +Then I turned on my heel an' strode up toward town; but he grabbed me +by the shoulder an' whirled me around. "Here's your gun, Happy." sez +he. "You know I didn't aim to offend you. It was that confounded Zulu +'at riled me up." +</P> + +<P> +The pup had give up his chase after the train an' was comin' back the +track to town, lookin' mighty down in the mouth—he had a purty +prominent mouth, too, the pup had. He was a brindle bull; not one o' +these that look like an Injun idol, but a nice, clean-built, upstandin' +feller with a quiet, business-like air. +</P> + +<P> +"Purty tough on the pup to be turned out to starve this way," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Who's goin' to let him starve?" sez Bill. "Come here, old feller." +"Better look out," sez I, "bulldogs is fierce." +</P> + +<P> +"So is men," sez Bill; "an' besides, this ain't no bulldog, this is a +London brindle bull-terrier, an' a crackerjack. Look at the brass +collar he's wearin'. This is ain't no stray. I'll telegraph ahead an' +see if they want him expressed." +</P> + +<P> +Bill caught the feller at the next station, an' he telegraphed back +that he'd been havin' trouble with the pup all along the line; an' if +we'd keep him a month, he'd stop an' get him on his way back. He sent +us ten dollars to pay expenses. I never believed that they could send +money by telegraph before; but I saw the agent give it to Bill, with my +own eyes. +</P> + +<P> +We all went to the hotel for dinner, the pup lookin' miserable +sorrowful. Frenchy was goin' to kick the pup out—he was a low-grade +heathen, but he was big an' he didn't mind a little trouble now and +again. +</P> + +<P> +"If this dog can't eat here, neither can I," sez Bill, "but as for your +kickin' him out, you 'd better pray for guidance before you tackle that +job." +</P> + +<P> +"Do you think I'm afraid o' that cur?" sneers Frenchy. +</P> + +<P> +"Cur!" yells Bill. "Cur? Why you maul-headed, misshapen blotch on the +face o' nature, what do you mean by callin' this dog a cur! I never saw +this dog before to-day; but I'll bet ten to one that I can find out who +his great-great-grandfather's great-great-grandfather was; an' I doubt +if you know who your own father happened to be." +</P> + +<P> +Bill was firin' at random o' course, but it looked as if he had hit +somethin'. Frenchy was fair crazy. He pulled out his gun an' came +chargin' down on us. Bill tried to get mine again, but I thought I'd +better run it myself just then. I covered Frenchy, Frenchy covered +Bill, an' the bull pup turned his back on us and looked down toward the +depot, to see if his train was comin' back. +</P> + +<P> +"Better put up your gun, Frenchy," I sez, soft as a wood dove, "or +you'll get this office all mussed up." +</P> + +<P> +Well, he knew me; so we arbitrated a little an' then we all went in an' +the pup et his dinner like any other Christian, payin' for it himself +out of his own money. First thing after dinner, Bill went out an' +bought a gun of his own, an' I scented trouble. He wasn't old enough to +shoot only from principle, not merely for practice. +</P> + +<P> +The' was another young feller at Frenchy's with a lot o' hot money in +his clothes. He seemed to have a deep-felt prejudice against fire, too, +the way he was blowin' it in. When Bill came back, the young feller +tried to buy the dog from him. Bill was polite an' refused to sell, +givin' as the main reason that the dog didn't fully belong to him yet, +but the feller pestered around until finally he offered Bill two +hundred dollars for the dog. +</P> + +<P> +"You ain't no fool when it comes to a dog," sez Bill, "but I'm givin' +you the honest truth. This here pup don't belong to me—though if I can +buy him I sure intend to do it." +</P> + +<P> +"How far would you go when it came to payin' for him?" sez the man. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I'd give two fifty for him just on speculation," sez Bill. "He's +put together, this pup is; but I didn't suppose 'at you people out here +in the cattle country would know enough about the points of a dog, to +offer two hundred for just a fancy one." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know nothin' about the points o' that dog," sez the feller. "I +never even saw a dog like that one before; but when I see a man willin' +to go the pace you went for this dog, I'd kind o' sort o' like to own +the dog." +</P> + +<P> +Bill got interested in the feller an' began pumpin' him for what he +called copy. The young feller had punched cattle most of his life, +blowin' in his wages at variegated intervals. About a month before he +had slipped over to Laramie an' had gone against Silver Dick's game, +winnin' over eleven hundred dollars. He said that Silver Dick was plumb +on the square an' that he never intended to work again, just spend down +to his last hundred an' then go an' play at Silver Dick's. Bill got a +paper an' figured out what he called percents, showin' how an outsider +was bound to lose to the game in the end; but most o' the fellers there +had been up against Dick's game an' they took sides against Bill, +tryin' to prove that they stood a show to win, until finally Bill give +it up an' we started back home. +</P> + +<P> +When we started home, Bill was still discoursin' about us Westerners. +He said that we wasn't nothin' but a lot o' children playin' games an' +believin' in fairy tales, that we never provided for the future, that +we was allus willin' to risk anything we had on some fool thing that +wouldn't benefit us none, an' so on until I got weary of it, an' after +I'd took a shuffle I dealt him out this hand. +</P> + +<P> +"An' the''s another breed," sez I, "that ain't nothin' but children an' +that's the writers. An idea comes along an' stings 'em like a bee, an' +they immejetly begin to swell. They swell an' swell until the whole +earth ain't nothin' but the background for that bee-sting. They howl +about it as if it was the most important thing in creation; but if you +call around next week, you find that swellin' gone down an' they're +howlin' just as fierce over a new swellin' where a different idea has +stung 'em; ain't it so?" +</P> + +<P> +"Not exactly," sez Bill; "for we set down our thoughts an' emotions +while we're smartin' from the sting an' the other fellers can get the +sense of 'em an' pass judgment on 'em in cold blood without gettin' +stung at all." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, you landed there," sez I, "but the' wasn't one o' those fellers +there to-day, who was a quarter whit more childish'n what you was. Talk +about providin' For their future! Why, the way you went on over this +stray pup, purt' nigh put you in the position of a man who didn't have +no future to provide for, an' what in thunder good can this here pup +ever do you, no matter what happens?" +</P> + +<P> +The pup was sittin' with his head between Bill's knees, an' Bill pulled +his ear a time or two, an' then sez, "I reckon you're right; the whole +earth ain't nothin' but a kindergarten. We all play different games an' +when you stop an' look at it they all cost about the same in the end +an' they all bring in about the same profit; but I'm glad I'm livin' +anyhow; an' I'm glad I've got this dog. I'm special fond o' dogs." +</P> + +<P> +You couldn't help likin' Bill; he allus played in the open an' when he +kept score, he give you all the points you made without fussin' over +'em; but I didn't like the look o' that new outfit on his hip. He was +too impulsive to carry a gun, an' he was too young. Take it when a man +has had some experience in gun-fightin', he gets purty sober over the +effect of it; but a young feller—well, who on earth knows what way a +young feller is goin' to jump when he gets touched up a little? +</P> + +<P> +"That's a purty likely lookin' gun you got there, Bill," sez I. "Do you +savvy how to run one?" +</P> + +<P> +He took it out of his pocket an' looked around, but the' wasn't nothin' +in sight that needed killin', so he began to pop at an old single-tree +lyin' about thirty yards away. The ponies were trottin' along purty +jerky, but hanged if he didn't hit it four times out of six. +</P> + +<P> +"It don't just hang to suit me," sez Bill, "but I'll learn it after a +bit." +</P> + +<P> +I looked at him a moment, but he was merely speakin' his mind, an' I +sez: "Bill, where in Goshen did you get to be a killin' man?" +</P> + +<P> +"Me?" sez Bill. "I never shot a man in my life, but I used to knock +down glass balls purty accurate, an' I've hunted big game in Africa an' +India. I don't want no trouble, but I'm set in my ways about dogs. It's +a heap o' responsibility to raise a pup; but I'm goin' to give this one +a fair show, an' I'm goin' to own him some way or another—I feel it in +my bones that this here dog was sent to me. I had a dog, the livin' +picture o' this feller once, an' he traded his life for mine, out there +in the Indian Jungle. Now don't ask me any questions about it." +</P> + +<P> +That night after we'd got the supper things red up, Bill sez; "Now I +don't want no one to punish this dog but me, till he gets his +edication. I don't care a bean for a trick dog; all I expect him to +learn is jest English an' a part o' the sign langwidge, so as he'll be +pleasant company an' useful in an emergency. I'll pay for any property +he destroys, but please don't punish him." +</P> + +<P> +The pup was about fifteen months old when he came, an' at first he +sorrowed a heap for his old boss; but purty soon he see that Bill knew +more about dogs'n he did himself, so he just transferred his affections +over to Bill. Bill never raised his voice, he never whipped him nor +even threatened him; he just reasoned with him an' explained why it was +necessary to learn the conventionalities o' polite society. It took him +a solid week to learn that pup how to shake hands, an' yet Bill told us +confidential that he was certain that the pup knew it all the while; +but at the end of the week the pup gave in, an' from that on he was as +eager for knowledge as a new-born baby. +</P> + +<P> +Cupid was the name of the pup, engraved right on to his brass collar, +an' when he set his mind on acquirin' an edication, he made me an' the +Kid leery 'at he'd beat us at the finish in spite of our start. He +could walk on his hind legs an' speak an' open an' shut doors an' wipe +his feet on the door-mat an' roll over an' pray an'—oh, well he knew +'em all an' six more; but Bill said it wasn't learnin' the tricks that +counted, it was learnin' to think for himself. Bill used to put +obstacles in his way, so that the pup would have to cipher a while to +figger out how to work it, an' this was what Bill called stretchin' his +intellect to match his envirament. He was some the solemnest pup I ever +see, an' it was kind o' creepy to see him come to the shack, open the +door, slam it after him, wipe his feet on the burlap, look into Bill's +face, an' give a short bark. This was to ask if Bill had any new jobs +for him. +</P> + +<P> +I had it all planned out that the pup was to sleep in the wagon shed; +but this didn't look good to the pup, nor to Bill, neither. When night +would come, Cupid would go through his lessons, eat his supper, an' +fling himself slaunchways on the wide bunk. He didn't weigh more'n +sixty pounds, but they was the solidest sixty ever wrapped up in a dog +hide. He wouldn't mind no one but Bill, an' it was all I could do to +get room enough on the perch to hang on. Then Bill would open up his +vau-dee-ville show, an' when he'd simmer down, the pup would begin to +chase jackrabbits, which was the most devilish-lookin' sight I ever +see. He'd lay there with his eyelids rolled up, an' his eyes turned +inside out, givin' short barks an' jerkin' his legs. +</P> + +<P> +"Bill," I sez one night, "I ain't no chronic coward, but doggone me if +I want to be mistook for a jack-rabbit, an' have this bulldog sock his +ivories into me." +</P> + +<P> +"He ain't no bulldog," snaps Bill. "It looks to me as if you might +learn purty soon that he's a brindle bull-terrier!" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I know that all right, an' I'm willin' to swear to it," sez I, +"but just now it's his teeth, not his ancestors, that are botherin' me. +If I'm to be mistook for a jack-rabbit, I ain't nowise particular just +which kind of a bulldog is goin' to do the mistakin'." +</P> + +<P> +Bill, he smiled sadly an' walked over an' stuck his naked finger right +into the pup's mouth. I looked to see it bit off, but the pup only +opened his eyes, looked foolish, an' tramped down another acre of +imaginary grass; finally goin' to sleep again an' usin' my feet for a +piller. +</P> + +<P> +Talk about grit! That little cuss was willin' to fight any-thing that +walked. We took him out to the herd one day, an' after he'd been kicked +an' tossed an' trampled, he got on to throwin' a steer by the nose, an' +from that on it was his favorite pastime. He played the game so +enthusiastic, that I finally sez to Bill, "Bill, you mustn't forget +that Colonel Scott has other uses for these cattle besides usin' 'em +for dog exercisers." From that on, Bill made the pup be a little more +temperate in the use o' steers. +</P> + +<P> +The muscles on that pup got to be like hard rubber, an' you couldn't +pinch him hard enough to make him squeak. He allus took a serious view +o' life except when the' was a chance for a little rough an' tumble; +then his face would light up like an angel's. Pullin' on a rope was his +idee o' draw poker, an' he could wear out the whole bunch of us at it. +Bill fair idolized him—fact is, we all thought a heap of him; but I'd +'a' liked him a mite better if the' 'd been more bunks in the shack. +</P> + +<P> +If he got cold, he'd scratch your face till you let him under the +covers, an' then when he got too hot, he'd pull the covers off an' roll +'em into a nice soft heap, with himself on top. He never overlooked +himself much, the pup didn't. First I knew, I got to missin' a right +smart o' sleep that really belonged to me; 'cause, while I'm opposed to +speakin' ill o' the absent, I'd just about as soon try to sleep with a +colicky hoss as with Bill an' the pup. When the pup wasn't chasin' +imaginary jack-rabbits or live fleas, Bill was jumpin' up an' down to +write somethin' new into his book; until Kid Porter swore that if any +more came, he was goin' to leave. +</P> + +<P> +I like a dog the full limit, but I never hankered to sleep with 'em, +not when they have fleas; an' when they don't, they allus put me in +mind of a man 'at uses perfumery. I tried to devise a plan for sleepin' +on the floor, but I couldn't engineer it through. +</P> + +<P> +"No," sez Bill, in a hurt kind of a tone, "I wouldn't inconvenience you +for the world. Me an' Cupid will sleep on the floor." Well, there I +was. I'm as tender-hearted as a baby antelope, so I just turned it off +as a joke, an' got to sleepin' in the saddle on the return trip. +</P> + +<P> +Nothin' on earth made Bill so mad as to call the pup a bulldog, though +if he wasn't one, he sure looked the part. I knowed it wouldn't do to +take too many chances, so me an' the Kid used to post the boys, an' +when one of 'em would drop in an' say as natural as though he was +chattin' about the weather: "That's a mighty fine London, brindle, +bull-terrier you-uns have got," Bill's face would light up as if he was +the mother of it, an' he would turn in an' preach us a sermon on dogs. +That was why you liked Bill; he was just the same all the way through +an' if he was friendly when it paid, you was certain sure he'd be just +as friendly when it cost. +</P> + +<P> +Colonel Scott's niece came out to visit him some time in May, an' we +heard of her long before we saw her. 'Bout every one we met had +somethin' to tell about what a really, truly heart-buster she was. She +learned to ride, an' one afternoon she an' the Colonel struck our +outfit just in front of a howlin' storm. +</P> + +<P> +The' wasn't no show to get back to headquarters that night, so we +smoothed out the wide bunk for the lady, an' us men planned to flop in +the shed. She sure had dandy manners! She pitched in an' helped us get +supper, an' we had about everything to eat that a man could think +of—side meat an' boiled beans an' ham an' corn-bread an' baked beans +an' flapjacks an' fried potatoes an' bean soup, an' coffee so stout +that you couldn't see the bottom in a teaspoonful of it. We just turned +ourselves loose an' gave her a banquet. +</P> + +<P> +As soon as the dishes was off our hands, we started in to be jovial. Me +an' the Kid wasn't just altogether at home, but Bill was right in his +element. He played, an' him an' her sang, an' they talked, an' it was +the most festive function I ever see; until the pup came in an' jumped +up on the wide bunk where she was settin'. "Oh, take that horrid +bull-dog away!" she squealed. +</P> + +<P> +I dreaded the result; but I sez to myself, "Now surely that doggone +ijit won't throw a call-down into the lady." but he did. "Miss +Johnston," sez he, "that ain't no bulldog. That's a high-bred London +bull-terrier. How would you like to be called a Chinaman? Come here, +Cupid." +</P> + +<P> +It was like throwin' a bucket o' water on a bed o' coals. Bill was like +an oyster from that on, an' the girl looked as if she'd been slapped. I +was mad all the way through. It's all right for a man to be crazy, if +he'll only keep it private, but the' ain't no sense in tryin' to get +the whole balance o' creation over to his side. +</P> + +<P> +The Colonel thought it a mighty prime joke to have his niece called +down over a bull pup, an' he chuckled about it consid'able. Next +mornin' he made Bill promise to come over an' visit him; but the girl +said HER good-byes to me an' the Kid. From that on, Bill was over to +headquarters half his time, but it didn't do him much good. The girl +wouldn't stand for the pup, an' Bill wouldn't go back on him; so it +looked purty much like a deadlock. +</P> + +<P> +One Sunday about the first of August, we was all sittin' in the shade +of the shack, lookin' down into the valley. The shack backed up against +a massive crag on the edge of a high plateau. The road from +headquarters came in from the North, wound around a steep butte, then +along the top o' the cliff to where it slid down into the valley to +Danders. +</P> + +<P> +We heard the thud o' hoofs an' turnin' around, we saw the Colonel's +niece tearin' down the road on a big hoss. It was a plain case of +runaway, an' I felt something break inside my chest. They were headin' +straight for the top o' the cliff, the hoss was goin' too fast to make +the turn, an' we was too far off to beat him to it. +</P> + +<P> +We simply stood there like a flock o' sheep, without a single thought +among us. The' didn't seem to be a thing to do, but just watch 'em +plunge two hundred feet into the ravine. I glanced at Bill, but I +hardly knew him. His brows was drawn down like a wildcat's, his jaws +was clamped so tight you could hear 'em grit, an' his eyes seemed to +smoke. +</P> + +<P> +I looked back to the road again, an' there was the pup, standin' down +by the road watchin' the hoss runnin' toward him. I touched Bill on the +shoulder, an sez, "Can the pup do anything, Bill?" Bill gave a sigh as +though he had just come back from the dead, an' in a voice that wavered +an' trembled, but still rang out like a trumpet, he yelled: "Throw him, +Cupid, throw him!" Lord, man! I wish you could have seen it. The mane +bristled up on that dog's back an' his muscles bulged out till he +looked like a stone image. We heard him give a low whine, like as if he +knowed it was too big a job for a little feller like him. But did he +try to flunk it? Not him. Then I knew 'at he wasn't neither a bulldog +nor a bull-terrier, but a little sixty-pound hero, willin' to pass out +his life any time 'at Bill would draw a check for it. +</P> + +<P> +We fair helt our breath as he backed away from the road an' took a +little easy gallop until the hoss was near even with him. Another dog +would have blown his lungs loose, tellin' what he was a-goin' to do; +but Cupid never said a word. His lip curled up till you could catch the +glisten of those wicked white teeth of his, an' then when the hoss was +right alongside an' it looked as if he had lost his chance, he gave a +couple of short jumps an' threw himself for the critter's nose. +</P> + +<P> +Well, I can't rightly tell you just what did happen then. I saw him +make his spring an' swing around full sweep, hangin' on to the hoss's +nose; but from that on the whole earth seemed to be shook loose. The +boss keeled over like he was shot, the girl seemed to turn a somerset +in the air, an' light all in a heap, with one arm hangin' over the edge +of the cliff. We heard a shriek, a little smothered yelp, an' then we +ran down to them. +</P> + +<P> +Bill looked first toward the girl an' then toward the pup, an' it was +tearing his heart apart to tell which one he would go to first. Finally +he ran to the girl an' carried her back from the cliff. He knelt an' +put his ear to her heart, then he took her wrist an' after what seemed +a mighty long time, he gave a little sigh, an' sez, "Kid, run for some +water. Run! What do you stand lookin' at me for?" +</P> + +<P> +The Kid, he certainly did run, while Bill stepped over to where Cupid +was layin', still an' quiet, but with a piece o' the hoss's nose still +in his grip. The hoss's right shoulder was broke an' he couldn't get +up, but was thrashin' an' strugglin' around. "Get your gun an' put that +hoss out of his misery, Happy," sez Bill, an' the' was somethin' in his +tone that filled me plumb full o' the spirit of action. +</P> + +<P> +When I came back, the Kid was pourin' a bucket o' water over the girl, +an' Bill, with the tears rollin' down his cheeks, was feelin' over the +body of the little bull-pup. I put the muzzle to within an inch o' the +soft spot in the hoss's forehead, an' fired. The hoss's head sank, an' +then I gulped a couple o' times like a flabby galoot, an' sez, "Bill, +do you reckon the brindle bull-terrier'll pull through?" +</P> + +<P> +"Get me some o' that water," sez Bill. When I got it, he showed me a +place where the whole o' the pup's scalp had been kicked loose. I +couldn't see what good water was goin' to do, but Bill wouldn't give +up. "I can't find where the skull is broke," he sez, "an' maybe the +water'll fetch him around." +</P> + +<P> +He poured some water over the little feller's face, but it didn't seem +to be no use. He just lay still with his head on Bill's knee, an' I +knew it was all up with little Cupid; but just to please Bill, I gave +him a flask, I happened to have, an' sez, "Give the little feller a +drink, Bill. He never was used to hittin' it none, an' it'll have a +powerful effect on him." Bill opened the pup's mouth an' poured in a +tol'able stiff swig, an' by cracky, the pup opened his eyes, an' when +he saw Bill bendin' down over him, he tried to wag his little tail. +</P> + +<P> +Well, Bill took that pup up in his arms an' hugged him—an' if the' 's +any one in this crowd that feels like laughin', it'll be healthier for +'im to step outside. +</P> + +<P> +Then Bill picked up the pup, an' motioned for me an' the Kid to tote +the lady up to the shack, an' we did it, though it wasn't fittin' work +for a couple o' ridin men. She had fully come to when we reached the +shack, an' we laid her on the wide bunk. Bill put the pup on the narrow +bunk, washed out the hole in his head, an' tied it up with a clean +handkerchief. Then he crossed over an' spoke to the girl. I could easy +tell by his voice that the last time they had parted it had been a +little stormy. +</P> + +<P> +"Miss Johnston," he sez in a low tone, "are you sufferin' much?" +</P> + +<P> +She owned up to a perfectly rippin' headache, an' said she was sore all +over; but it was her ankle 'at pained her most. Bill started to look at +it; but she reddened up an' tried to draw it under her. Bill never paid +any attention to her, but sez calmly, "I've had consid'able experience, +Miss Johnston. A great deal depends on promptness. Now just let the +limb lay natural till I remove the shoe." +</P> + +<P> +Me an' the Kid started to break for the foothills, but he set me to +makin' bandages, an' sent the Kid after some more water. We was losin' +our age fast, an' Bill's voice sounded like grandpa's. He said it was a +corkin' bad sprain, but he tied it up an' wet down the bandages; an' +then he sent me to headquarters after the spring-wagon, an' the Kid to +Danders for the doctor. +</P> + +<P> +We both got back before daylight, an' by that time Bill an' the girl +had come to a purty harmonious agreement concernin' the proper standin' +of a brindle bull-terrier. When I came in he was holdin' the lady's +hand—an' I was the only one what reddened up. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap19"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER NINETEEN +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +BARBIE MAKES A DISCOVERY +</H3> + +<P> +Jessamie, that was Miss Johnston's real name, had been ridin' one o' +the Colonel's high-breds, an' again orders at that; but the Colonel was +purty comfortable like at the upshot. Bill was fitted out with a +pedigree an 'a bank account what made him a parlor guest purty much +everywhere he went, an' on top o' that it tickled the Colonel a heap to +have things ironed out by the bull pup himself. +</P> + +<P> +I didn't much suppose when I see that sorrowful pup pikin' back the +track that he was doomed to achieve prominence an' fame, but Fate had +him entered on her book all right, an' he made so everlastin' good that +it wouldn't have surprised me a mite if they'd have run him for +Governor. +</P> + +<P> +You just bet your life the other feller never got him again! Why they'd +'a' had to bring the whole standin' army to filch that dog away from +Bill after the big doin's. Out here in Wyoming it's a test of +class—owners of one of Cupid's pups are first-class, others belong to +the herd. +</P> + +<P> +It was two weeks after the accident that us four—countin' Kid +Porter—was sittin' in exactly the same place back of the shack; only +this time, Bill was pullin' the pup's ears. Bill hadn't spent overly +much time with us the last fortnight, an' we were talkin' it all over, +when hanged if we didn't hear the thud of hoofs again, an' I reckon we +all turned blue. +</P> + +<P> +Cupid himself appeared a shade disgusted at the prospect of an encore. +He had only just shed his bandages, an' the flap on his lid was still +too tender to scratch, so that you can't hardly blame him for takin' +the narrow view of it. We jumped around the corner of the house, but +the' was two riders this time, an' while they was spinnin' along at a +purty merry clip, they had control of the hosses all right. Both of 'em +was girls, an' one of 'em was Jessamie. When I see who the other was, I +felt as though I was standin' on the outer edge of a fleecy cloud. It +was Barbie. I ducked back around the corner of the house. +</P> + +<P> +Bill, he ran down an' helped his lady to alight, while Barbie flopped +herself off her mount an' ran up to Cupid. Oh, they know a heap, dogs +do. Cupid took just one look in her eyes, an' when she squatted down on +her knees, he tried to get into her lap an' they made a heap o' fuss +over each other. I could tell by her eyes that Jessamie felt a shade +jealous, 'cause Cupid hadn't quite forgiven her for slightin' him at +the first. I was watchin' 'em through a chink in the shack and I was +feelin' purty glum myself, to think that Barbie would spend all that +time on a dog an' never give one little inquiry about me. +</P> + +<P> +Well, they examined the spot where Cupid had made his tackle, an' the +dent in the earth where the hoss an' Jessamie had lit, an' then they +meandered up to the house to see just how helpless we'd been, aside +from Cupid. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, you all had a share in it;" Barbie was sayin' as they neared the +shack. "Cupid did the actual work, you trained him for it, and Higinson +had the kind of a nerve that don't melt under fire." +</P> + +<P> +"Sure thing," sez Bill, "I own up that I was plumb petrified, an' Cupid +wasn't carin' much one way or the other; but Hank Higinson never lost +his self-possession a second,"—this was all bosh, 'cause I was purty +nigh stampeded, an' that's the simple truth. +</P> + +<P> +"Where is he?" sez Barbie. "I want to see him an' then I can tell just +about how much he could do on his own hook." +</P> + +<P> +I was feelin' a sight better. I saw exactly how it was. Bill an' all +the rest o' the fellers had done exactly what I had hinted at an' +hadn't divulged my identity, an' Barbie hadn't the slightest idea that +I was in the state. Those people who know precisely the right time to +disobey orders, are a big help to humanity; but they're mighty scarce. +</P> + +<P> +Bill, he opened the door of the shack, an' sez, "Come on out. Hank, a +lady wants to be introduced to you." +</P> + +<P> +I stepped to the door feelin' wonderful bashful, but when Barbie saw +me, she went several different colors an' shouts: +</P> + +<P> +"Happy, Happy Hawkins! What on earth do you mean by bein' here?" +</P> + +<P> +Her voice was trembly an' accusin' an' reproachful an' glad an' a lot +of other things; an' I found it mighty hard to come back with a joke, +quick enough to suit me. I felt sort o' flighty, with her big dark eyes +lookin' into me, an' while I was stutterin' she opened up on me an' +give me a good old-fashioned scoldin'—an' I felt dandy. Bill, he was +troubled some with startin' eyes. Jessamie was breedy all right, but +compared to Barbie, she looked like a six o' suit alongside the queen +o' trumps. +</P> + +<P> +"Why," sez Barbie, turnin' to Jessamie, "everything always goes right +when Happy's present. I might have known from your description that it +was Happy who saw the only way—" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, pshaw, now," sez I, breakin' in, "I didn't do a blasted thing. +Cupid here was the master workman on this job, while Bill—" +</P> + +<P> +"That's all true enough," sez Barbie, "you have the gift of hidin' +yourself in your work; but I can see you just the same." +</P> + +<P> +It was certainly comfortin' to hear the way she went on about it; but +it was a little too cold-blooded for my nerves, 'cause I hadn't done a +thing this time but make one small suggestion; so we finally +compromised by admittin' that now an' again, I was picked out to be the +nail on the finger of Fate. Sometimes I rather think that comes purty +close to hittin' me. +</P> + +<P> +Jessamie had graduated from the university where Barbie was goin', at +the close of Barbie's first year. They had met, an' remembered each +other; an' as soon as the news of the doin's had reached the Diamond +Dot, of course Barbie piked over to make a call. The outcome was that +when the Colonel sent out a man to take my place, I rode back to the +Diamond Dot with Barbie, an' it was mighty good to be there again. +</P> + +<P> +Jabez give me a good firm hand-shake, an' didn't rub it in about the +silkworms; so that everything just slid along as smooth as joint-oil, +an' I had a good opportunity to estimate the benefit of Barbie's +schoolin'. She was a heap more changed than I had supposed at first; +the' was a way she had of holdin' her head an' walkin' an' talkin', +that showed me quick enough that money spent on her edication wasn't +nowise wasted. +</P> + +<P> +But she went back to her last year soon after this, intendin' to be the +best maid at Jessamie's weddin'. This weddin' was a curious thing an' +opened my eyes purty wide to the ways of women. I'd 'a' been willin' to +bet my saddle that the one man she never would marry, was Bill; but she +owned up herself that she had made up her mind to marry him the first +night they met. She wasn't quite sure of it until him an' her had the +fall-out over Cupid, and that settled it. She said a man who had the +spunk to stick up for his dog the way Bill did would be a purty handy +kind to have around the house, an' she was just tryin' him out to see +how far he'd go. She was actually fond of dogs all the time, especially +bulldogs. A girl-baby three years old could have fooled Methusaleh in +his prime, an' that means after he'd had about six hundred years of +experience. She's a wonderful invention, woman. +</P> + +<P> +All the while before Barbie left, she was tryin' to plan out what use +she was goin' to put her edication to. Sometimes she was minded to go +on the stage, at others lawyerin' looked good to her, but most of the +time she seemed to think that a female doctor would come nearer fittin' +her than anything else. +</P> + +<P> +Me an' Jabez worried about it a heap; but we was wise enough to hide +it. We knew that Barbie carted around at all times what they call a +spirit of combativity, which fattened on opposition, an' we preferred +to let her scrap it out with herself, hopin' that what she finally +decided on would be all for the best. +</P> + +<P> +Jabez said good-bye at the edge of the ranch, while I drove her over to +Webb Station. I kind o' fought shy of Danders 'cause it seemed to me +that the' was always some kind of a job waitin' for me there, an' +Barbie had left me a heap of work for that winter. "Have you learned +anything yet?" she asked me, after the train had pulled into sight an' +we was shakin' hands. +</P> + +<P> +"Not a thing for certain," sez I. "I've stumbled onto several rumors, +but they always went out. Do you still study over it much, Barbie?" +</P> + +<P> +"Never a day goes by but what I study over it," sez she. "There isn't +anything I wouldn't give to know about my mother—all about her." +</P> + +<P> +"Are you sure, Barbie?" said I. +</P> + +<P> +She thought hard a minute, an' then she threw back her head an' looked +into my eyes. "Yes," she said, in a low tone, "I'd give +everything—even the love and respect I feel for my father." +</P> + +<P> +I gave a little shiver. "Barbie," I sez, "I don't think you'll ever +have to pay that high a price. I never saw your Dad cruel in cold +blood, an' he's purty just." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I would rather die than find out that he'd ever been cruel to my +mother; but I do want to know about her; and some day I will." She +squeezed my hand hard and her eyes were wet with tears when she stepped +on the train; but she tried to smile, she sure did. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap20"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER TWENTY +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +RICHARD WHITTINGTON ARRIVES +</H3> + +<P> +Well, that winter rolled by without a break. Me an' Jabez had just +about learned how to take each other, an' we didn't stretch our harness +to the snappin' point. Bill Andrews had finally got tol'able well +acquainted with me also, an' was able to savvy that while peace was my +one great desire, the' was some prices that I wouldn't pay for it. +</P> + +<P> +We was all het up when the graduation day finally came, an' we didn't +do a lick of work on the ranch; just gathered around the ranch +buildin's, polishin' up her harness an' hosses, an' talkin' about her +in hushed voices. She had won honors an' medals an' one thing or +another until I reckon we felt purty much as Mrs. Washington did when +she was cleanin' house to welcome the father of his country after he +had showed England where to reset the boundery stakes. +</P> + +<P> +Barbie had wrote us that she was goin' to cut out a string of +invitations as long as your arm and pike right out for home as soon as +she had finished her part of the program, an' we weren't able to do a +tap until she arrived. At first I was minded to drive down after her, +an' then I decided that it would be better for me to stay at home an' +line up the boys in some sort of style to receive her. Spider Kelley +went after her and as soon as they hove in sight I had all the punchers +charge down an' shoot their guns off in the air. They was wearin' their +gaudiest raiment an' shoutin' their heads off, an' she owned up herself +that it topped anything she ever saw in the East. She stood up in the +buckboard an' took off her hat an' swung it about her head and shouted, +"Boys, you're just bully—every one of you!" an' say, the' wasn't a +puncher on the Diamond Dot that wouldn't have given up his hide to make +her a pair o' ridin' gloves. Jabez had waited back at the ranch house +an' he was tremblin' when we left him to ride down an' meet her. +</P> + +<P> +Here she was, comin' back for the last time with all the learnin' of +the earth packed away in her head, an' niched up with more degrees than +a thermometer; but it hadn't changed her heart, not one grain; an' when +she saw the home buildin's with ol' Mount Savage sittin' up on his +throne an' all the little peaks bowin' before him, like pages to a +king, she jes' threw out her arms as though she would take in the whole +outfit in one big hug, an' her eyes filled up with tears as she sez, +"Oh, Dad. I love it! I love every inch of it, every line of it, every +shade of it; an' I've hungered an' thirsted for it all these years—an' +for you, Dad, for you most of all." +</P> + +<P> +Well, you should have seen Jabez. Beam? Why, I reckon you could have +lit a cigar on his face, an' he fluttered around like a hen with one +chicken an' that one a duck. He couldn't quite believe that it was all +true and that he was actually awake. He had worried so long about her +cuttin' into some new game as soon as her schoolin' was done that he +hardly dared rejoice for fear it would wake him up; but it didn't take +her long to begin enjoyin' her old freedom again. It took us some +longer to adjust ourselves to her, however. +</P> + +<P> +Now she hadn't changed such an awful sight, an' yet the' was somethin' +about her 'at made you feel like touchin' your hat when she issued an +order. Not that she was uppity nor nothin'; she rambled around playin' +with the colts an' the calves, an' rompin' with the dogs, an' fairly +stackin' up the whole place in little heaps. An' she rustled up her old +sombrero an' leggin's just as though she had never set a hoof off the +range. Still, the' was somethin' about her you couldn't quite put your +finger on; but which you knew in your heart was there all the time, +awaitin' till she made up her mind to call it out; like a handful o' +regulars givin' dignity to a scrawny two by twice fort in the Injun +country. +</P> + +<P> +We took up our ridin' again, an' just as I was gettin' used to it, +along comes a feller lookin' about two thirds starved. His clothes was +ragged an' soiled, he had forgot his baggage, he was on foot (an' when +I say on foot, I don't only mean that he was dispensin' with the luxury +of a pony; he was also unemcumbered with soles to his boots), but he +had indoor hands, a back as straight as an Injun's, an' a way of +flingin' up his head an' drawin' down his brows when you spoke to him +sudden, which proved 'at trampin' was only a sideline with him. He put +in an application as cook for the home gang. +</P> + +<P> +Ol' Cast Steel looked into him: examined his eyes, his hands, an' the +way he carried his head. Then he spoke kind o' slow an' drawly. "Cook?" +sez he. "We'll, I'd be willin' to bet 'at you've stayed up till three +o'clock a heap more times'n you have ever arose at this wholesome hour. +What can you cook?" +</P> + +<P> +Well, the feller he laughed, an' sez, "You win. I own up 'at I ain't no +cook, nor I ain't no cow puncher; but my pension has stopped an' my +appetite is still runnin'. I never yet recall readin' no notice of any +cook what died of starvation." +</P> + +<P> +Jabez grinned. "I don't ask no man about his past," sez he. "No man +knows nothin' about his future. As for the present, you can help with +the cookin'. Flap Jack is due for his bender, week after next, an' if +you can learn the trade by that time you'll come in handy." +</P> + +<P> +'Twas the first time I ever heard of Cast Steel vary his hirin' speech; +so I knew 'at he too had the feller spotted for a stray; but he rolled +up his sleeves an' started to peel spuds for the evenin' slum. He said +that his name was Richard Whittington, an' while he didn't talk overly +extensive about himself, he wasn't nowise offish nor snarly. He did his +work up to the limit too, an' even of Flap Jack didn't complain as much +as he generally did whenever he was furnished with a little extra help. +The peculiar thing was the way 'at Barbie treated him. She came down to +the cook shack soon after he landed, with a lot of Jabez' old clothes +an' a pair of boots, 'cause anything in distress got to her heart by +the shortest cut. She came lopin' along with about fifteen dogs, +whistlin' an' hummin' an' sort o' dancin' up in the air like a young +angel; but the minute she saw him she sobered up, an' after he had +thanked her, which he did in book langwidge, she simply pulled down the +blinds an' locked the door. It was mighty curious an' set us all to +talkin', 'cause she treated us fellers just as friendly as the rest of +the stock; but Dick made a bad impression right at the start, an' we +kept our eyes on him for the first crooked move. +</P> + +<P> +He was a restless feller, was Dick, allus askin' questions about breeds +an' fencin' an' winter feeds an' marketin'. Said he liked to have +somethin' to study about when his hands was workin'. Barbie left one of +her books out in the wagon-shed one day an' Dick found it. He curled +right up on a cushion an' begun to read. That was the very day 'at +Flappy was to start off on his periodical, an' he had made all his +preparations so that everything would be in apple-pie order. When +dinner went by an' no deputy showed up he ground out several canticles +of profanity; but when supper time hove in sight and nairy a report +from the substitute hash-herder, he fairly stood on tiptoe an' screamed +his woes into what they call the wel-kin; an' you can bet that Flappy +made her welk all right. +</P> + +<P> +He had been training for this jag for full three months, an' the thirst +he had built up was somethin' for the whole ranch to be proud of; an' +all the boys was full of sympathy an' interest, an' wanted him to have +every show in the world. They wanted his mind to be utterly free from +care, so that he could give his full attention to tackin' up a Diamond +Dot record that would arouse the envy of the entire West, an' Flappy +was in fine shape to do it. +</P> + +<P> +We all started out to find Dick, whether he was still hidin' around the +ranch or had started to hike; but it was Barbie herself who found him. +She came racin' along with a herd of dogs, friskin' an' rompin' the +same as they was; but when she came onto Dick readin' her book she +simmered down immejet. When he looked up an' saw her he seemed like a +feller wakin' up out of a dream. It didn't break on him all at once; +but when it did, he looked as guilty as a sheep-herder. He stood up an' +bowed an' helt out the book an' stammered, an' all in all, it was +painful to watch 'em. None of us was able to figger out why they acted +this way ever time they happened to meet; but they did. +</P> + +<P> +Well, after he'd apologized a couple o' chapters she told him 'at she +was nearly through with the book, an' if he'd come up to the house +after supper she'd be glad to let him take it. After supper up he went +to the house an' sent ol' Mellisse in for it. When he got it he went +back to the cook-shack an' stayed up all night readin' it. One of the +boys what got in about two o'clock said 'at he was just about half +through with it the second time when he came along. Books is the same +as opium to some folks. After that Barbie used to send him down books +purty often, an' he used to get a world of comfort out of 'em. +</P> + +<P> +One afternoon when Dick was cookin' up a stew Jabez came out an' sat on +a cracker-box talkin' to him. He allus seemed to have a likin' for +Dick, an' used to chat with him right consid'able. This afternoon he +got to spreadin' himself about how much money the place handled every +year an' how much the' was invested in it, an' what a great thing the +cattle industry was to the entire country. Jabez had his vanities all +right, an' he used to parade 'em occasional an' got a heap o' comfort +out of 'em. Dick went along seasonin' an' addin' an' stirrin' an' not +seemin' to pay a mite of attention, until finally Jabez got tired of +appreciatin' himself, an' sez, "Well, what do you think of this little +plant anyway?" +</P> + +<P> +"Do you like the scenery around here, or do you have to live here on +account of your health?" sez Dick, sort of unconcerned like. +</P> + +<P> +Jabez looked at him about a minute to kind of get the drift of his +remark, an' then he sez, "What do you mean by that?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why," sez Dick, "you ain't makin' two percent profit, an' I was just +wonderin' what you stayed here for—if it wasn't for somethin' else +beside the filthy looger." +</P> + +<P> +Jabez, he jumps to his feet an' goes all through it again, tellin' all +he has took in an' all he has paid out; while Dick kept attendin' to +his pots an' pans the same as if he was stone deaf. Jabez rattled on an +ended up with: "An' this here ranch has the best water an' the best +range an' the best shelter of any ranch in the state. What do you think +of that?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, I think it all the more reason why it should pay a business +profit," drawls Dick. "Only last week I heard you complainin' somethin' +fierce because you had to put up for a new freight-wagon. The great +trouble with you is that you don't have no system. You need a manager, +a man who takes an interest in modern progress, a man who sees that the +rest o' the men pay a profit. I don't mean a foreman, you got plenty o' +them. I mean a business man. You ain't no business man; you don't like +it." +</P> + +<P> +Well, Jabez was stupefied. He'd never had no wage-earner dump advice on +him before, an' here was a tramp, as you might say, who started in by +telling him that what he really needed was some one to run his business +for him. He didn't fly up through. He just rose an' gave Dick a +searchin' look, an' then he meandered up to the house; an' you could +tell by the very droop of his shoulders that what he was doin' was +thinkin'. +</P> + +<P> +The upshot of it was that when Flappy was hauled out to the ranch the +next week, an' as soon as he got so he could tell fire from water, Dick +fitted up an office in the North wing; an' about fifteen minutes +afterward we all felt the difference. From that on everything ran like +a round-up. Dick didn't boss none, he just pointed out the best way, +an' we did it. All those answers we had told him about calves an' +winter hay an' such-like had simply gone in one ear—an' stuck to the +inside of his mental gearing. He discovered that Jabez had been stuck +for further orders on most of his supplies, an' had allus managed to +win the bottom price whenever it came his turn to make a sale. +</P> + +<P> +Well, Dick was a perpetual surprise party. You could tell by the color +of his skin that he was an indoor man; but he sat a hoss like a cow +puncher, an' as soon as he got things runnin' to suit him on our place +he got to makin' side trips to the other ranches. He would spend two +hours talkin' about the weather; but at the end o' that time, he knew +more about a man's outfit than the owner himself. Then he ordered out a +lot of stock papers, an' the first thing we knew, we was askin' him +questions about things 'at we'd allus supposed we savvied from tail to +muzzle. He seemed to like me more'n the rest, an' chose me out to be +his ridin' pal an' what he called an A. D. Kong, which was simply the +French for messenger boy; but Dick never unloaded a lot of talk about +himself. You wouldn't notice it, but he allus managed to have the other +feller do most o' the talkin'. +</P> + +<P> +When winter came he took a trainload o' cattle clear to Chicago an' +brought back twenty bulls—dandies! Big white-faced fellers with +pool-table backs an' stocky legs, an' they sure made the other stuff +look like the champion scrubs of creation. No one in our parts had ever +seen such cattle, an' for the rest of the winter we helt a fair an' +booked enough orders for calves to make a man nervous. Jabez had gone +along, an' it must have ganted him consid'able to heave out the wampum +for that bunch; but you should have seen him swell up when folks got to +talkin' about 'em. He was game though, an' gave Dick the credit. He +thought Dick was the whole manuver by this time. +</P> + +<P> +Barbie an' Dick had got over givin' antelope starts every time they +met; but they wasn't what you would call friendly by a long ways. Dick +had worn a rough lookin' beard when he first arrived; but afterward he +had trimmed it to a point, an' it made him look some like a doctor. His +ears were set tight to his head, an' he had a proud nose; but it was +his hands an' his eyes that set him apart. His hands were fair size but +white, an' they stayed white. They had a nervous way of fussin' around +with things whenever he got to thinkin'; but after all, the thing that +was the final call was his eyes. They were bright an' set in under +heavy brows; but they never seemed tryin' to bend you, like some eyes +do, they just seemed so completely sure of what they saw, an' they +seemed to have seen so much beforehand, that a feller was tempted to +stick to the truth in front of 'em—even when it wasn't altogether +convenient. Dick was the first cold-blooded man I ever liked, an' he +was sure cold-blooded at this period. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap21"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +HAPPY MAKES A DISCOVERY +</H3> + +<P> +Now dogs an' Barbie was allus exceedin' intimate. Dogs just doted on +her, an she recipercated full measure; but she had one dog what was +only a dog by what they call an act of courtesy. It must 'a' weighed +fully two pounds, an' had bushy hair at that. It had a bark to it like +one o' these intellectual dolls what can say Ma-maa, Ma-maa, but the +critter was as proud o' this bark as though it shook all the buildin's +on the place. The blame thing wasn't physically able to inflict much +more damage than a mosquito, but it was full as bloodthirsty, an' it +had took a keen disregard for Bill Andrews. +</P> + +<P> +Bill Andrews was still the foreman, an' one day he was on his way to +the office to make a report to Dick when this imitation dog came +sailin' around the corner an' took a grab at his leg. He had a +brand-new pair of pants on, an' they was outside his boots. You know +how corduroy tears when the dye has been a bit too progressive. Well, +the pup loosened up a piece like a section of pie. Bill Andrews lost +his Christian fortitude, give that toy muff a kick that landed him +fifteen feet—an' Barbie came around the corner, an' Dick came out of +the office at the same time. +</P> + +<P> +The poor little pup was a-layin' on his back yelpin' like a love-sick +bob-cat; a white rage came over me an' I pulled out my gun; but before +I could use it Dick had sailed into him without a word. Bill Andrews +was too flustered to pull his own gun, so he put up his hands, but it +didn't do no good. Dick caught him under the chin, an' the back of his +head struck the ground several moments before his feet arrived. It was +a beautiful blow; I never seen a neater. I don't reckon Barbie ever did +either; 'cause as soon as she had gathered up the pup she walked up to +Dick an' sez, "I want to thank you for this, an' to say that I am in +your debt to the extent of any favor what's in my power." Course Dick +was locoed the same as usual. His face looked like the settin' sun, an' +he couldn't pump out a word to save him. Them two found it mighty hard +to overcome the first prejudice they'd felt again each other. +</P> + +<P> +Bill Andrews he set up after a bit, with his hands on the ground, +bracin' himself while he was tryin' to recall the history of the few +precedin' moments. Dick looked down at him calmly an' said, "As soon as +you have apologized to Miss Judson you may come into the office and we +shall transact our business." Then he lifted his hat, whirled on his +heel, an 'stalked inside like as if he was a colonel. +</P> + +<P> +Bill Andrews was purty tol'able low-spirited; but he handed out as +affectin' an excuse as he could dream up, and as soon as Barbie had +spoke her piece he slouched into the office purty consid'able cargoed +up with conflictin' emotions. I'd ruther shoot a man an' not kill him, +than to be the cause of makin' him look ridiculous before a woman—that +is, a revengeful sneak like what Bill Andrews was. +</P> + +<P> +As soon as he an' Dick got through with their talk, an' it was a purty +tol'able lengthy confab at that, Bill Andrews went to the boss an' +tendered in his resignation. Cast Steel accepted it mighty hearty, +'cause Barbie had just been callin' on him; an' that very mornin' Dick +made Pete Hanson foreman. +</P> + +<P> +Next night the office safe was opened an' fifteen hundred dollars was +took. Every one thought right away of Bill Andrews, an' the ol' man +sent us out in pairs to scour the country. The' wasn't much scourin' to +be done, how-ever, 'cause we found Bill Andrews on the next ranch, an' +they was ready to swear 'at he hadn't left it all night. The' wasn't no +one else that any one felt like suspectin'. Jabez wasn't the man to +weep over upsettin' a can o' condensed, an' purty soon the theft was +forgot an' everything was runnin' along as smooth as forty quarts o' +joint-oil. +</P> + +<P> +The ol' man kept dependin' more an' more on Dick, until finally Dick +got to signin' checks, orderin' all the supplies, an' takin' full +charge; while Jabez spent most of his time taggin' around after Barbie. +They was like a couple o' young children; but Barbie wasn't quite so +high-headed with Dick after the dog affair, an' they got to ridin' +together quite a bit themselves. Barbie was just as good friends with +me as ever; but I could see—any one could see—that Jabez was willin' +to call Dick a son-in-law just the minute that Barbie was. +</P> + +<P> +By the time he had been there a year Dick was the big head chief, an' +the ranch was boomin' along like a river steamboat. He allus got the +best of everything in the way of supplies, an' every laddie-buck in the +West knew of it; so 'at a Diamond Dot puncher didn't throw up his job +just for exercise. The' was a swarm o' white-faced calves, an' about +half of 'em wore other fellers' brands, which was a receipt for a lot +of fancy money, so 'at Jabez was as well satisfied as the men; an' even +Barbie had come to own up that Dick was the fittin'est man in those +parts. I could read every thought in her head, an' it hurt me to think +that at last I had dropped back to second fiddle; but I could see that +Dick had had chances that I hadn't had, an'—an' I allus aim to play +fair, so I took to ridin' alone an' workin' harder than I was used to. +</P> + +<P> +She could strum a guitar till you'd be willin' to swear it was the +heavenly harps of the Celustial Choir; an' she an' Dick used to loaf +around in the moonlight makin' melody 'at was worth goin' a good long +ways to hear. They sure made a tasty couple, an' all the boys used to +like to see 'em together. In fact, the whole Diamond Dot was as +match-makey as a quiltin' bee. +</P> + +<P> +One moonlight night I'd been up to ol' Monody's grave, an' I came +walkin' back about half-past nine. It was more'n twelve years since Ol' +Monody had passed over, but it didn't seem that long. Just as I turned +a corner; I heard a laugh that seemed to float to me from a long ways +back in the past. It was Jim Jimison's laugh, an' as I came around the +corner of the house there he stood with his back to me, talkin' to +Barbie. "Well, for the Gee Whizz!" I cried. He turned, an' it was Dick. +We looked into each other's eyes a moment, an' then I forced a laugh +an' went on to the stallion stable, where I sat down to puzzle it out. +</P> + +<P> +It wasn't very long before Dick came to me an' held out his hand. I +took it, an' we gave an old-time grip. "I was wonderin' how long it +would be before you saw through me," he sez. +</P> + +<P> +I got the moon in his face an' looked at him a long time. Of course a +dozen years and the beard made a lot of difference, but not near all. +When I'd left him, he was only a boy, a boy all the way +through,—looks, words, actions; while now he was a man an' a sizey one +at that. It ain't years alone that make any such change. I knew in a +minute that Jim had been through something that was mighty near too +narrow to get through. "Well," sez I, "what's the story?" +</P> + +<P> +"You put me on my feet, Happy," sez he, "an' after you left I just kept +on goin'. I tended to my stuff, an' I improved it an' I took on new +ranges, an' I made it go, I sure made it go. Then the Exporters Cattle +Company got after me. My range was needed to fill a gap between two o' +their ranges, an' they tried to make me sell. +</P> + +<P> +"I didn't want to sell, I was makin' money an' I was layin' it up; and +I wasn't ready to stop workin' at my age, so I fought back. I didn't +stand any show. There's a bunch o' these big companies that are all the +same, under different names, an' they fought me on the ground an' on +the railroads, an' at the stock yards; they tried to turn my men again +me; they had my stuff run onto their range, an' then tried to prevent +my gettin' it back. I didn't mind their open warfare; but their +underhanded ways drove me wild. One o' their agents used to dog me +around every time I'd go to town. He'd grin an' ask me if I wasn't +ready to sell out YET. I finally closed out the cattle, an' started to +raise only horses. One night my three thorough-bred stallions had their +throats cut, an' then next time I went to town he came in when I was +eatin' my supper, grinnin' as usual, an' asked me if I thought raisin' +hosses would pay. +</P> + +<P> +"I knew what his game was an' tried my best to hold in, but I couldn't +help tellin' him that I didn't suppose it would pay quite so well as +hirin' out to murder hosses would. This was enough for him; he called +me everything he could lay tongue to, and when I rose to my feet he +pulled his gun. The other men in the room were beginnin' to sneer at +me, but I knew the consequences, and started to leave. He grabbed me by +the shoulder an' whirled me around. 'Git down on your knees,' he sez, +'an' 'pologize to me.' +</P> + +<P> +"That was my limit. My cup was nearly full of coffee, an' I dashed the +coffee in his face, hoping to get hold of his gun. But he jumped back +an' fired. He missed me, an' I hit him in the center of the forehead +with the coffee cup. It was big an' heavy, and it—killed him. This was +just what the bunch wanted; but in spite of their precautions I got +away, came north, and got into another business; but that didn't suit +either; so here I am, with the worst gang in this country achin' to get +track o' me." +</P> + +<P> +"How long ago was this, Jim?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Call me Dick," sez he. "It was about four years ago now. I leased my +land for more'n enough to pay taxes, but I suppose it will all blow up +sometime, an' they'll get me in the end." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't suppose the' 's any way to go back an' square it, is there?" +sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Hell, no!" he sez, bitter as death. "They own Texas." +</P> + +<P> +"Haven't you any friends there who would swear it was self-defense?" +sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I've got plenty of friends there—that's how I got away; but they +don't dare to fight that cattle crowd in the open," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Looks purty bad," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"It's rotten bad!" sez he. "But this is business all right. Whenever I +hear any one talk about the morals of business it drives me wild. The' +ain't any morals in business. The best it ever is, is straight +gamblin'—I say the BEST it ever is, is straight gamblin'"—Jim's voice +was gritty with wrath—"while at the worst," he went on, "it stoops to +murder, wholesale and retail, it ruins homes, it manufactures thieves +an' perjurers an'—" +</P> + +<P> +"You remind me of a feller named Fergoson," sez I. "He said that at the +best, business was stealin'." +</P> + +<P> +"I like him," sez Jim, or I suppose I better say Dick. "I like him. You +couldn't fool him with a lot o' pleasant names for things. He dealt in +the spirit of a deed. I like him." +</P> + +<P> +It wasn't much peculiar that I hadn't recognized the boy. As he talked, +I could see the caged tiger glarin' out through his eyes, an' I knew +that something wild would happen if the bars ever broke. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm mighty sorry, Dick," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I ain't through with 'em yet. I'm not clear out of the game. You +don't need to think 'at they've broke me," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I wasn't thinkin' o' you," I said in a low tone. +</P> + +<P> +He drew in his breath, an' the noise he made was half way between a sob +an' a groan. "My God!" he said between set teeth. "Do you think that I +haven't carried that cross also? But I've changed a lot in five years, +an' they won't think of me at the Diamond Dot. Happy, I've got a scheme +for organizin' the cattlemen o' the Northwest to fight that Texas crowd +an' whip 'em out o' the business. I know the game from A to Z, an' if I +can just work it through without comin' out in the open I can beat 'em." +</P> + +<P> +"Mebbe," sez I, "but it's exposin' her to a mighty big risk." +</P> + +<P> +"I'll never do that, whatever happens," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"As long as this Texas crime hangs over you, it hangs over her too," +sez I, "an' as soon as your fight gets under way they'll turn your +record inside out, an' you know it." +</P> + +<P> +He gripped his hands together an' punched a hole in the ground with his +heel, an' you could tell by his face that he was mighty sorry he +couldn't have picked out the face he'd have liked to have under his +heel instead of the ground. Finally he put his hand on my shoulder an' +sez, "Well, Happy, you allus did have the gift of hittin' the nail on +the head; an' I'll promise that no matter what comes up, I won't do +anything to risk the happiness of—of Barbie. You just remember to keep +on callin' me Dick, an' I reckon I'll be content to let the revenge +part go, an' just settle down with my head under cover. They didn't +remember me in the Chicago stock yards, an' you didn't recognize me; so +I suppose it's safe enough, if I just keep quiet." +</P> + +<P> +We shook hands, an' he went back to the house; but I could easy see +that he was troubled. I stayed out with the stars purty late that +night. It was clear an' bright an' peaceful when I looked up, but when +I tried to look ahead it seemed misty an' dark an' gloomy, so I looked +straight up for a long, long time; an' then when they soothed me, as +they allus do, I went to bed an' slept like a log. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap22"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +A FRIENDLY GAME +</H3> + +<P> +About three days after this, a slick lookin' feller came ridin' in +about sun-down, an' of course they booked him for supper an' bed; a +stranger didn't want to expose himself to a meal at that outfit, less'n +he was in the mood to eat. He was a fine easy talker, an' he had indoor +hands too, an' one o' these smiles what is made to order; what you +might call a candidate's smile—a sort o' lightin' up in honor o' the +person bein' addressed. Barbie had a bit of a headache, 'cause her +cinch had broke that mornin' while she was havin' a little argument +with a bad-actor; an' about eight o'clock she give us the fare-you-well +an' fluttered up to bed. +</P> + +<P> +So the four of us—me, Dick, the stranger, an' ol' Jabez—sat there +smokin' seegars an' tellin' anecdotes. About nine Piker, which was the +name the stranger had handed in, sez, "Do you gentlemen ever indulge in +a little friendly game?" +</P> + +<P> +Now Dick had never throwed a card in his life, to my knowin'. The ol' +man used to play some, but he was mighty choicy who he played with; +while I—well, o' course, I played. Dick didn't say anything at first, +but he give the stranger a long an' a curious look, as though he was +tryin' to place him. He looked so long that both me an' the ol' man +noticed it. "I don't care to play," sez Dick, blowin' a ring o' smoke +to the ceilin'. +</P> + +<P> +The ol' man had been trottin' along without a break for a consid'able +of a stretch, an' the proposition looked amply sufficient to him, so he +sez pleasantly, "Well, now, boys, it wouldn't be a bad way to spend the +evenin'. We could make the stakes small an' we could have a right +sociable time together." +</P> + +<P> +'Tain't altogether wise to jump hasty at another man's idee of size. I +had seen the ol' man sit in a game where steers was the ante an' +car-loads the limit; but at that time I thought I knew just a little +wee mite more about the game than any other man what played straight, +so I sez, "Well, I'll set in a while; but I don't care to lose more'n a +hundred dollars"; which was just what I'd saved out for a little +vacation I was ruminatin' about. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, we'll only play a quarter ante an' five dollar limit," sez Jabez. +"Come on, boys, clear the table an' let's get started." +</P> + +<P> +Dick didn't seem to want to play at all, but after the ol' man had +coaxed him a little he drew up his chair an' we started in. The old +man's deck was purty tol'able careworn an' floppy, an' the stranger +sez, "I happen to have a couple o' new decks what have never been +opened. We'll open one in honor o' the occasion." +</P> + +<P> +"This deck is good enough," sez Dick, an' he spoke purty harsh. As me +an' the ol' man looked up, our glances met an' we showed surprise. Dick +wasn't a bit like himself; but the stranger didn't take no offense, he +just smiled a bit careless an' put his cards on the stand, sayin, +"Well, I'll just leave 'em here handy, an' if we decide to use 'em +later we can open 'em up. For my part, I like a new deck." +</P> + +<P> +"So do I," sez the ol' man. "I'm sorry mine are so bum. I meant to send +for some new ones a long time ago, but I allus forgot it." +</P> + +<P> +The stranger took out a healthy lookin' stack o' gold, Dick an' Jabez +did the same, an' my little squad o' yella fellers looked purty +tol'able squeezy. Dick was tremendous sober; his face was pale, his +eyes were hid away beneath his brows, an' kept dartin' here an' there +like the eyes of a hawk. Now for me, I allus have a curious promonition +when anything is goin' to happen, an' I began to have it bad. +</P> + +<P> +Still the longer we played the easier Dick got in his ways, an' purty +soon he was smilin' as open-faced as a dollar watch. We played along +nice an' gentle; my luck arrived early, an purty soon the yella fellers +begun to percalate in my direction. About half-past ten Piker had to +dig up some more funds, an' he sez, "It's gettin' kind o' late, boys, +let's raise the edge a bit. Hawkins there has had all the luck so far, +an' when it changes we ought to have a show to get back our riskin's." +</P> + +<P> +"All right," sez Jabez, "we'll double." +</P> + +<P> +"The stakes suit me all right," sez Dick. "In fact, I'd ruther split +'em." +</P> + +<P> +I was feelin' purty consid'able opulent myself, so I voted to double. +</P> + +<P> +"Three to one," sez Piker, "the stakes are doubled." +</P> + +<P> +"The original agreement can't be changed durin' a game without the +unanimous consent of all the players," sez Dick, speakin' like a judge; +"but as the rest of you wish it, I'll give mine." +</P> + +<P> +From that on the luck shifted. Two or three times I see a queer look +steal across the ol' man's face; but everything was out in the open, as +far as I could see. I played even Steven; but the wind shifted plumb +away from Jabez, an' he lost steady. Part of the time Dick corraled the +pots, an' part of the time me an' Piker provided shelter for 'em: but +no matter who won, the ol' man lost. +</P> + +<P> +Twice he frowned purty serious, an' once I caught him givin' Dick a +queer hurt look. The ol' man hadn't a drop o' welcher blood in his +make-up; but cheatin' was spelled in mighty red letters to 'im. Dick +was smilin' now as sweet as a girl baby, an' makin' funny, joshin' +remarks, which was a new turn for him; but at the same time the' was +somethin' in his face that wasn't altogether pleasant. +</P> + +<P> +When midnight arrived Dick an' Piker was each about two thousand ahead, +I was slidin' back to taw, an' the old man was payin' the fiddler. We +had doubled the edge again at eleven, an' were usin' both the strange +decks, changin' every few deals. Then the luck began to settle to Dick. +Two out of three times on his own deals, an' every single time on +Piker's deals, the devidends slid into Dick's coffers, while I was +growin' resigned to havin' had a good run for my money. Jabez' face was +drawn an' worried, which was queer, 'cause he was allus a royal loser. +</P> + +<P> +At last we had built up a four-story jack-pot, an' every feller's face +wore the take-off-your-hat-to-me smile. It was Dick's deal an' we all +held three cards except Jabez who had furnished openers. He only +wintered through a pair, but after he looked at his draw he settled +back to enjoy himself. I held three kings an' a brace o trays. It +looked to me as if that jack-pot belonged to Happy Hawkins. The +peculiar expression had wore off Jabez' face, an' his eyes had a glad +glint in 'em. I was only in for my table stakes, so I didn't make much +of a noise, nohow; but the other three kept boostin' her up till it +begun to look like a man's game all right. +</P> + +<P> +"If you'll excuse the limit, I'd like to show my appreciation of this +little hand by bettin' a hundred on it," sez Piker. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm willin'," sez Jabez, "an' if it goes, why, I'll see your +appreciation an' raise you five hundred." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't have any more vote," sez I, "just enjoy yourselves." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, no, Happy," sez Dick, as serious as a hangman; "no matter if we +raise the edge every hand, you must vote on it each time. We must be +perfectly regular, you know, because this is merely a friendly little +game to pass away the evening, you remember. I shall make no +objections." +</P> + +<P> +Jabez had slid deep into his chair, an' now he had a fierce scowl on +his face. "That was MY toe you was a-pressin'," he sez, lookin' Piker +between the eyes. +</P> + +<P> +"I beg your pardon," sez Piker, laughin' easy; "I thought it was +Silv—I mean Whittington's. I wanted him to keep still until after this +hand was out. Then I'll be willin' to quit or go back to the old limit, +or keep right along with the lid off." +</P> + +<P> +I glanced at Dick; an' talk about jerk-lightnin'! Well, I can't see yet +what kept Piker from gettin' scorched; but Jabez was in a good humor +again from lookin' at his royalty, so he turns to Dick an' sez, "Now, +Dick, Piker's company, you know, an' I reckon we'd better humor him. +What do you say?" +</P> + +<P> +"Off goes the lid," sez Dick. +</P> + +<P> +They bet around awhile longer until nearly all of Dick's money was in +the pot an' Jabez had a neat little pile of checks representin' him. +Then Dick bet his balance an' called. We all laid down with a satisfied +grin. Jabez had queens full on jacks, Piker had three bullets an' a +team o' ten-spots; Dick had a royal straight flush, an' I had a nervous +chill. Three aristocratic fulls an' a royal straight! Nobody spoke, an' +the money stayed where it was, in the center of the table. Finally the +of man sez, makin' an effort to speak cordial, "Well, I've had enough +for one evenin', I guess I'll quit." +</P> + +<P> +"Now, boys," sez Dick, in a low, husky voice, "I don't believe in +gamblin'. I only went into this to be sociable, an' I want you all to +take your money back." +</P> + +<P> +We sat an' looked at Dick with our eyes poppin' out, 'cause that wasn't +our way o' playin' the game in that neighborhood. Suddenly the ol' man +whirled an' glared at Piker. "What the hell do you mean by pressin' my +toe?" he growls between his set teeth. "This is the fourth time you've +done it to-night." +</P> + +<P> +Piker seemed confused, an' mumbled an' stammered, an' couldn't hardly +speak at all. "It ain't my custom to play with strangers," sez Jabez, +an' he was fast gettin' into the dangerous stage, "but you are my +guest. I won't take my money back, but if Dick is willin', I'll write +him a check for yours an' you can take your condemned filthy gold an' +get out o' here." +</P> + +<P> +"I ain't askin' my money back," sez Piker. "I'm game, I am; but I can't +savvy this scheme o' dividin' up after the game." He paused a second, +an' then sez clear an' distinct, "This ain't exactly the way 'at Silver +Dick used to play the game when he made a business of it." +</P> + +<P> +Piker leaned back an' stared at Dick in a sneerin' sort of way; while +me an' the ol' man stared at him with our eyes poppin' out. Silver +Dick, Silver Dick: every one in the West had heard of Silver Dick. It +didn't seem possible; but as me an' Jabez sat gazin' at him, we knew +'at our Dick was Silver Dick the gambler, an' the smoothest article, +accordin' to reports, 'at ever threw a card. Dick didn't say a word; +just sat there with his face pale as a sheet, an' his glitterin' black +eyes dartin' flame at Piker's nasty grin. +</P> + +<P> +"I see you don't recognize me with a full beard," sez Piker; "but down +at Laramie they called me Jo Denton. It was my cousin, Big Brown, that +you shot." +</P> + +<P> +"Do you happen to know what I shot him for?" Dick's face was as hard as +marble, an' his voice was as cold as ice. +</P> + +<P> +"I wasn't there at the time," sez Piker in an irritatin' voice, "but I +know that it was because he spoke about it bein' a little peculiar that +you held such wonderful good hands on your own deal." +</P> + +<P> +Dick didn't make no reply, but he slipped his hand inside his shirt, +an' I knew he had his gun there. +</P> + +<P> +"I say that this was the EXCUSE for your shootin';" Piker went on, bent +on gettin' all the trouble the' was; "but I allus believed, myself, +that it started over the woman you was keepin'." +</P> + +<P> +Dick's gun flashed in the air; but quick as a wink ol' Cast Steel +knocked it up with his right hand, an' struck at Dick with his left. +The bullet crashed through the ceiling, an' Dick grabbed Jabez' wrist +at the same instant. Piker made a quick snap under the table, a gun +went off, an' the bullet tore through the slack o' Dick's vest an' +spinged into the wall behind him. +</P> + +<P> +Then I kicked off my hobbles an' sailed in on my own hook. Dick had +allus been white to me—an' back in the old days he was the squarest +feller on earth—so I felt mightly relieved when I caught Piker in the +center of the forehead with a full left swing. It was a blow 'at nobody +didn't have no grounds to complain of. The chair flew over backwards, +Piker's feet made a lovely circle, an' his head tried to insinuate +itself into the mopboard. He remained quiet, an' I started in to +satisfy my curiosity. +</P> + +<P> +"Stay where you are," commanded Dick, an' I stuck in my tracks. "No man +is allowed to doubt my deal without havin' something to remind him of +it. I ain't a-goin' to kill that snake now; but I do intend to remove +his trigger fingers." +</P> + +<P> +Dick still held Jabez by a peculiar twist in the wrist 'at made the ol' +man wince a little; he held his gun ready, an' calmly sized up Piker's +hand, which was flattened out again the wall. I stood where I was, an' +the room was so quiet it hurt your ears. +</P> + +<P> +A grin of wolfish joy came into Dick's face as he stood there with his +gun back of his head an' his thumb on the hammer—of course he was a +snap-shooter—these nervous fellers allus are. It seemed as if we had +all been in that same position for ages, when suddenly a voice said, +"Why, Dad, what's the matter?" +</P> + +<P> +It was Barbie with her hair all rumpled up an' a loose gray wrapper on. +Dick dropped his hands to his side an' turned his face away; while +Jabez put his arm about her an' told her that we had had a little +mix-up but that it was all over now an' she must go back to bed. She +reared up an' vetoed the motion without parley; but the ol' man finally +convinced her, an' she agreed to go if we'd promise not to stir up any +more trouble. Me an' Jabez promised quick, but Dick never said a word. +She looked him in the face mighty beseechful, but he wouldn't look at +her; an' when he finally promised not to START any more fuss his voice +was so low you could hardly hear him. +</P> + +<P> +She was pale as a ghost, an' Dick's voice made her all the more +suspicious. "I'll not go one step," she said at last, sinkin' down in a +chair; but Dick walked over to her an' asked her to step into the next +room with him a minute. They only talked together a few moments, an' +then we heard her give a stifled sob an' go back upstairs. I never see +such a change as had come over Jabez. His face was drawn an' haggard +like the face of a man lost in the desert without water. +</P> + +<P> +The time had come at last when another man stood between his +daughter—his greatest treasure on earth—an' himself. I remembered +what Friar Tuck had said about the time comin' when she'd be all girl +an' would stand before him with the questions of life in her eyes, an' +I pitied him, God knows I pitied him. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap23"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CAST STEEL +</H3> + +<P> +Jabez had got the rope on himself when Dick came back, an' he spoke to +him in the voice of a father sayin' farewell to the son who had gone +wrong once too often. "I don't care nothin' about the money, Dick," he +said. "You'd 'a' been welcome to all I had; but I can't forgive you +about my little girl. You made her love you, you schemed to do it, an' +you came here with that end in view. I trusted you from the ground up, +but I can see a heap o' things now 'at I wouldn't see before. I had a +letter written from Bill Andrews tellin' me 'at he had heard you brag +'at you intended to get holt o' my money, an' that it would pay me to +search you instead o' suspectin' him—" +</P> + +<P> +"Where was the letter from?" asked Dick. +</P> + +<P> +"Laramie," sez the ol' man. +</P> + +<P> +"Kind o' curious," sez Dick, an' his vice was as bitter as the dregs o' +sin; "that's where Denton came from too." +</P> + +<P> +"You deceived me all along," sez the ol' man, not payin' much heed to +Dick, but speakin' mostly to himself. "You know 'at what I hate worse'n +anything else is deceit—an' here you've been fast an' loose with +women—" Dick tried to say somethin', but the ol' man stopped him. +"That was bad enough," he went on, "but I'm no fool; I know the world, +an' I could forgive you a good deal; but hang it, I never could forgive +you bein' a professional gambler—a man that lives by deceit an' +trickery an' false pretenses. Lookin' back now, it strikes me as bein' +mighty curious how you got the best o' Piker's deals too. Was Piker or +Denton, or whatever his name is, a gambler too?" +</P> + +<P> +"He was," answered Dick in a low tone. +</P> + +<P> +The ol' man squared himself, an' his face was as fierce as the face of +an ol' she bear. "Of all the human snakes I ever heard of, you crawl +the closest to the ground. You come here an' act as square as a man can +until you have made us all think the world of ya; an' yet in your black +heart you were all the time plottin' to get my money, usin' my little +girl as a burglar would use a bar to open a safe with. Even then you +couldn't wait in patience; your inborn cussedness forced you to steal +an' cheat—and yet, boy, I could almost forgive you for deceivin' me, +but I can't never forgive you for deceivin' my little girl. You stand +there with a gun in your hand an' I stand here with none; you brag 'at +no man can't doubt your dealin' without havin' cause to remember it; +but I tell you to your teeth that you're a sneak an' a cheat an' a +low-grade coward." +</P> + +<P> +Dick stood with his head thrown back an' his left hand clenched, while +his right gripped the butt of his gun so fierce that the knuckles stood +out white as chalk an' the veins was black an' swollen. His bosom was +heavin', his teeth showed in a threatenin' white line, an' all the +savage th' was in him was cryin' kill, kill, kill! +</P> + +<P> +He tottered a little when he took a step toward Jabez; but he laid the +gun on the table with the butt pointin' towards Jabez, an' then he went +back to the wall an' folded his arms. He stood lookin' at Jabez for a +moment, an' then he sez slow an' soft an' creepy: "Every word you have +said from start to finish is a lie; and you yourself are a liar." +</P> + +<P> +The ol' man choked. He loosened the collar around his neck, fairly +gaspin' for breath; an' then he grabbed up the gun an' held it ready to +drop on Dick's heart. A curious expression came over Dick as he looked +into Jabez' face; a tired, heart-achy smile as though he'd be so glad +to be all through with it that he wouldn't care a great deal how it was +done. Ol' Cast Steel was livin' up to his name if ever a man did. The' +wasn't a sign of anger in his face by this time, nothin' but one grim +purpose, an' it was horrid. It looked like a plain case o' suicide on +Dick's part, an' I was just makin' up my mind whether or not it would +be polite to interfere, when the door opened noiselessly an' Barbie +stood in the openin'. +</P> + +<P> +She seemed turned to stone for a second, an' then she gave a spring an' +grabbed the ol' man's arm. "Jabez Judson, what are you doin'?" she +said, an' the' wasn't much blood relation in her tone. +</P> + +<P> +The ol' man lowered his gun an' sank into a chair, while Barbie stood +with her hands on her hips an' looked from one to the other of us. Then +it would be the time for our eyes to hit the carpet. "Now I want to +know the meanin' o' this," sez she, "an' I want the full truth. This is +nice doin's over a game o' cards. I wish I had thought to set up a bar, +so you'd all felt a little more at home. What's it about?" +</P> + +<P> +We didn't none of us seem to have a great deal to say, but just stood +there lookin' foolish. Finally Dick came out of it an' sez, "I have +been accused of cheatin' an' lyin' an' stealin'. The circumstantial +evidence is all again me, so I shall have to go away, but you remember +all I told you out in the other room—an' on our rides across the +plain, an' on our walks in the moonlight; an' Barbie, girl, don't you +believe a word of it. +</P> + +<P> +"Good-bye, Happy—I know you an' you know me. Jabez Judson, I know it +ain't no use to attempt any explanation; but I give you my word of +honor—an' I set just as much store by it as any man in all the +world—that I never stacked a deck o' cards in my life, an' I never +held a single underhanded thought again you; while as for Barbie—well, +Barbie knows. Good-bye." +</P> + +<P> +Dick turned on his heel an' stalked out o' the room, Barbie dropped +into a chair sobbin', an' me an' the old man continued to look like the +genuine guilty parties. Then it occurred to me that mebbe it would be +wise to see if Piker was worth botherin' with. First thing I did though +was to see where he had helt his gun when he fired beneath the table. +The' wasn't no gun on the floor, an' I couldn't nowise savvy it. +</P> + +<P> +He had one gun in his holster, but he couldn't have pulled it out +without bein' seen, an' he couldn't have put it back, nohow. I was +plumb mystified, an' had about give it up when I came across it. I own +up it was a clever dodge, but snakish to an extreme. He had fashioned a +rig just above his knee, an' when he had sat down the gun had been +pointin' at Dick all through the game, an' nothin' but Jabez makin' +Dick move had saved him. It was a blood-thirsty scheme, an' I felt like +stampin' his face into a jelly. +</P> + +<P> +His head was still bent over an' he was black in the face; but when I +straightened him out an' soused a lot o' water over him, he came out of +it, an' I fair itched to make him eat his gun—knee-riggin' an' all! He +sat up an' began to tell what a low-down, sneakin' cuss Dick had allus +been. I let him sing a couple o' verses, an' then I sez: "Now, you look +here, you slimy spider. Dick's too busy just now to attend to your case +an' if you don't swaller them few remarks instant I'll be obliged to +prepare you for the coroner myself. I've knowed Dick sometime, an' I've +knowed several other men; an' I know enough to know that such a +dust-eatin' lizard as you never could know enough to know what such a +man as Dick was thinkin' out or plannin' to do. An' furthermore, you're +a liar in your heart, an' still further more, I don't like your face; +an' one other furthermore—the longer I look at you the madder I get! +My advice to you, an' I give it in the name o' peace an' sobriety, an' +because the' 's a lady present, is to start right now to a more +salubrious climate—you an' your knee-gun an' your black lies an' your +marked decks. Do you hear what I say? Are you goin' to go?" +</P> + +<P> +I was surely losin' my temper; the' was a blood taste in my throat, an' +when I asked him the question I kicked him gently in the chest, just to +let him know 'at I was ready for his verdict. +</P> + +<P> +He was a coward. He just lunched himself away from me on his back an' +whined somethin' about only tryin' to show us the truth an' not wantin' +any trouble, an' a lot o' such foolishness; but I soon wearied of it, +an' grabbed him by the collar an' yanked him to his feet, an' sez, "Now +answer me one question—who told you that Dick was here?" +</P> + +<P> +"Bill Andrews," he sez; an' I opened the door an' kicked him through +it: but in a minute back he comes, cringin' like a cur. "Don't send me +away until after I see what direction Silver takes," he whimpered. "He +never forgives; He'll kill me if he sees me; let me stay until after he +starts." +</P> + +<P> +I laughed. "Why, you fool you," I sez, "if he SHOULD happen to ruin you +beyond repair you don't imagine any one would put on mournin' do ya? +But if it's goin' to make your mind any easier I stand ready to give +you a written guarantee 'at he won't use any knee-gun to do it with. +Now you get; I'm strainin' myself to keep from spoilin' you on my own +hook." +</P> + +<P> +I was in an advanced state of bein' exasperated, an' I walked up to him +intendin' to brand him a few with the butt of his own gun, when Barbie +spoke low an' cold, but in a voice fairly jagged with scorn: "Let the +creature alone; I don't want Dick to soil his boots." Barbie's voice +had lost its college finish, an' she was in the mood to do a little +shootin' herself just then. +</P> + +<P> +Dick finished his packin' in short order, an' went out an' saddled his +pony an' rode away toward Danders an' Laramie. We all set like +corpse-watchers for half an hour longer, an' then Jabez straightened up +an' sez to Piker; "Take your money out o' that pot an' never get caught +in this neighborhood again. Your partner started toward Laramie; when +you see him tell him I'll send the full amount o' the pot to him as +soon as he sends me his address. You can also tell him that I'll kill +him if he ever sets foot on this ranch again." +</P> + +<P> +Barbie was standin' at the window lookin' out into the moonlight which +had swallered up the best part of her world. When Jabez finished +speakin' she turned around an' looked at Piker. "I can't figger out +just whose dog-robber yon are," she sez; "but next time you go gunnin' +for Silver Dick—you better take the whole gang with you." +</P> + +<P> +It fair hurt me to see Barbie's face, so hard it was an' so different +from the real Barbie: but it warmed my heart to hear the way she made +that Silver Dick ring out. Oh, she was a thoroughbred every inch of +her, that girl was. Piker didn't say a word; he just picked up his coin +an' walked out o' the room, an' I raised up the window an' drew a deep +breath. The blame pole-cat had managed to slip out an' saddle his pony +about supper time, an' in a second he dashed away toward Webb Station, +mighty thankful in his nasty little heart that he wasn't bound for +hell, where he rightly belonged. +</P> + +<P> +"Did you ever know Dick before he came here, Happy?" asked Barbie. +</P> + +<P> +"I swear to heaven that I never knew that our Dick was Silver Dick +until this very night," sez I; "but I'd be willing to stake my life on +his word, an' I'd take it again the word of any other livin' man—bar +none." +</P> + +<P> +"Thank you, Happy. Good-night." She held her head high as she walked +out o' the room; but I knew that livin' serpents was tearin' at her +heart. +</P> + +<P> +Ol' Cast Steel sat for an hour, his chin on his hands an' his elbows on +the table, lookin' at the pile of money an' checks on the table before +him. +</P> + +<P> +"Gold, gold, gold!" he mutters at last; "it builds the churches an' the +schoolhouses an' the homes; an' it fills the jails and the insane +asylums an' hell itself. It drives brother to murder brother, an' +neither love nor friendship is proof against its curse. It starves +those who scorn it, while those who pay out their souls for it find +themselves sinking, sinking, sinking in its hideous quicksand until at +last it closes above their mad screams. God! if I only had my life to +live over!" +</P> + +<P> +That was just the way he said it, deep an' hoarse an' coning between +his set teeth; an' I felt the hair raisin' on my head. He looked like a +lost soul, an' the whites of his eyes showed in ghastly rings around +the pupils. +</P> + +<P> +"You take this rubbish, Happy," sez he, turnin' on me. "You're too much +like the birds an' the beasts for it to ever injure you. Take it an' +spend it—drink it, throw it away, burn it up, destroy it, an' when it +is gone come back here an' live in the open again an' you'll never be +far from the spirit of God." +</P> + +<P> +Well, I knew it was ol' Cast Steel who was speakin', but it was mighty +hard to believe it. "I don't mean no disrespect to you, Jabez," I sez, +edgin' toward the door, "but I'll see you damned first." An' I slid +outside an' straddled a pony an' rode till the dawn wind blew all the +fever out of me an' let the sunshine in. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap24"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +FEMININE LOGIC +</H3> + +<P> +Well, the Diamond Dot was sure a dismal dump after that. Every one had +liked Dick; but they didn't know how much until he was snuffed out like +the flame of a candle. The ol' man had me make a stagger at fillin' +Dick's shoes; but it wasn't what a truthful man would call a coal-ossal +success. Dick had left a lot of directions, tellin' how to judge the +markets an' how to make improvements without feelin' the cost, an' a +dozen other things that. I had allus supposed was simply a mixture o' +luck an' Providence; but it wasn't in my line to figger things out on +paper. Give me the actual cattle an' I could nurse 'em along through +sand-storm an' blizzard, an' round 'em up in the President's back yard; +but at that time they didn't signify much to me when they was corraled +up on a sheet of paper. When it cane to action I was as prepossessed as +a clerk at a pie counter; but I didn't have the slightest symptom of +what they call the legal mind. +</P> + +<P> +The' wouldn't much 'a' come of it; but one day Barbie came out of her +daze an' walked into the office where I was sweatin' over some of +Dick's prognostications, stuck a pencil behind her ear, an' waded into +'em; an' from that on I took off my hat to a college edication. Dick +may have been on the queer all right, but he was smooth enough to hide +it. Anyhow, ol' man Judson's bank account was a heap plumper'n it was +when Dick had his first whack at it, an' Dick had drawn a mighty +stately salery himself. But he earned it, for the ranch was in strictly +modern order an' runnin' on a passenger schedule. +</P> + +<P> +It allus gave me a hurtin' in the chest to see either Barbie or the ol' +man himself those days. The' was a set look in Barbie's eyes; cold an' +unflinchin' an' defiant. I once saw the same expression in the eyes of +a trapped mountain lion. The ol' man's face was all plowed up too. He +reminded me of an Injun up to Port Bridger. A Shoshone he was from the +Wind River country, an' he had the look of an eagle; but he got a holt +of some alcohol an' upset a kettle o' boilin' grease on himself. He +lived for eight days with part of his bones stickin' through, but never +givin' a groan; an' I ain't got the look of his face out o' my system +yet. Jabez reminded me of it a heap: an' he was just about as noisy +over it too. I never supposed that the Diamond Dot could get to lookin' +so much like a desert island to me. I got to feelin' like one who had +been sent up for life, an' I would sure have made a break for freedom +if it hadn't been for the little girl. I couldn't bear to leave her. +</P> + +<P> +One of the saddest things I ever see in my whole life was the +difference between the way she an' Jabez acted an' the way they used +to. I've heard preachers beseech their victims to live in peace an' +harmony together, an' not to quarrel or complain; an' right at the time +it didn't sound so empty an' mockish; but when you come to boil it down +the' ain't nothin' in that theory. Why, I'd seen the ol' man hunt +Barbie all forenoon just to pick a quarrel with her; an' they would +fuss an' stew an' revile each other an' keep it up all through dinner; +an' then go off in the afternoon an' scrap from wire to wire; but they +was enjoyin' themselves fine, an' addin' to their stock of what is +called mutual respect. Every time one of 'em would land it would cheer +him up an' put the other one on his mettle; an' they certainly did get +more comfort an' brotherly love out of it than most folks does out of a +prayer-meetin'; but after Dick went away the' wasn't no more quarrels. +No, they was as differential as a pair of Japanese ambassadors; an' she +never called him Dad again—never once! an' I could see him +a-hunngerin' for it with the look in his eyes a young cow has when she +is huntin' for the little wet calf the coyotes has beat her to. It was +allus, "Yes, sir," or "No, sir," until I could almost hear the ol' +man's heart a-breakin' in his breast. +</P> + +<P> +She never complained none, Barbie didn't. She plowed through her work +as though it was goin' to bring him back to her; an' when she couldn't +think of anything else to do she would tramp off to the hills or ride +like the wind over the roughest roads she could find. Time an' again +she wouldn't be able to sleep, but would steal out o' the house, an' we +could hear her guitar sobbin' an' wailin of in the night; but if Barbie +herself ever shed a tear it never left a mark on her cheek nor put a +glaze to her eye. +</P> + +<P> +The' was one knoll not far from the house which commanded the view a +long way toward Danders in one direction, an' a long way toward Webb +Station in another, an' she spent about ten minutes each evenin' on +this knoll. Oh, it used to hurt, it used to hurt, to see that purty +little light-hearted creature makin' her fight all alone, an' never +lettin' another livin' bein' come within hailin' distance. At times it +was all I could do to keep from goin' gunnin' for Dick myself. +</P> + +<P> +Once she sez to me, "Happy, if any mail comes to me I want to get it +myself, an' I want you to see that I do get it." +</P> + +<P> +"Barbie," sez I, "as far as my feeble power goes you'll get your mail; +an' if it happens to involve any other male—why, from this on, I'm +under your orders." She was grateful all right, an' tried to smile, but +it was a purty successful failure. +</P> + +<P> +Soon the winter settled down an' the snow blotted out the trails, but +she never heard from him. The ol' man had wrote to the postmaster at +Laramie, an' he had answered that Dick had allus played fair accordin' +to the best o' his belief. He went on to say that Dick was generally +counted about the best citizen they had; but that after he had shut Big +Brown he had pulled out an' no one knew where he was. He said 'at Brown +hadn't died, which was a cause for sorrow to the whole town. He also +said that Denton would be a disgrace to coyote parents. He furthermore +went on to state that Dick still owned quite a little property in +Laramie. The old man showed me an' Barbie the letter; but it didn't +help much. +</P> + +<P> +When Thanksgivin' hove in sight the ol' man dug up a bottle o' whiskey, +an' put on a few ruffles to sort o' stiffen up his back; an' one day +after dinner he sez to Barbie, "Now you just stay settin'." She was in +the habit of estimatin' just how little nurishment it would take to run +her to the next feed, gettin' it into her in the shortest possible +time, an' then makin' a streak for it. +</P> + +<P> +"Now, little girl," sez Jabez, tryin' to look joyous an' free from +care, "you are leadin' too sober a life. I want to see you happy again. +I want to see you laughin' about the house, like you used to. Can't you +sort o' liven up a little?" +</P> + +<P> +"I might," sez she, with the first sneer I ever see her use on the ol' +man, "I might, if you'd give me the rest o' the bottle you got your own +gaiety out of." +</P> + +<P> +Cast Steel's face turned as red as a brick, an' his fist doubled up. +"That's a sample o' your idee of respect, is it? You're gettin' too +infernal biggoty. Now you pay attention. I want to have a little +gatherin' here Thanks-givin'. Will you, or will you not, see that the +arrangements are attended to?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, sir," sez Barbie, lookin' down at her plate. "How many guests +will the' be?" +</P> + +<P> +"Well, how can I tell?" sez Jabez. "Can you get ready for twenty?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, sir," answers Barbie, never liftin' her eyes. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, sir; yes, sir; yes, sir!" yells the of man. "I get everlastin' +tired o' your 'yes, sirs.' Am I or am I not your ol' Dad?" +</P> + +<P> +"If you prefer, I can call you father," sez she, like she was talkin' +to the moon through a telephone. "Dad is not correct English; it is a +kalowquism." +</P> + +<P> +This was allus like a pail o' water to the ol' man. Nothin' stung him +any worse than to have her peel a couple o' layers off her edication +an' chuck 'em at him. +</P> + +<P> +"Do you know what is apt to happen if you keep on pesterin' me?" he +sez, glarin' at her. "Do you think 'at you're too big to be whipped?" +</P> + +<P> +She raised her eyes an' looked at him then. Poor feller, he could 'a' +torn his tongue out by the roots the minute it was guilty o' that fool +speech; but she didn't spare him. She let him have the full effect o' +that look, an' he seemed to shrivel up. "I reckon you're big enough to +whip me—once," she said; "but I'm of age, an' I'm mighty sure 'at that +would be the finishin' touch 'at would break the bonds what seem to +hold me to this house. I probably have bad blood o' some kind in me; +but I'm not so ill-favored but what I can find a man to go along with +me when I do conclude to go." She looked at me, an' the ol' man looked +at me, an' I felt like a red-hot stove; but I straightened back in my +chair, an' I cleared my throat. "I ain't no mind-reader," sez I, "but +I'm bettin' on that same card." +</P> + +<P> +The ol' man couldn't think up a come-back; so in about a minute he +pushed back his chair, upsettin' it an' lettin' it lay where it fell. +He went up to his room, slammin' the door after him, an' Barbie got out +a pony an' galloped off to the hills. +</P> + +<P> +But the ol' man hadn't give up his project. He opened it again, an' was +mighty crafty in the way he handled it, until finally he engineered it +through. The' was purt' nigh forty of 'em who arrived to make merry +over Thanksgivin'. Some of 'em came the day before, an' some of 'em two +days before, an' some didn't arrive till the day itself, 'cause they +had lived such a ways. The' was four women an' three unmarried ladies, +countin' Miss Wiggins, the Spike Crick schoolmarm, who was a friendly +little thing, though a shade too coltish for her years. Most o' the men +was still liable to matrimony. +</P> + +<P> +Jabez had an idee in his head, an' it didn't take no ferret to nose it +out, neither. He was extra cordial to the store-keeper from Webb +Station, an' a young Englishman by the name o' Hawthorn, finally +settlin' down to Hawthorn an' playin' him wide open. We had a mighty +sociable time, an' whenever we wasn't eatin' we played games. Barbie +did just exactly what of Cast Steel played her to do. She was too +red-blooded to let an outsider see 'at she'd been bad hurt; so she +brazened up an' laughed an' danced an' sang, an' showed 'em games they +hadn't never dreamt of before. +</P> + +<P> +Most of 'em went home by Sunday night, but Hawthorn was prevailed upon +to stay a week longer. He had a little ranch up in the hills, an' +seemed a well-meanin' sort of a feller, but slow. He belonged to the +show-me club, an' had all his facical muscles spiked fast for fear +they'd come loose an' grin before he saw the point himself. +</P> + +<P> +Barbie see through the ol' man's lead, an' she took her revenge out on +Hawthorn. She would lean forward an' hold his eye, an' say, in the +sweetest voice you ever heard, "Oh. Mr. Hawthorn, I want to tell you +somethin' that happened at school;" an' then she would start in an' +tell some long-winded tale 'at didn't have no more point than a mush +room, an' as she told along she would call his attention to certain +details as though they was goin' to figger in at the wind-up. When she +would reach the end she would break out in a peal o' spontunious +laughter; while he would look as if he had been lost in the heart of a +great city without his name-plate on. Still, he had a certain breedy +look about him, an' before the week was up she grew ashamed of her-self +an' showed him a good time. +</P> + +<P> +He was one o' these sad ones—sentimental an' romantic, with a bad case +o' chronic lonesomeness; an' one twilight he told her a pathetic little +love story about a girl back in England what had had sense enough to +cut him out of her assets when he had trooped over to this country to +punch a fortune out o' beef cattle. This had been about five years +previous; but his heart still ached about it—though it hadn't cut his +appetite so you could notice. She treated him mighty gentle after this, +an' when he started to ride away Jabez had the look of a man what had +filled his hand. +</P> + +<P> +In about a week he came over an' stayed for a couple o' days, an' he +showed up at Christmas too; an' about once a week after that he'd drop +in an' stay four or five days. Early in March he paid a visit to his +own ranch to ready things up for spring, an' the day after he was gone +Jabez sez to Barbie at dinner, "Now, Mr Hawthorn is a gentle man. He +asked me for the honor of winnin' your hand in holy wedlock; an' I have +give my consent." +</P> + +<P> +Barbie went along eatin' her meal, an' purty soon Jabez sez, "Well, did +you hear what I had to say?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, certainly I did," sez Barbie, calmly. +</P> + +<P> +"What have you got to say about it?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, nothin' in particular," sez she. "It was very polite in him to +ask, an' very kind in you to give your consent; but I can't see as it +interests me much. I can't see that he has any show of winnin' the +hand. I promised that once, an' I ain't never got the promise back." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," snaps Jabez, "an' who did you promise it to? To a sneak who +didn't care a pin for you but was only after my money. If he was honest +why didn't he ask me, the same as Hawthorn did?" +</P> + +<P> +"Of course I can't tell for sure," sez she, without raisin' her voice +or changin' her expression, "but I thought at the time that it was the +hand itself he wanted, an' not merely permission to set an' wish for +it. In this life a man generally gets what he asks for. Dick got the +hand." +</P> + +<P> +"Seems to set a heap o' store by it," sez the ol' man, edgin' up his +voice cruel an' tantalizin'. "Where's this Dick now; when did you last +hear from this winner of hands?" +</P> + +<P> +It was a fierce stab, an' Barbie went white as a sheet; but she faced +him cool an' steady. "I ain't never heard from him since the day he +left; but I trust him just the same. The hand will be his when he +chooses to claim it; or if he never comes back at all—why the hand +will still be his." +</P> + +<P> +Cast Steel got on his hind legs an' struck the table till every dish on +it jumped, an' I rose a bit myself; but Barbie only curled her little +red lip. "Curse him," sez the ol' man, "curse him, wherever he is an' +wherever he goes. He has ruined my life an' he has ruined yours; an' if +he ever steps foot on this ranch again, I'll—" +</P> + +<P> +"Stop!" sez Barbie, springin' to her feet. "You give me more sadness +every day I live than Dick has altogether; but for pity's sake don't +bind yourself by a threat. Wait till he comes back, an' be free to meet +him like a man, not like a thug pledged to murder." +</P> + +<P> +"What do you know about him?" sez the ol' man, sittin' down. "For all +you know, he may be robbin' trains for a livin'. It would be right in +his line." +</P> + +<P> +"For all I know, robbin' trains was where you got your start," sez +Barbie; an' the of man's face turned gray an' his eyes stuck out like +picture nails. He wasn't used to gettin' it quite so unpolluted, an' it +gave him a nasty jar. +</P> + +<P> +"How do you know 'at he ain't livin' with the woman he kept over at +Laramie?" sez Jabez, tryin' to get the whip hand again. "How do you +know he ain't married?" +</P> + +<P> +"An' how do I know 'at you ever was married—" she stopped short, +bitin' her lip an' turnin' red with shame. "I know it's well nigh +hopeless to plead with a natural bully," she sez in a new tone; "but I +do wish 'at you'd let me alone. You're destroyin' my respect for +everything. I can't stand this much longer. If I can't live here in +peace I'll have to hunt a new place to live; but as long as I do stay +here you will have to act like a man—even if you can't act like a +father. I think that in the future I shall take my meals alone." +</P> + +<P> +"I do want to act like a father, little girl. That's what I want most +of all. If you would only go back to the old times, if you would only +get this sneak out of your head"—Jabez had started in gentle an' +repentent, but the minute he thought of Dick again he flared out white +with rage—"an' you might just as well get him out of your head, 'cause +he's the same as dead to you. I hate him! I hate every sneak; an' I +hate every lie—spoken or lived, I hate a lie!" +</P> + +<P> +The ol' man leaned forward, shaking with anger, an' Barbie got up like +a queen an' walked out o' the room as though she was steppin' on the +necks of the airy-stockracy. She went to the office, an' after a couple +o' minutes I follered her, expectin' to cheer her up a bit; but she +wasn't mournin' none; she was workin' like a steam engine, with her +face cold an' white except for a little patch o' red in each cheek; an' +when she raised her eyes to mine I knew 'at the ol' man had gone a link +too far. +</P> + +<P> +After me and Barbie had taken up Dick's work we had divided his wages, +an' she had a nice little roll of her own corded away. I didn't ask no +questions, but it was plain as day that she had jerked up her tie-rope; +an' the next time Cast Steel used the spurs he was goin' to be dumped +off an' she was goin' to flit the trail for Never-again. I didn't blame +her a mite; an' though I didn't pester her with queries nor smother her +with advice nor sicken her with consolation nor madden her with pity, I +did give her the man-to-man look, an' she knew 'at all she had to do +was to issue orders. +</P> + +<P> +It was that very afternoon that she started to correctin' my talk an' +stimulatin' my ambition, an' tellin' me about it never bein' too late +to mend; an' while I couldn't quite decide just what she was drivin' at +I saw that when she found she couldn't trust her cinches any longer we +was both goin' to jump together. About five o'clock she put her hand on +my shoulder an' sez: "We've been mighty good pals, Happy Hawkins; an' +while you ain't parlor-broke nor city-wise, any time 'at anybody counts +on you they don't have to count over." +</P> + +<P> +She walked softly out o' the office, an' I sat until it was long after +dark. I couldn't believe 'at she was desperate enough to marry me; I +could see the gulf between us plain enough, an' the higher you are the +plainer you can see the difference; but I could see that unless Jabez +changed his ways, why, the oldest man the' was couldn't tell how far +Barbie would go. I didn't think a bit of myself, I can say that much; +all I looked at was what would make her the happiest, an' she was +welcome to take my life any way she wanted. If she chose to drag it out +for fifty years, or if she selected that I cash it in the next hour, my +only regret would be that I hadn't but one life to give her. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap25"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE WAYS OF WOMANKIND +</H3> + +<P> +Things went along purty much the same after that; but I could see 'at +the ol' man sensed a new tone in things, an' he begun to look agey. He +was still gallin' on Barbie, but I couldn't help but feel mighty sorry +for him. He had paid all them years 'at she was away at school, out o' +the joy of his own heart, lookin' for his pay in the time when she'd +come back an' be his chum again, an' here they was with a wall of ice +between 'em an' nairy a lovin' glance to melt it down. +</P> + +<P> +The' come a warm spell toward the last o' the month; an' one evenin' +just as we was finishin' supper we heard a cry o' distress in a man's +voice—an' the cry sounded like "Barbie!" I reckon all our hearts stood +still, an' I reckon we all thought exactly the same thing. In about a +minute the cry came again, an' the ol' man jumped to his feet an' +pulled his gun. "If that's Silver Dick," sez he, "I'll kill him." +</P> + +<P> +Barbie had also sprung up, an' she looked him square in the eyes. "If +you harm a hair of his head I'll—I'll do some shootin' myself." +</P> + +<P> +She pulled a little gun out of her bosom, an' we all stood quiet for a +moment. It was easy to see 'at she wasn't bluffin': but I'm purty sure +that Jabez an' I had different idees as to what she meant. Jabez +thought she meant him self; but he hadn't got the name o' Cast Steel +for nothin', an' a sort of a grim smile crept onto his face. We stood +still for a moment, an' then we went out together, an' before long we +heard the sound again—a long, waverin', ghostly call in the gatherin' +twilight. +</P> + +<P> +We hurried along, an' purty soon we saw a man lyin' across the trail. +The ol' man held his gun in his hand, an' so did Barbie, while I walked +a step behind doin' a heap o' thinkin'. If the ol' man killed Dick, +Barbie would shoot herself; if any one stopped the ol' man that one +would take on weight exceedin' fast, unless he crippled the of man +first. I finally made up my mind that I would try to overpower the ol' +man without hurtin' him, an' ol' Cast Steel was built like a grizzly. I +didn't enjoy that walk as much as some I've took. When we got close to +the figger lyin' in the trail we all walked a little crouchy. It looked +quite a little like Dick; but when we saw it wasn't nothin' but that +fool Hawthorn with a busted leg, we three looked like the reception +committee of the Foolish Society. +</P> + +<P> +I hustled back an' got Hanson an' a couple o' the boys and an ol' door, +an' we fetched him home an' put him to bed an' sent for the doctor—an' +that was the worst luck that ever happened to ol' Dick. You know how a +woman is with anything hurt or sick; they're the same the world over. A +right strickly wise married man would have everything broke except his +pocket-book, an' then he'd be sure o' lots of pettin'. They allus want +to spoil a feller when he's on the flat of his back. When he's walkin' +around on his own feet all he needs to do is to express a desire, an' +they vetoe it on general principles, an' after they've talked +themselves dry they send out an' get the preacher to finish the job; +but when that same vile speciment of masculine humanity gets some of +his runnin' gear damaged, why they bed him on rose leaves, feed him on +honey, an', good or bad, they give him whatever he wants. This +particular feller wanted Barbie, an' Barbie was mighty gentle with him. +</P> + +<P> +Sometimes it seems to me that the only men who can understand a woman +are the men who work a lot with the dumb creatures. Take an animal now, +wild or tame, an' it hates to confess a weakness; it'll just go on head +up an' eyes flashin' till it drops in its tracks—so will a woman. Take +the fiercest female animal the' is, an' it's all mother on the inside. +Why, they're everlastin'ly adoptin' somethin' 'at don't rightly belong +to 'em. Sometimes they go to work an' adopt a little straggler that in +a regular way is their daily food; an' it ain't no step-mother affair +neither, it 's the real thing. +</P> + +<P> +The wild animals are the best to study, 'cause the tame ones have been +some spoiled by associatin' with man. Well, the wild animals spend all +their spare time dressin' up an' cleanin' their clothes, an' when it +ain't absolutely necessary they hate to get a toe wet; but when it +comes to love or duty, why fire, water, nor the fear o' man ain't goin' +to stop 'em; so again I sez 'at the man what can savvy the wild animals +can get purty nigh within hailin' distance of woman, an' that's gettin' +close; but you want to remember this, no animal never tells the truth +to an outsider. The principle part o' their life is spent in throwin' +folks off their trail, an' they allus make their lairs in the most +secret places. If a feller ever gets to know 'em even a little he has +to be mighty patient an' mighty careful, an' above all things, he +mustn't never get the idee that he knows every last thing about 'em +the' is to know, 'cause no man never knows that. Some men try to +estimate a woman by their own earthy way o' doin' things. 'T would be +just as reasonable for a man who was purty wise to the ways of a +pug-dog to get inflated with the idee that he had a natural talent for +hivin' grizzly bears. +</P> + +<P> +But to get back to my tale: this Englishman had fallen on his feet all +right, even if the connection to one of 'em was busted up a bit. I was +around 'em a good bit, bein' forced to consult with Barbie about +things, an' I was able to piece out the method he was usin'. He wasn't +such a fool as he looked, by consid'able many rods. He talked a heap +about the sacrifice he had made for the girl back in England, an' how +much he had loved her an' how much Barbie had comforted him, although +even yet he could not forget her. Once Barbie asked him what her name +was. For a moment he didn't answer, an' then he sez in a low voice, +Alice LeMoyne. I lifted my face quick an' gave him a look, but he +wasn't noticin' me. I didn't say anything; but I couldn't help +wonderin' if this Alice LeMoyne had anything to do with the dancer what +had married into the Clarenden family, an' then died. It was an odd +name, but still I didn't reckon the' was a patent on it. +</P> + +<P> +Finally I could tell by their talk that Barbie had told him about Dick, +an' then I knew the jig was about up. He allus spoke o' Dick in a +gentle, soothin' way, makin' every excuse for him; an' this made her +think him a noble-minded feller! an' the most natural outcome was for +'m to just bunch their woes an' cling together for comfort. She allus +used to sit by his side in the twilight, singin' sorrowful love songs +to him, an' once I caught him holdin' her hand. You see she was just +naturally hungry for somethin' to pet an' care for; luck offered a +spavined Englishman, an' she was tryin' to make the best of it. +</P> + +<P> +Jabez savvied this to the queen's taste, an' he got gentle an' lovin' +to Barbie, an' did all he could to square himself; so that poor old +Dick wasn't much more'n a memory, which is one o' the complications +absence is apt to cause after it gets tired o' makin' the heart grow +fonder. +</P> + +<P> +But hang it, I didn't like this Englishman more than the law required. +The' didn't seem to be much harm to him; but he had washy eyes, an' he +was too blame oily an' gentle. I never heard him swear all through it, +an' it ain't natural for a real man to stand on his back for eight +weeks without havin' a little molten lava slop over into his +conversation. It was all I could do to keep from stickin' a pin into +him. +</P> + +<P> +"Barbie," I sez one day, as innocent as an Injun, "I over-heard our +honored guest tell you that a girl by the name of Alice LeMoyne put a +crack in his heart over the water." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," sez she, with a sigh. +</P> + +<P> +"It don't seem to be a popular name," sez I. "I've met lots o' women +who wasn't called Alice LeMoyne." +</P> + +<P> +"It is probably French," sez she. +</P> + +<P> +"It does sound like a circus, that's a fact," sez I. "Well, you break +it to him gently that Alice LeMoyne is dead. Don't ask me any +questions, but do be careful not to shock him, he seems purty high +strung." +</P> + +<P> +You might as well use sarcasm on a steer as on a woman; Barbie went up +to Hawthorn with her eyes full o' pity, while I waited below an' made +up pictures o' the crockadile tears he'd pump up for her. All of a +sudden she gave a shriek. I hit the stairs, goin' forty miles an hour, +an' there was Barbie with her hands clasped, lookin' down at the +Englishman. +</P> + +<P> +Well, he was enough to make a snake shriek. He was layin' there with +his head jerked back, his eyes wide open an' pointin' inwards, an' +lookin' altogether like the ancient corpse of a strangled cat. His +hands was doubled up tight, an' the' was a little froth on his lips. +I'd never seen nothing like that before, so I threw some water in his +face. That's about all the rule I know for any one who is missin' cogs, +an' I poured enough water on him to please a duck. He didn't respond +for some several minutes, an' when he did come out of it he looked +loose all over. I helped Barbie get some dry stuff under him, an' then +I went down, wonderin' what kind o' dynamite for him they'd been in +that name I'd sent up. +</P> + +<P> +I tried to convince Barbie that his wires were all mixed up an' he +wasn't healthy; but she argued that it showed a loyal nature to be so +affected by mention of his old sweet-heart, an' tried to pump me for +where I had picked up the name. It looked too much like a chance shot +to me; as this guy had only been among us a few years, an' I gathered +from Bill Hammersly that the Alice LeMoyne I was springin' had +journeyed on, some several years earlier. +</P> + +<P> +But the Englishman continued to repose on his bed o' down, Barbie read +to him, cooked little tid-bits for him, an' he opened up his nature an' +gave a new shine to his eyes; while Jabez—well, Jabez was buoyant as a +balloon, an' sent here an' there for nick-hacks an' jim-cracks an' such +like luxuries. He got to callin' Hawthorn "Clarence" an' "my boy," an' +kindry epithets, till even a casual stranger would 'a' knowed the' was +a roarin' in the ol' man's head like a chime o' weddin' bells. +</P> + +<P> +Hawthorn was able to crutch around a bit by the first o' May; it was an +early season, an' the' was a great harvest o' calves at the round-up. I +was in work up to my eyes, an' sort o' lost track of the doin's except +when Barbie would have the buckboard hooked up an' come out to the +brandin' ground. The weather was glorious, an' you couldn't have blamed +an Injun idol for fallin' in love, so I lost heart an' was two-thirds +mad nine-tenths o' the time. +</P> + +<P> +Jabez had had a hard siege of it an' it showed. His face was lined, his +hair was white at the temples, an' the' was a wistful look in his eyes +which was mighty touchy. Barbie was more chummy with him too, an' they +was edgin' back to ol' times; but I was darn glad to see Hawthorn +finally admit that he was sufficiently recovered to drive over an' see +what had become of his own lay-out. +</P> + +<P> +The very first meal that we et alone, however, showed that the old sore +wasn't plumb healed over yet. Jabez couldn't wait any longer, so he +called for a show-down as soon as our food began to catch up with our +appetite. "Has Clarence popped the question yet, honey?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"About twice a day on the average," sez Barbie, chillin' up a trifle; +"but I don't think he stands much chance. I like him an' he is kind an' +good; but I don't reckon I could ever marry him." +</P> + +<P> +The ol' man didn't flare up, same as he would have once. He just sat +still, lookin' at his plate, an' that was the hardest blow he had ever +struck her. She asked me twice that afternoon if I thought he was +failin'. +</P> + +<P> +Next day at dinner Jabez finished his rations, an' then leaned back an' +looked lovin'ly at Barbie for a minute. "Little girl," he sez, "I know +'at you don't like to hurt me intentional; but you have give me a +mighty sight of heartaches in my time. I have allus aimed to do what +seemed best for you, an' it has generally been a hard job. I haven't +complained much; but I'm gettin' old, child, I'm gettin' old. It's not +for myself, Barbie, it's all for you, for you an' for—for the mother +you never knew; but who made me promise to watch over an' protect ya. I +can't speak of her, Barbie; but when I meet her out yonder I want to be +able to tell her that as far as I was able I've done my part. +</P> + +<P> +"This Dick has been gone a year, an' never a word to ya to let you know +even whether he's alive or not. This ain't love, honey; he was only +after my money. Now Clarence is honest an' open; why can't you take up +with him, so 'at if I'd be called sudden I could go in peace. It would +mean a lot to me to see you in good hands, honey. I'm afraid 'at +Dick'll wait until I'm gone, an' then come snoopin' around, like a +coyote sneakin' into camp when the hunters are away. Don't answer me +now, child; just think it over careful. I've generally let you have +your own way, but I do wish you'd give in to me this time." +</P> + +<P> +Was Jabez failin'—was he? Well, not so you could notice it! Course he +wasn't quite so physically able as once; but I never saw him put up a +toppier mental exhibition than he did right then. Barbie didn't have a +word to say that afternoon until about five o'clock. Then she suddenly +looked up from some reports we was goin' over, an' sez, "Happy, if you +had gone away from me like Dick did, what would be the only thing what +would have kept you from comin' back to me?" +</P> + +<P> +"By God, nothin' but death!" sez I, without stoppin' to think. +</P> + +<P> +The color rushed to her cheeks as if I had slapped her; an' then it +oozed away, leavin' her white as chalk, while I bit my lip an' pinched +myself somethin' hearty. I had wanted to compliment her I suppose, if +I'd had any motive at all; but what I had done, when you come to look +it square in the teeth, was to ask her to cut an ace out of a deck with +nothin' left higher than a six spot. I ain't what you would call +inventionative; but I could 'a' done a blame sight better'n that if I'd +taken the time to think, instead o' simply blurtin' out the truth like +some fool amateur. +</P> + +<P> +"Well," sez she, finally, "Dick was twice the man you are, so he must +be—dead." +</P> + +<P> +We didn't say anything for some time. Vanity ain't like a mill-store +about my neck; but at the same time, whenever any one plugs me in the +face with an aged cabbage, I allus like to make a some little +acknowledgment. Of course I knew that she was handin' me one for my +fool break; but she did it in cold blood, an' if it hadn't been for her +bein' so stewed up in trouble, I'd have made her furnish some +specifications to back up that remark. Twice is a good many, but I let +it go. +</P> + +<P> +She sat lost in study for a while, an' then said, mostly to herself, "I +reckon I might as well take him"—my heart popped up in my mouth till I +liked to have gagged, but she went on—"he's honest an' kind, an' he's +been true a long time to his first love. I hope he'll stay true to her +after we're married; I know I'll stay true to mine"—then I knew she +meant that fool Englishman. "Anyway, father has been good to me," she +continued, "an' I don't set enough store by my own life to risk +spoilin' his." +</P> + +<P> +"I suppose that mis-shapen stray from the other side is twice the man I +am, too," sez I. She put her hand on mine an' sez in a tired voice, +"Ah, Happy, you've been my staff so far through the valley, don't you +slip out from under me too"; so I swallered hard a couple o' times an' +let it go. +</P> + +<P> +She sat still a long while, lookin' out the window an' up to the of +gray mountains; and as I watched her with her lips tremblin, an' her +eyes misty, with courage winnin' a battle over pain, I saw the woman +lines of her face steal forth an' bury the last traces o' girlhood. +After a time she sez softly, "Poor ol' Dick, I wonder how it happened"; +but never one tear got by her eyelids—never one single tear. +</P> + +<P> +From that on it was plain sailin'. Barbie didn't put up any more fight +to either of 'em. She told 'em open an' fair that she would never in +the world have consented if she had thought that Dick was still alive; +but if they was willin' to take what part of her heart was left why +they was welcome to it. Jabez was pleased at any kind of a compromise +'at would give him his own way, an' Clarence, poor dear, wasn't a proud +lot. The flesh-pots of Egypt was about all the arguments needed to win +his vote, confound him. I used to give him some sneerin' glances what +would 'a' put fight into the heart of a ring-dove; but he was resigned +an' submissive; so 'at I had to swaller my tongue when I saw him +comin', for fear I might tell him my opinion of him an' then stamp his +life out for not bein' insulted. +</P> + +<P> +The first of November was selected for the weddin' day; an' Jabez told +'em 'at his present would be a trip to Europe an' a half interest in +the ranch. Clarence sort o' perked up his face when Jabez told him +about it; an' I thought he was goin' to suggest that they cut out the +trip to Europe an' take the whole o' the ranch. I had the makin's of a +good many cyclones in my system those days. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap26"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +A MODERN KNIGHT-ERRANT +</H3> + +<P> +I was lonesome once. I don't mean simply willin' to sit in a game, or +to join a friendly little booze competition, or feelin' a sort of +inward desire to mingle about with some o' the old boys an' see who +could remember the biggest tales—I mean LONESOME,—the real +rib-strainin' article when a man sits in a limpy little heap with his +tongue hangin' out, a-wishin' that a flea-bit coyote would saunter +along, slap him on the back, an' call him friens. +</P> + +<P> +I was out in No-man's land with just a small bunch o' mangy cows, an' +the grass so scarce I purt' nigh had to get 'em shod—they had to +travel so far in makin' a meal. It was hot an' it was dusty an' it was +dry—the whole earth seemed to reek. My victuals got moldy an' soft an' +sticky, my appetite laid down an' refused to go another peg; 'I was +just simply dyin' o' thirst, an' every single drop o' water we came +across had a breath like the dyin' gasp of a coal-oil stove, expirin' +for a couple o' fingers o' the stuff they float universities in. +</P> + +<P> +Now I'd allus supposed that the' wasn't anything left to tell me about +bein' lonesome; but when it was finally settled that Barbie was to +waste herself on that imported imitation of a hand-made mechanical toy, +I found out that heretofore I'd been only dealin' in childish +delusions. The whole Diamond Dot seemed to rest right on top o' my +soul: the air didn't smell sweet, I got so I'd lie awake at night, food +grew so fearless it could look me right in the face without flinchin'; +but one night I saw Merry England with his arm around Barbie's waist, +an' that settled it. By the time I had regained my self-control, I was +twenty miles from the ranch, an' I knew that if I went back it would be +to make arrangements for the last sad obsequaries of Clarence the +Comforter. +</P> + +<P> +I had about three hundred bucks in my belt, so I wended my way to +Danders an' sneaked aboard the East-bound without attractin' the notice +of ol' Mrs. Fate or any o' the rest o' the Danders bunch. I got out at +Laramie, an' they all knew Dick an' was proud of him an' eager to learn +what had become of him. One thing else I found out, an' that was that +he had been keepin' a woman all right, an' that she was livin' there +yet; but never went out without a heavy veil, an' the' wasn't any way +short o' physical force to get to speak to her. +</P> + +<P> +I figured out that Dick wouldn't care to go back to Texas, so the +chances were that he was either in San Francisco or England. I didn't +know anything about England, so I went to Frisco. I prowled around for +a couple o' days exactly like a story-detective; an' by jinks, I turned +up a clew. That feller, Piker, was the clew, an' when I spied him in a +low gamblin' room I made some little stir until I got him alone so I +could talk to him. I hadn't hurt him none; but I had been tol'able +firm, an' he was minded to speak the truth. He told me that Dick was in +the Texas Penitentiary for life—that he had surrendered himself up, +an' that this was what had give him life instead of the rope. +</P> + +<P> +I knew the gang what had put him there, an' I knew that his chances for +gettin' out were about as good as if he was in his grave. I was stumped +an' I knew it; so I sez to Piker: "Piker, you may think that I'm allus +as gentle as I've been with you; but if this ain't the truth you've +told me I'll get your life if I have to track you bare-footed through +hell." +</P> + +<P> +He swore by everything he could remember that it was the solemn truth, +an' then I turned him loose an' I turned myself loose too. The boys +down at Frisco was certainly glad to see me, an' we sure had a royal +good time as long as my money lasted; but when it began to dry up they +seemed to lose interest in me an' had a heap o' private business to +attend to. +</P> + +<P> +One mornin' I noticed that I was dead broke; so I drilled down to the +dock an' sat on a post. Pretty soon along comes a little fat man, an' +he looks me over from nose to toe. I don't know why it is, but as a +rule a city man takes as open-hearted an' disembarrassed an interest in +me as though I was a prize punkin' or the father of a new breed o' beef +cattle. After he had made up his opinion he smiles into my eyes an' +sez, "I like your face." +</P> + +<P> +"You soothe me," sez I. "I was just thinkin' o' havin' it remodelled; +but now I'll leave it just as it is." +</P> + +<P> +Well, he laughs an' slaps me on the back an' sez, "I like your style. +Want to take a ride?" +</P> + +<P> +"What on?" sez I, for he seemed purty blocky an' fat-legged for a +ridin' man. +</P> + +<P> +"On that there sailboat," sez he, pointin' to a thing about the size of +a flat-iron with a knittin'-needle stickin' out of it. I give a little +think, an' I sez: "To tell you the gospel truth, Bud, I ain't never +been on a sailboat in my life; but I'm game to play her one whirl if +you'll just wait until I get my breakfast." +</P> + +<P> +"How long will it take?" sez he. "Deuced if I know," sez I. "I've been +waitin' hereabout two hours already an' the' ain't none showed up yet." +</P> + +<P> +"Why don't you go to a restaurant?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I thank you kindly for the suggestion," sez I; "but the same brilliant +idee occurred to me a little over two hours ago, an' all my +finger-nails is wore to the quick tryin' to scratch up enough change." +</P> + +<P> +He studied my face a moment, then he chuckled up a laugh, an' scooted +over to an eatin'-house, comin' back with a lot o' stuff an' some +coffee. Then we got into the boat an' begun to sail. Oh, it certainly +was grand! By the time I had made it up with my stomach we were out on +the Pacific Ocean, an' I felt like Christopher Columbus. +</P> + +<P> +Enjoy myself? Well. I guess I did! I felt like a boy with copper-toed +boots an' a toy balloon. Then things began to churn up wild an' +furious. Fatty said that Pacific meant mild an' peaceful—the darned, +sarcastic, little liar! The storm that was presently kazooin' along was +fierce an' horrible, an' that dinky little soap-bubble cut up +scand'lous. +</P> + +<P> +We went jumpin' an' slidin' ahead, tilted away over on one side, but +Fatty never turned a hair; he said it was nothin' but a capful o' wind, +an' he sat in the back end o' the boat with a little stick in his hand, +hummin' tunes an' havin' the time of his life; but give me a bunch of +blizzard-scared long-horns for mine. +</P> + +<P> +I never knowed a boat was so human. This one bucked an' kicked an' +reared up an' tried to fall over on its back, the same as a mustang; +while I held on with my teeth an' wondered if it was a put-up job. Then +I began to feel as though I had partakin' of a balloon. I gritted my +teeth an' swallered hot water constant; but it wasn't no use; purty +soon that beautiful breakfast began to fight its way to liberty. Layer +after layer, up it came; an' all the while mebbe I wasn't feelin' like +a tender-foot, with that fat little cuss puffin' his pipe in the back +seat, as happy as a toad. +</P> + +<P> +After a bit he looks at me purty sympathetic like, an' sez, "You seem +to have a weak stomach." +</P> + +<P> +"Weak?" I yells. "Weak! why you doggone son of a pirate, it kicks like +a shotgun every time it goes off. Weak!" +</P> + +<P> +We stayed out on our pleasure trip the best part of the day, me layin' +with what used to be my head jammed under the front seat, while my +liver chased my stomach up an' down my backbone, tryin' to squeeze out +a few more crumbs o' that breakfast. You can believe me or not; but +when noon came that double dyed villain got out the grub an' began to +eat—even goin' so far as to ask me to join him. A hog wouldn't 'a' +done it. We came back; about five o'clock, an' by the time we reached +the landin' place I was feelin' fine. An' hungry— Say! +</P> + +<P> +When we got upon the platform an' started to walk up-town Fatty sez to +me, "What are you goin' to do to kill time now?" +</P> + +<P> +"Time?" sez I. "Well, now, I dunno as I feel any inborn hankerin' to +slaughter time; but if the game laws ain't in force I wouldn't mind +flushin' up a covey of fat young ham sandwidges." +</P> + +<P> +"You're a funny cuss," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I am," sez I; "an' I hope I won't come sudden in front of a +lookin'-glass. A good hearty laugh just now would be purty apt to +puncture my stomach—it's jammed up so tight again my backbone." +</P> + +<P> +"You don't seem to like this community," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know," sez I. "It's been a mighty long time since I tasted it; +but I have an idy that I'd enjoy some served hot with a couple o' +porterhouse steaks smothered in cornbeef hash an' about three pints o' +coffee." +</P> + +<P> +He chuckled up another laugh, an sez, "If you had a good job here would +you be apt to settle?" +</P> + +<P> +"Settle?" sez I. "You needn't worry much about that; I'm no tight-wad. +When it comes my turn to settle I generally fish up a handful an' say, +'Here, take it out o' that an' keep the change.'" +</P> + +<P> +He looked at me a minute without speakin', an' then he said, as though +he was thinkin' aloud, "You seem to be mighty well set up." +</P> + +<P> +I was hurt at this. "Your ticket entitles you to one more guess," sez +I. "Any time anybody got set up in my company since I struck town the +bartender allus managed to sneak me the checks without gettin' caught +at it. The' must 'a' been a cold snap here, an' all the easy spenders +got froze up." +</P> + +<P> +"No, I mean you're wonderful well built," sez he. "Kin you ride a hoss?" +</P> + +<P> +"I can," sez I, "if he's kind an' gentle, an' I manage to get a good +grip on the saddle horn, an' he don't start to lopin' or somethin' like +that." +</P> + +<P> +"Do you know what a knight is?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," sez I, "I do when I'm home; but since I've been here I ain't +wasted none of 'em in sleep, so I ain't right certain." +</P> + +<P> +"No, I don't mean that kind," sez he. "I mean the soldiers of long ago +who used to wear steel armor an' fight with spears an' rescue maidens +an' so forth. I believe I can get you a job at it for a month or so, at +three dollars a day." +</P> + +<P> +"Now look here, Bud," sez I, "them three dollars look mighty enticin' +to me, an' I ain't no objection to rescuin' the maidens; but I move we +cut out the steel armor an' the spears. If the' 's any great amount o' +maidens in need o' rescuin', I could do the job a heap quicker with my +six-shooters." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I don't mean to be a real knight," sez he. "I want you to +advertise tobacco." +</P> + +<P> +"Say," sez I, "perhaps you never noticed it; but after you've been +livin' on air for some time you get so you can't tell whether it's +yourself or the other feller what's crazy. I came down to this town +because my appetite was clogged up an' wouldn't work; but I'm cured. +I'm the most infernally cured individual you ever set eyes on, an' I'm +goin' back where food ain't too blame proud to be seen in company with +a poor man." +</P> + +<P> +Well, I broke through his crust that time, an' we sidled into a +feed-joint, where I pried my ribs apart while he un folded his plot. It +seemed the' was a brand of chewin' tobacco what had one o' these here +knights on the tag, an' I was to dress up like the picture an' +advertise it. The man who was to do it had sprained his ankle, an' +Fatty's brother was huntin' up a new man. Fatty said he'd get me the +job. +</P> + +<P> +Well, he did, an' next mornin' I started out in a tin suit with a sort +of kettle turned upside down an' covered with feathers for a sky-piece. +I certainly made an imposin' sight, an' all I had to do was to ride +around an' fling little plugs o' tobacco out o' my saddle-bags. But +the' was draw-backs. The' generally is. +</P> + +<P> +Take the real native-son brand of Friscoite, an' he'll tell you 'at +Frisco an' Paradise are sunonomous. I used to like to argue 'em out +about it. One day I had a thirty-third degree one pointin' his finger +in my eye an' beatin' his palm with his fist, an' spreadin' himself +somethin' gorgeous. He never curbed his jubilization nor altered the +heavy seriousness of his expression; but in the most matter-of-fact way +in the world he backs over to the door-jamb an' begins to polish it up +with his spinal column. If ya'll notice you'll find most o' the coats +in that locality has curious little streaks up the back—but it ain't +polite to ask questions about 'em. +</P> + +<P> +"Look here, Bud," sez I, interruptin', "I know all about your golden +gates an' sea lions an' cosmopopilic civilization; but how about your +fleas?" +</P> + +<P> +"Fleas!" sez he. "Hang the fleas! I'll tell you about them. The devil +He tried an experiment; he wanted a place so fine to live in that man +wouldn't have no inducement to try to get to heaven; so he studied all +the cities an' the towns—an' then he made Frisco. The experiment +worked to perfection; everybody what lived there was perfectly +satisfied, an' the preachers couldn't make 'em believe 'at any place +could be any better. But the good Lord, he was powerful fond o' the +Friscoites, so he finally figgered out the little red flea—an' then +even Frisco had a drawback; not enough to give the town anything of a +black eye; just enough to leave one little talkin'-point in favor of +everlastin' bliss." +</P> + +<P> +Well, these here fleas was consid'able of a talkin'-point with me all +right when I was takin' the part of a canned knight. They used to +congregate together in the valley between my shoulder-blades, an' I'd +get off an' back up again a lamp-post, but it wa'n't no use. I couldn't +reach 'em, an' the' ain't no way on earth to scare 'em. Finally I hit +upon a plan of wearin' a couple o' feet o' chain down the back o' my +neck an' givin' it a jerk now an' again. It was only just moderately +comfortable; but I had the satisfaction of knowin' that it was more of +a bother to them than it was to me. A suit of armor ain't no tenement +house, it's only meant for one. But when they got on my face they had +me beat. I'd forget all about bein' sealed up, an' I'd take a smash at +one an' bat the kettle over again my forehead until I had both eyebrows +knocked out o' line. +</P> + +<P> +I carried a spear with a little flag on it, an' rode a hoss built like +a barrel. He had been in the brewery business all his life an' looked +the part. About the only item in the whole parade that put me in mind +of myself was my lariat. I smuggled that along for company, an' so I'd +have somethin' to work with, provided anything turned up. +</P> + +<P> +Fatty had give me a book called "Ivanhoe" the night before I started +out, an' it was full o' pictures about knights knockin' each other +about with spears; an' I bet a hat it was fun to be a real one an' not +have no tobacco to advertise, but just nothin' to do except jab each +other with spears. I reckon a corkin' good one like Ivanhoe himself or +the Black Knight got more 'an three a day for it too; but the one best +bet is, that the vigilance committee those days didn't take on much +superfluous fat. +</P> + +<P> +I enjoyed myself first rate, an' upset a couple o' delivery wagons +because they wouldn't make way for me, roped a runaway steer 'at had +the whole town scared, an' chased a flat-head clear into the Palace +Hotel for throwin' a pear at me. Fatty's brother confided to him that I +was the best advertisement they'd ever had. +</P> + +<P> +Still I allus get weary o' doin' the same sort o' thing day after day. +That's what gets me about livin' in town; it's so blame monotonous. Out +on the range now a feller can allus be expectin' a little excitement +even if he ain't enjoyin' it right at the time; but in town it's just +the same thing over an' over again. It's bad enough at any time; but if +you want to soak yourself plumb full o' the horrors of a great city you +want to wear a tin suit with an iron kettle strapped on your head that +you can't take off without help. I got so blame disgusted drinkin' +steam beer through a straw that if any one would 'a' dared me I'd 'a' +signed the pledge. +</P> + +<P> +If it hadn't been for the children I'd probably got hysterical an' been +voted into the uncurable ward; but they thought I was the finest thing +out, an' I used to give 'em little plugs o' tobacco for souvynears. I +used to read "Ivanhoe" at night an' tell stories to the kids the next +day. Some o' them thought I was a fairy godmother; an' I generally had +such a gang troopin' after me that we looked like an orphan asylum out +for an airin'. I allus did like children. +</P> + +<P> +Well, one day I was out at the foot o' the hill neighbor-hood on Sutter +Street. A lot o' cars was blockaded, an' a herd o' kids stood lookin' +on. I stopped an' talked to 'em, an' the' was one little girl, just for +all the world like another little girl I used to know, away back yonder +in Indiana. She had the same confidin' smile an' the same big, wide +open eyes; an' I felt a sort o' lump in my throat when she looked at +me. She had that same queer little look that Barbie'd had when she was +a child too. Her mother was named Maggie, which also happened to be the +name o' the little girl I had known clear away back when I'd been a +school-boy. All of a sudden I felt lonesome again; so I give the kids +the slip an' skirted the car. +</P> + +<P> +I started to ride up the Hyde Street hill on the other side, an' say, +it was a hill! Steep? Well, it was about all Mr. Hoss could do to climb +it. While I was wonderin' if I hadn't better let that part o' town go +unadvertised I heard a rumble, looked up, an' saw comin' over the +square o' the next street a big wagon loaded with lumber an' runnin' +towards me down the hill. The' wasn't no hosses hitched to it, an' the +tongue stuck straight out in front. It was comin' like a steam-engine, +an' like a flash I remembered Maggie on the other side o' the car. That +wagon would 'a' weighed six tons, an' any fool could see what would +happen when it struck that street car. +</P> + +<P> +For a second—for just one second, which seemed to last a thousand +years—I was turned to stone. I could hear the crash; I could hear the +screams; I could feel the horrid scrunch as car, wagon, an' all ground +over poor little Maggie; and then everything cleared up, an' I could +think ninety times a minute. +</P> + +<P> +I turned my rope loose an' backed ol' Mr. Barrel up on the sidewalk in +the wink of a hair trigger. I looked down at the hoss, an' he would +have weighed a full ton himself; but I knew that he wouldn't have sense +enough to brace himself when the jerk came. It was comical the way +thoughts kept flashin' through my head—everything I had done, an' +everything I might have done, an' a heap more beside; but the thing +that worried me most was the thought that a mighty good story was about +to happen, an' the chances were that I wouldn't be the one to do the +tellin' of it afterward. I can talk about it easy now, but I wasn't +BREATHIN' then. +</P> + +<P> +On came the wagon, an' it looked as though nothin' under heaven could +stop it. A strange feelin' o' weakness swept over me for a minute, +and—and—darned if I didn't pray, right then. The pressure lifted like +a fog, an' I sat there as cool an' still as though I was Ivanhoe, +darin' the whole blame outfit to come at me in a bunch; an' I was some +pleased to notice that a little group had gathered to see the outcome. +My knees dug into the hoss's ribs as I circled the rope around my head, +an' then at just the right instant I gave the foreleg throw. Well, it +landed—everything landed. As soon as the noose caught the tip o' the +tongue I yanked back on the brewer until he must 'a' thought his lower +jaw had dissolved partnership. +</P> + +<P> +The' never was any neater work—never. The noose tightened well out on +the tongue, an' when the strain came the wagon turned in toward the +sidewalk, runnin' in a big circle on the outside wheels. The jerk had +lifted ol' Uncle Brewer, who didn't have gumption enough to squat, +plumb out in the middle o' the street, an' just as the wagon climbed +the curb an' dove into the basement office of a Jew doctor the rope +tightened up with me an' the brewer square behind. It didn't last long; +the' was only one cinch to the saddle, an' the first jerk had purty +well discouraged that; the brewer had grew suspicious an' all four of +his feet was dug into the cobble stones; the wagon was lopin' along +about ninety miles a second, an' when the tug came me an' the saddle +an' the tinware an' about four thousand plugs o' tobacco made a +half-circle in the air an' plunged through the first story winder onto +the dinin'-table—an' the family was at dinner. +</P> + +<P> +Nobody was hurt; but I wish you could have seen the eyes o' that +family—an' their hands—yes, an' their tonsils too. They didn't seem +fully prepared. After a time the doctor got his heart to pumpin' again, +an' he roars out, "Vat are you doin'—vat are you doin'?" +</P> + +<P> +"I'm advertisin' tobacco," sez I, tryin' to cut the kettle off my head +with a fruit-knife. +</P> + +<P> +Then he did the wind-mill act with his hands an' rolled up his eyes an' +sez, "Vell, mine Cott, man, dis iss no vay to atfertice dobaggo!" +</P> + +<P> +"Mebbe not, ol' sport," sez I, thinkin' o' the way that wagon had dove +into his office, an' takin' a general survey o' the dinner table; "but +if you're game at all you got to own up it makes a strong impression." +</P> + +<P> +He was a comical little cuss, an' it amused me a heap to see how +excited he was. He splutered an' fizzed away like a leaky sody +fountain, while the rest o' the tribe kept up a most infernal squawkin'. +</P> + +<P> +By the time I had the tobacco an' the balance o' the trimmin's picked +up an' got back to the street again I found the rest o' the population +gathered together to see who was holdin' the celebration; an' from that +on my stay in the city was a nightmare. The passengers in the car gave +me gold watches an' champagne suppers, the Jew doctor wore himself to a +bone tryin' to find out whether it was me, the lumber company, or the +tobacco firm which had to pay the piper; while the newspaper reporters +pumped me as dry as the desert. The tobacco company kept me on double +pay, because when it came to what they call a publicity agent I had +played every winnin' number open an' coppered all the ones that lost. +</P> + +<P> +That car had been loaded with a group o' the real, genuine +gold-sweaters, an' they entered into a fierce competition to see which +could load me down with the finest watch an' load me up with the finest +champagne. They got me to make 'em after-dinner speeches an' do fancy +stunts with my raw-hide—ropin' wine bottles off the waiters' trays an' +such—until we got as friendly as a herd of tramps. They even got me +into a long-tailed coat an' a bullfrog vest; but I didn't take kindly +to that, 'count o' there not bein' any handy place to tote a gun except +the tail pocket, which I never could have got at in case the trouble +was to slop over. +</P> + +<P> +I kept lookin' for little Maggie, an' one day I found her. I bought her +a couple o' pounds o' candy an' a lot o' new dresses; an' I took her +out to her home in a carriage. Well, this home o' hers was a thing to +wring the heart of an ossi-fied toad. It was up near the Barbery coast, +where they kill folks for exercise. She an' her mother was livin' in +two miserable rooms, her mother doin' washin' an' Maggie runnin' +errands; but they was as near respectable as half-fed people ever was +in the world, an' it made 'em hustle to even keep half fed, too, 'cause +they was in competition with the Chinks, who don't have to eat at +all—that is, not regular food. +</P> + +<P> +An' would you believe it, her mother was the little Maggie I used to +know away back yonder in the kid days when all the world was just like +a big, bulgey Christmas-stocking. She had married a good man, an' had +come out to the coast with him on account of his health, an' he had +flickered out without leavin' her much but a stack o' doctor's bills +an' little Maggie. She had struggled along ever since, an' it made my +heart ache like a tooth to see the sweetness an' the beauty o' the +little girl I used to know come to the eyes o' this poor tired woman +an' smile—smile the same old smile like what she used to when I'd +given her an apple, or when she'd written me a little note an' sneaked +it across the aisle. +</P> + +<P> +Well, I didn't stay long. I had a special swell function to attend that +night, but next mornin', when the Turkish-bath man was willin' to risk +the peace o' that locality by turnin' me loose, I gathered up a peck or +so o' watches an' cashed 'em in. I reckon I got beat some; but anyhow, +I drew down somethin' over sixteen hundred in yeller money; an' I took +them two Maggies down to the train an' shipped 'em back where the +little one would have a chance to grow up like a flower, with plenty o' +green grass an' sunshine about her, an' the mother could put on a clean +dress afternoons an' visit 'round a little with the friends o' long ago. +</P> + +<P> +After they was gone everything seemed mighty gloomy an' damp an' +lonesome, an' I entered into the social festivities most enthusiastic. +The' was somethin' about both these two Maggies that kept bringin' +Barbie before me, an' what I felt most like doin' was to bolster up my +forgetfulness. It wasn't very long, however, before I noticed that my +quiet an' simple life hadn't in nowise fitted me for refined society, +an' I made my plans to bid it a fond farewell. I'm just as cordial a +friend as whiskey ever had; but my con science rebels at floodin' my +vital organs with seventeen different colored wines at one meal. I've +been infested with pink elephants an' green dragons an' I never com +plained none; but hang me if I can get any comfort out of a striped +yellow spider ten feet high on horrid hairy legs. +</P> + +<P> +I was sittin' in the Palace lobby one mornin' wonderin' if I'd bump my +head should I happen to sneeze, when in come one o' my pals. His face +lit up when he see me an' he came over holdin' out his hand. I held out +my own hearty enough; but I sez in a warnin' voice, "Now, before you +ask me the customary question I want to inform you that I positively +don't want a drink, neither now nor this evenin', nor never again." +</P> + +<P> +"Pshaw," sez he, "I'm goin' to pull out for home to day, an' I don't +want to go without a farewell libation to the good times we've been +havin'." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm goin' to pull out, myself," sez I, "but I went on my farewell +libation last night. Where might your home be?" +</P> + +<P> +"Texas," sez he. I straightened up. +</P> + +<P> +"Know the governor?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Some," sez he, his eyes twinklin'; "he was my sister's youngest +brother." +</P> + +<P> +"Your sister's youngest brother?" sez I, an' then I tumbled. "Say," I +yelled, jumpin' to my feet, "you don't mean that you're it yourself?" +</P> + +<P> +"That's the history," sez he; "but if it's just the same to you, I'd +rather you didn't work up much of a story about the way I've handled +this town since you saved that car." +</P> + +<P> +"Do you really think 'at I saved your life?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Why," sez he, "if that wagon had ever hit the car the' wouldn't 'a' +been anything left but my teeth to identify me by, an' I ain't never +had one filled yet." +</P> + +<P> +Well, I took one drink with him an' I told him the straight o' that +cattle ring an' how Jim Jimison had surrendered on account o' the best +little girl that walked, an' that he was the all around squarest boy +the' was. I didn't cork up any natural eloquence I happened to have, +an' I was some sorry 'at ol' Hammy couldn't have heard that plea. It +was dramatic, an' I'll bet money on it. The outcome was, that he swore +he'd have Jim out o' the pen as soon as he could get back an' do the +signin'. He was a big man with steel gray eyes, an' by jing I felt good +over it; but I stuck to the one drink proposition. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap27"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE CREOLE BELLE +</H3> + +<P> +Well, now, mebbe I didn't feel fine! I'd have a real man for Barbie to +marry purty soon, an' it was a good job o' work to send that washy-eyed +Englishman back to his one-hoss ranch to learn hove to act grown-up. I +was all squared around now. Up to that mornin' I couldn't tell where on +the face I did want to head for; but now I knew. I wanted to bee-line +straight for the Diamond Dot an' light the joy-lamps in Barbie's eyes +again. When I had given my life to her the' wasn't no strings to the +gift. I hadn't said that my happiness was to be considered at all, nor +the happiness of any one else on the whole earth except just her own, +an' I was wild to be back. +</P> + +<P> +I was makin' up my mind to sneak away without seein' any o' the glad +band—those Frisco fellers are terrors when they take a fancy to ya—I +mean the thoroughbreds, the toppy lad with rolls 'at a ten-year-old boy +couldn't up-end without strainin' himself. I hated to do it; but I'm +only human, an' when I'm in earnest about bein' delivered from evil I +allus get up early in the dawn an' get a good start while temptation is +still enjoyin' its beauty sleep. +</P> + +<P> +I had just got my will power properly stiffened up, when lo an' behold, +I was slapped on the back an' a merry voice exclaimed, "Happy Hawkins, +by the Chinese Devil!" +</P> + +<P> +I glanced up into a bearded face with two twinklin' eyes an' an outdoor +look about it. I recognized the eyes all right, but I knew I hadn't +never seen 'em in that sort o' trimmin' before; so I sez in a dignified +manner, "I'm exceeding glad to see ya, but who the 'll are ya?" +</P> + +<P> +"Ches!" sez he. "Ralph Chester Stuart—Great Scott, have you lost your +memory?" +</P> + +<P> +Well, by the Jinks, but I was glad to see the boy, an' we hid away in a +private room with two pure an' proper lemonades before us. He was a +genuine minin' engineer, an' had been havin' lots of queer experiences. +He wanted me to sign up with him, promisin' me that we'd have change of +bill twice a week; but I finally prevailed upon him that I had aged +considerable since our didoes with the goat, an' all of a sudden he ups +an' sez, "By the way, old hat, I've got you news!" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes?" sez I. "Where'd you get it?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, about the Creole Belle," sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Creole Belle!" sez I. "Well, tell it, tell it. Why don't you tell it?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, fudge," sez he; "it's been long enough on the way, an' I reckon +it'll keep a minute longer. The Creole Belle was a gold-mine named +after a woman." +</P> + +<P> +"Good or bad?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Good," sez he. "Paid two hundred dollars to the ton in spots." +</P> + +<P> +"I meant the woman, confound ya," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, it seems that she was a purty square sort of a woman," sez Ches, +"but I didn't suppose 'at you'd care much about her. The mine—" I +groaned. "Well, you fool me," sez Ches, seein' I was in earnest. "The' +was a purty florid romance mixed up in it too; but I didn't suppose you +was interested in such things, an' I didn't pay much heed to that part +of it." +</P> + +<P> +"That's allus the way when a boy does anything," sez I, with +peevishness. "Now you set there an' think up all you can about the +deal—everything." +</P> + +<P> +"Well," sez Ches, slowly, "it seems that a couple o' young Easterners +came out to find their fortune. They was the true Damon an' Pythias +brand o' partners, an' stood back to back durin' a protracted spell o' +good, stiff, copper-bottomed misfortune. They finally located a mine +that looked good-natured an' generous; but it was a fooler. One day it +coaxed 'em an' next it give 'em the laugh. Finally they each got down +in turn with mountain-fever an' a beautiful young girl nursed 'em. She +was there with her father, who was workin' a claim near by. He was an +odd sort of chap to be minin'—though come to think of, that's not +possible, seein' that all kinds o' men—" +</P> + +<P> +"Ches," I breaks in, "will you kindly get on with that tale, or must I +shake it out o' you?" +</P> + +<P> +He seemed mightily surprised, but he went on: "Well, the girl was a +beauty, an' she had a gigantic maid—" +</P> + +<P> +"Monody!" I shouted. +</P> + +<P> +"Keeno!" shouts back Ches, some exasperated. +</P> + +<P> +"Now that wasn't slang nor sarcasm what I was usin'," sez I, smoothin' +it over. "That gigantic maid you mentioned is part o' the tale that you +don't know yet." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, naturally, while they was bein' nursed they both fell in love +with her—" +</P> + +<P> +"With Monody?" I yells. +</P> + +<P> +"No, you ijot, with the girl!" Ches was gettin' flustered. "She was a +corkin' handsome girl, an' they all called her the Creole Belle. To be +strictly honest though, they didn't really fall in love with her. They +both loved the same girl back in Philadelphia, an' they just took to +the Creole Belle as a sort of a substitute. Now the ol' man an' the big +maid watched over the girl careful, an' the' wasn't no harm come of it; +an' when the mine finally got to handin' out the gilt without jokin' +about it, the two pals got to goin' off alone an' thinkin' o' the girl +back East. They had four or five miners workin' for 'em by this time, +an' they was gettin' the dust in quantities. Finally they got together +about it. It seems that they had an agreement that neither one would +propose to the girl without the other's consent, but they had each been +makin' gentle-love in their letters to her, while she didn't seem to +know which she liked best." +</P> + +<P> +"Where'd you learn all this?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I've been askin' all the of miners I've met," sez Ches, "an' at +last I found one who knew the whole of it. All of 'em knew something; +things ain't done secret in a minin' camp, an' all the boys got +interested. Well, they finally agreed to play five hands o' draw for +the first chance to propose. If the lucky one got the girl he was to +pay the loser half the profits. If he lost an' the second feller got +the girl on his proposal, he was to get mine an' girl both. They was +still fond o' the Creole Belle an' she was fond o' them—from all +accounts they was men above the average, all right. Well, they played +the five hands an' it was even bones at the fourth show. Then Jordan +made a crooked move o' some kind, an' Whitman called for a new deal. It +was the first suspicion that had ever raised its head between 'em, an' +they looked into each other's eyes a long time; then Jordan dealt again +an' Whitman won. +</P> + +<P> +"He wrote to the girl, an' after a time she answered, sayin' yes. +Jordan an' Whitman wasn't such good pals as before; but when the girl +was due to arrive they started down in the stage to meet her, both +together. Just as they was goin' by the of man's claim—Ol' Pizarro, or +some such a name as that he had—the stage lost a front wheel an' +Whitman got a broken leg. They took him into the ol' man's cabin, sent +a man on hoss-back after the doctor, an' Whitman insisted that Jordan +ride on down to meet the girl. They'd had a hard time gettin' the girl +to consent to come at all; but she was an orphan with only a faithful +servant for a family, an' she had finally give in, seein' as Jordan +would be there as her best friend; an' now Whitman forced Jordan to go +down an' meet her." I remembered the letter 'at little Barbie had made +me read, an' I was able to guess the rest. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, Jordan met the girl, an' the servant who had tagged along,—the +name of the servant was Melisse, if you want all the details." +</P> + +<P> +"I knew it," sez I; "go on." +</P> + +<P> +"He brought the girl back to where the Creole Belle was tendin' to +Whitman in a mighty gentle an' tender way. The girl didn't seem to care +much for Whitman when she saw him, an' that very day they had it out. +She didn't make no fuss, she was a game one all right; just said that +it was a mistake all 'round an' left on the next stage, goin' to Frisco. +</P> + +<P> +"Whitman was laid up six weeks, an' by the time he was out Jordan told +him that he was ready to propose to the girl on his own hook. Whitman +agreed, Jordan made his play, got a favorable answer, an' Whitman made +over a full deed to the Creole Belle. Just at this time ol' Pizzaro +cashed in, an' the first thing Whitman knew he was married to the +Creole Belle, had sold his wife's mine an' started to leave the +country. Down at the station he hears a chance word that gives him a +tip, an' he leaves his wife there an' goes back to the mine. He accuses +Jordan of havin' told the eastern girl that he was already married to +the Creole Belle when she came out to marry him herself. Jordan denies +it, but they fight, an' it's sure a bad fight. Jordan gets three +bullets in his body an' only laughs about it; but he shoots Whitman +twice, so that fever sets in, an' it was reported that he died. Anyhow, +he's taken down to the train an' put on board, out of his head; an' was +never heard of again. +</P> + +<P> +"Jordan hid his wounds purty well, bein' a man o' wonderful grit; but +just when he was gettin' around again one o' the boys what Whitman had +done a good turn to picks a quarrel with Jordan, an' Jordan still bein' +stiff from the wounds he was hidin', gets the worst of it, is hammered +up with a pick-handle an' left for dead. He don't die, however, he +works the Creole Belle mine till he's taken out about a million, an' +then she closes up an' he gets out o' the country for keeps. That's all +the' is to that tale. Now you tell me what part of it you're interested +in." +</P> + +<P> +"Was that all you heard about the gigantic maid?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"You certainly have a healthy appetite for gossip," sez Chez, laughin'. +"But I did hear more about the maid: she came back to that part a few +months later to square things up with her lover. He didn't appear +willin' to square, an' they found him in his cabin one mornin' with his +throat tore out by the roots, an' they found her clothes on the bank o' +Devil Crick; so that ends her story. She must 'a' been some devil +herself." +</P> + +<P> +"No," sez I to chez, "the worst any one can call her is a man; an' it +wasn't altogether her fault that you can call her that, I'll stake my +soul on it." +</P> + +<P> +Ches was ravenous to learn why it was that I wanted all that old +scandal dished up; but I was too busy to tell him right then, an' he +was goin' to leave in an hour to overlook some new findin's out in +Nevada. We promised to write to each other, an' I told him that +probably I'd be willin' to take a job with him in a month or so; an' +then he skinned out to make ready, an' I got busy on my letter. Letters +never was one o' my chief delights; but I wrote to Jim, tellin' him +enough o' the details to throw a bluff into Jabez; but not enough to +put Jim wise to the tale. Just gave him the right names an' the name o' +the mine an' told him to bluff that he knew it all; but not to speak +too free; an' that would suit all around an' put Jabez into a nervous +condition. I sent this letter to the governor, tellin' him to give it +to Jim personal, an' to hustle things for a quick finish. +</P> + +<P> +I posted my letter an' started up to the desk to pay my bill, when I +had another turn. I stood still with a shock, pinchin' myself to see if +I was in my right mind or only sufferin' from an extra foolin' +hang-over. A jaunty young chap with out-standin' clothes, an' a brindle +bull-terrier was registerin' their names, an' if I was in my right mind +I knew them folks for true. I was feelin' exuberant to a dangerous +limit, an' I sneaks up an' unsnaps the bull-terrier from the leash what +the porter was holdin'. Well, it was Cupid all right, an' he was bugs +to see me. He started jumpin' up on my shoulders an' makin' queer +sounds, an' I pertends 'at I'm scared to death an' duck an' dodge +around that office until I have all the inmates standin' on the +furniture an' yellin' police. +</P> + +<P> +Bill runs around after us tellin' me not to be frightened, an' givin' +Cupid a tongue-handlin' that would 'a' stung a deaf alligator. When I +can't hold in any longer I rolls over on a dievan—that's what they +call a hotel sofy—an' get Cupid in my arms an' make a sound as if he +was stranglin' me. Bill gets Cupid by the collar an' jerks him off, an' +then I stands up an' sez in a hurt an' dignified voice, "It seems +darned funny to me that I can't welcome an old friend without you +interferin'." +</P> + +<P> +He give me one look—I was festooned a little out o' the ordinary—an' +then he begins. First he'd sing a chant about how tickled he was to +meet up with me, an' then he'd sermonize most doleful about how +untasteful it was to commit such a havoc as that in a hotel lobby, +especially with a dog what had been trained to have quiet an' refined +manners. I finally refused to hold my safety valve down any longer; an' +I grabbed him under the arms an' waltzed him over the marble, while +Cupid frolicked around us an' Bill kicked me on the shins. I had had +too many things happen to me in a small space o' time to be altogether +sane, an' it took a good many kicks on the shins to get me down to a +practical basis again. Bill was plumb disgusted; but Jessamie, who had +seen the last part of it, had to join in with the rest o' the crowd an' +have a laugh. +</P> + +<P> +Bill refused to eat unless we could have a private dinin' room. Not on +Cupid's account neither; he'd got civilized enough to stand for Cupid +bein' treated like a dog by this time; but it was me he was scared of, +an' I sensed it, an' refused to feed with him at all unless it would be +in the main mess hall, an' Jessamie voted with me; so Bill had to give +in. +</P> + +<P> +He didn't want to make the contrast too strong, so he slid into a dark +suit instead of the real caper, while I wiggled into my champagne apron +an' marched in like I was a foreign delegate. Well, you should have +seen Bill—his mouth took on the triangle droop, an' his lamps was +stretched to match. I was entirely at home, et with the right forks, +joshed the waiters, an' when my friends began to drop over an' pass the +season's greetings, an' I presented 'em to Bill an' Jessamie, an' Bill +saw that they was nothin' at all but cream, I bet you a tip that he was +the worst locoed man in topsy-turvy Frisco. +</P> + +<P> +We had a hard time throwin' the gang off the trail; but I finally sent +'em over to the Pampered Pug restaurant, while I took Bill an' Jessamie +to a quiet little spot to hold our own reunion. They had just come from +a trip around the world—they was still on their honeymoon, in fact; +an' I had to listen to a heap o' Sunday-school story adventures 'at +they'd been havin'. +</P> + +<P> +After a while, though, I nudged Bill hack to the Clarenden family +trail, an' he said 'at they had stopped for over a month with his +friends in England, an' was posted up to the minute. +</P> + +<P> +"Well," sez I, as though I was inquirin' after an old pal, "how's the +Earl?" +</P> + +<P> +"They're plumb out o' earls in that family," sez Bill. "The old one's +dead an' they've hunted high an' low for the strays an' can't even find +Richard." +</P> + +<P> +"They won't need him," sez I. "The younger son is still in good order, +an' when the proper time comes I'll spring him on 'em; but I doubt if +he takes the job after all." +</P> + +<P> +"Confound you, Happy," sez Bill, "I never can tell whether you're +jokin' or not on this subject. Deuced if I ever could see where your +trail could have junctioned onto the Clarenden family." +</P> + +<P> +"Son," sez I, "I'm a store-house o' knowledge, an' I'm about to open +the flood-gates an' pour it forth. How many Alice LeMoynes did you ever +happen to hear of?" +</P> + +<P> +"Only but the one," sez Bill. "It was a fake name probably, an' one was +all they ever struck off that die. What about her?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, nothin' much," sez I, "only a stray Englishman happened to pull +that name on us a while back, an' I wondered where he came into +possession of it." +</P> + +<P> +"You got somethin' up your sleeve," sez Bill, who was a mite too +observin' at times; "what is it you want to know?" +</P> + +<P> +"Nothin' at all," sez I; "I know all I want to now." +</P> + +<P> +"What kind of lookin' feller was it?" sez Bill. +</P> + +<P> +"Purty harmless," sez I; "watery blue eyes, fair size, purty good +lookin', nice manners, book-talker, owns a little ranch; oh, he won't +set no important rivers on fire." +</P> + +<P> +Bill studied awhile. "How old was he?" sez he. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, he's about my age, in years," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"It might be Richard—if Lord James is still alive, Richard is the heir +apparent," sez Bill. "How long have you known o' this feller?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, this ain't Richard," sez I. "He ain't got epolepsy nor insanity; +he's just stingy an' stupid." +</P> + +<P> +"How do you know he ain't got epolepsy?" sez Bill. +</P> + +<P> +"'Cause he don't bark like a dog nor froth at the mouth, nor he ain't +afraid o' water," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"You're thinkin' o' hydrophobia," sez Bill. "Epolepsy is sort o' fits." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, by gum, he did have one fit!" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"What kind?" sez Bill. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, I worked a trick on him, an' he stiffened out an' his eyes got +set, an' he was the sickenest lookin' human I ever met up with," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"That's it!" sez Bill, "an' you say he knew about Alice LeMoyne?" +</P> + +<P> +"That's what give him the fit," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"I bet it's Richard," sez Bill. "This will make a story for me, an' you +can work things for the reward. Where is he?" +</P> + +<P> +"Say, you come along with me to the Diamond Dot," sez I. "Things are +goin' to happen promiscuous up there after a bit, an' you don't want to +miss it. Never mind about the reward. I'm goin' to handle this affair +just as if the' wasn't such a thing on earth as the Clarenden family." +</P> + +<P> +"You make me tired," sez Bill; it allus was spurs to him to cut him out +of a secret. "You try to pertend 'at you're nothin' short of a world +power; but I bet you're just flim-flammin'." +</P> + +<P> +"Nothin' 'at Happy Hawkins'd do would surprise me," sez Jessamie. "Now +that I've seen him in a dress suit, hob-nobbin' with the bun-tong, I'm +prepared for anything." She was a good feller all right. +</P> + +<P> +Well, we chatted along a while, an' they told me that they wanted to +see Frisco an' the Yosemite Valley, an' then would head for Colonel +Scott's, where it'd be handy to drop over to the Diamond Dot at any +time. +</P> + +<P> +"Well," sez I, "I'll write you some letters of introduction to a few o' +my friends here, an' mebbe after you've seen Frisco, all you'll want +will be rest—just plain, simple rest; less'n your ruggeder built than +me." +</P> + +<P> +So sure enough I wrote 'em a parcel o' letters, pickin' out about the +most persistent spenders the town could show, an' it made me laugh when +I pictured Bill tryin' to lug home the list o' stuff they'd load him up +with. I packed up for the early, train, an' then as it wasn't worth +while to waste the handful o' minutes left o' that night, I got back +into my workin' togs an' went out for one last Turkish bath. I'm mighty +partial to Turkish baths, an' I wanted to let 'em know that I was +perfectly sober at least one night o' my visit. +</P> + +<P> +It was gray dawn when I came out o' the buildin', an' even in Frisco +that's a shivery period. In spite of me holdin' all the good cards in +the deck, an' knowin' just about how I was goin' to play 'em, I was +lonely an' down-hearted there in the dawning. All I wanted was Barbie's +happiness, an' I was goin' to give it to her full measure an' nairy a +whimper: but if it could just have been my home-comin' instead of what +I was goin' to do, that would light up her world for her, I reckon I +could have FLOWN all the way back to the Diamond Dot. +</P> + +<P> +I turned a corner an' came face to face on Piker. He was lookin' +downcast an' harried, an' I bought him a drink. He had told me where +Jim was, an' I didn't try to forget it. I sat down an' talked to him an +tried to soften his crust an' get him to agree to make a new try-out o' +life. +</P> + +<P> +He finally got purty mellow an' told me some o' the steps down which he +had stumbled, an' how slippery the'd been when he'd tried to climb +back. I confided to him a lot o' my own mishaps, an' he got purty near +up to the mourner's bench, when all of a sudden he gets bitter. "You're +just like all the rest," sez he, "you make all kinds of allowance for a +good lookin', proud sort, like Silver Dick; but a feller like me—you +allus give the verdict again a feller like me, an' you know it." +</P> + +<P> +"Dick ain't been no saint, I know," sez I; "but at least he was out in +the open, while I can't quite get over that knee-gun you wore." +</P> + +<P> +"Out in the open, was he?" sez Piker, with a leer. "Didn't he get to +your ranch an' try to land the daughter o' the boss—an' him a married +man all the time!" +</P> + +<P> +I reached across the table an' got him by the collar, jerked him to me, +an' flopped him face up across the table. "You lie," sez I. He shook +his head, an' I felt a cold streak hit my heart. +</P> + +<P> +I loosened up on him an' let him set up, an' he said 'at Silver Dick +was married to the woman at Laramie, an' he knew it. I tried to bluff +him out of it, but he stuck to it, finally sayin' that I had him, an' +could finish him if I wanted to; but that it was the God's truth, an' +he'd stick to it. +</P> + +<P> +As I looked into his eyes I knew beyond a doubt that he was dealin' +straight; an' as my plans toppled over an' came tumblin' about me, I +felt like walkin' down to the dock an' endin' it all. Put this passed +in a flash; it wasn't my turn yet to think of myself. There was little +Barbie with the two serpents creepin' toward her, an' my place was at +her side till the fight was fairly won. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap28"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE DAY OF THE WEDDING +</H3> + +<P> +I had struck the Diamond Dot in a tol'able wide variety o' moods; but I +never felt like I did the mornin' I came back to ditch Barbie's +weddin'. I knew 'at the chances were 'at I'd break her heart; but I had +only one course open, an' I didn't intend to waver. I had gone on +through to Laramie, an' had found 'at Silver Dick's wife was still +there, livin' her locked-in life. Then I came on back through Danders +to Webb Station where I hired a feller to drive me to within a mile o' +the ranch house. All he knew was that the weddin' was to come off in +three weeks. +</P> + +<P> +Jabez an' Barbie was both glad to see me; but I didn't make much +explanation for leavin' without notice, an' I didn't tell all about my +trip. Just told 'em about my experience as a knight an' on the boat an' +such. Barbie was purty thin an' a little under color; but her grit was +still keyed up to full tone. I had a good long talk with her that very +afternoon, tellin' her that I had found out a lot o' stuff about the +remnant she was thinkin' o' marryin', an' tried to get her to test him +out an' find out where he'd come from an' what he was; but she seemed +numb, an' told me that she would not think it friendly if I said +anything evil against the man she had to marry. I couldn't understand +her, she didn't seem like the same old Barbie; but the more I hinted +the more froze-up she got, so I dropped it. +</P> + +<P> +Then I told her that I had found out that Dick was even worse'n this +one; an' she opened up on me an' we had a purty square-off talkin' +match. She wouldn't listen to me, an' she wouldn't pay any heed to my +suggestions; an' I was consid'able out of patience. I was afraid if I +turned her again Dick she might marry this Hawthorn thing, an' if I +turned her again him too soon she might run off with Dick on the +rebound; so I was purty much hobbled, an' made a botch of it. Finally +she turned on me. "We've been good pals, Happy," sez she, "an' we'll be +good pals again some day; but you're not playin' square now—I can tell +by your actions. I almost believe 'at what you're tryin' to do is to—" +she stopped with her face red as fire. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, say it," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Is to marry me yourself," she blurted out. +</P> + +<P> +I didn't say anything for a long time. I made every allowance for her, +an' I knew 'at some one had threw it in her face, 'cause this wasn't +one of her own brand o' thoughts; but I'm not all horn an' bone, an' +when I saw that she intended to go her own gait I made up my mind that +she'd know at the end of the course that she might have saved herself +several hard bumps. +</P> + +<P> +"Barbie." I sez, an' at my voice she turned her face an' looked a +little frightened, "I ain't denyin' that I'd rather marry you than be +sure of gettin' into Heaven; but I want you to remember one thing, an' +that is that if I ever do marry you it will be because you ask me to +yourself." +</P> + +<P> +We rode side by side back to the ranch house, an' her head wasn't held +an inch higher than mine nor her lips shut a grain tighter. I was +willin' to be used for a bumper; but I couldn't stand everything even +when I knew 'at she'd been hounded beyond endurance. From that on +Barbie was some cool to me; but I wasn't there for a vacation, I had a +duty to perform. Poor little Barbie, she didn't act much like a bride +elect. Jabez wanted a weddin' that would be the talk for years; but +Barbie said no, that she felt more like a widder than a maid, an' she +didn't take much stock in turnin' a second weddin' into a circus. I +didn't say nothin'. The ol' man didn't contrary her much them days, so +he dropped the subject; but he sent all the way to Frisco for a store +full o' fixin's an' a couple o' women to engineer the construction of +'em. +</P> + +<P> +A full week passed without me hearin' from Dick, an' then I telegraphed +to the Governor. I waited at Webb Station till I got the answer. He +said 'at he had give Dick my letter an' that he had left two days +before. That kept me on edge 'cause I wanted to see him when he first +arrived; so I kept a couple o' the boys watchin' each road; but day +after day dragged around until I got desperate. For all I knew Silver +Dick had enough black blood in him to take advantage of me an' just fly +his kite. He might have got news from England too, an' all in all I was +agitated. +</P> + +<P> +Two days before the ceremony was scheduled I gave him up an' made a run +to Laramie. I wasn't sure just what I would do, but I was minded to get +all the evidence I could. I tried to get speech with Dick's wife, but +she wouldn't pay any heed to my knocks, an' finally the lights in the +house went out. I scented trouble; so when a couple o' men pounced onto +the place where I'd just stood they found me immejetly behind 'em, an' +I rapped 'em on the heads before they could express a sound. I heard a +noise at the keyhole an' I whispered in, "If you want to save the life +o' Silver Dick, open the door." +</P> + +<P> +I waited a minute an' then the door opened an inch, but a chain kept it +from goin' any wider. A woman's coarse voice sez, "What do ya want?" I +couldn't believe that this was the woman, so I sez, "I want to speak to +the other woman, an' it's got to be done quick." +</P> + +<P> +Presently a soft, gentle voice sez, "What is it?" +</P> + +<P> +"Silver Dick is in the Texas penitentiary, sentenced to be hanged for a +murder committed there in April four years ago. He'll be hanged a week +from to-morrow night if some one don't make a plea for him. It takes a +woman to do such a job as this—are you game?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, he couldn't have done it," sez she. "He was here all that spring." +</P> + +<P> +"Are you willin' to swear to it?" sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I don't want to appear in public—but of course I will, if the' +ain't no other way." +</P> + +<P> +"You won't have to if you'll come with me to-night. The Governor of +Texas is up here on a huntin' trip; he'll be at a party to-morrow +night; all you'll need to do is to wait in a room where I'll hide you +until he gets into a meller mood—I know him well—an' then I'll bring +him to you an' you make a plea for him. You can be his wife or his +mother or daughter—or anything you wish." +</P> + +<P> +"I'll go," sez she, in a quiet tone, an' I breathed free; an' as soon +as she opened the door I dragged the two men inside. They were +Greasers, the same as the old woman what had first talked to me; an' I +turned 'em over to her a' took the woman with the soft voice down to +the train by a back street. She still wore a heavy veil, an' I never +looked at her—not right straight—but I could see that she walked with +her feet an' held her head on the top of her neck; so I was purty +certain that if Dick did return an' try to finish the weddin' as the +star performer she'd give us an interestin' exhibition. +</P> + +<P> +Spider Kelley was at the station when I got off the train. I turned the +woman over to him, tellin' him to bring her out so as to arrive the +evenin' of the weddin', not to talk to her, an' not to let Dick see her +should he chance to come back that way; but to smuggle her into the +office as soon as preparations for the ceremony got started. I still +half looked for Dick, but I thought I had things blocked out, no matter +what turned up, an' I flopped on my hoss an' rode him at about his best. +</P> + +<P> +Everything around the house was whirlin' with preparation; but Barbie +was about the palest lookin' bride 'at ever got ready to toe the +scratch, I reckon. The Hawthorn critter had stayed over at his own +ranch for the last week, an' Barbie wouldn't 'a' had no search-warrant +swore out if he had sent over word that it looked so good to him that +he had decided to continue to remain there for a million years. +</P> + +<P> +The guests had arrived plenty early, an' whenever Barbie would stumble +on to a bunch of 'em she would head up an' get right rompy again. We +had about a ton o' stuff cooked, 'cause we was tol'able thoroughly +experienced on the neighbors. Folks out our way ain't nowise uppity +about such matters. All you need to do is to hint that a little +celebration is goin' to be pulled off an' you can count on their +presence; an' if so be 'at you've forgot anybody's invite, why like as +not they'll hear about it anyway an' be on hand in plenty o' time. The +weddin' was scheduled for Wednesday evenin' at eight thirty; but by +Sunday the house was full an' the grounds looked like an Injun +camp-meetin'. +</P> + +<P> +Jabez, intended to give Barbie the full penalty; none o' your squires +for him, nothin' but Friar Tuck, who was one o' these here Episcolopian +preachers what sport a full regalia an' a book o' tactics calculated to +meet any complication a human bein' is apt to veer into. Some say +they're just Roman Catholics, gone Republican, an' some say that +they're the ones who started the first strike—I don't know much about +it myself. +</P> + +<P> +He hadn't arrived by seven o'clock, but we didn't worry none; he might +have had to come fifty miles, an' he never had any time to waste. +</P> + +<P> +We'd had a sort o' light supper at four o'clock, an' it was intended to +have the weddin' feast after the performance was finished. It was just +eight o'clock when Friar Tuck swung off his pony an' as many of the +crowd as could gathered in the big dinin' room an' waited for the words +to be said. Spidier Kelley came an' told me that he had locked the +woman in the office, an' that she was behavin' herself reasonable, so I +knew 'at the finish wasn't far off. The tables an' chairs had been +taken out, the intention bein' to dance in the store-room after the +ceremony, an' while the dancin' was goin' on to set the banquet in the +dinin' room. Oh, it was all planned out like a theater show: Jabez had +a full orchestra too, three fiddlers, a guitarist, an' a fifer; an' +they began to play solemn music, like they allus do at a wedding. It's +a toss-up which is the most touchin', a weddin' or a funeral,—a +feller's takin' a mighty long shot at either one. +</P> + +<P> +The whole crowd was on edge, but myself was strained to the breakin' +point. Just as the old clock struck the half hour the orchestra pealed +forth a march, an' they all came struttin' in, slow an' stately an' +top-heavy, accordin' to the city way. Jabez was in a brand-new suit o' +black store clothes, an' had a mighty proud look on his face; he was +wearin' gloves too. Barbie was a-leanin' on his arm, an' she was +wearin' a dress 'at would 'a' made some o' the queens crane their necks +a bit, I reckon. Hawthorn had his nerve with him, an' wore a low-necked +vest an' a droop-tailed coat. I had my own rig like this hid away in +the stallion stable; so it didn't jar me none; but some o' the boys had +a hard time chokin' back their grins. It was the first weddin' I had +ever seen where the groom hadn't wore a silk handkerchief around his +neck. +</P> + +<P> +They all met in front o' Friar Tuck, who was standin' under a tissha +paper bell with about four miles o' ribbon tied to it. I couldn't see +Barbie's face on account o' the veil she was wearin'; but she held her +head high, an' I knew she was ready to take all the jumps without +balkin'. The Friar had one o' these voices 'at never seem to say an +idle word, an' the room got as still as though it was a trial for life; +which ain't so mighty far off the mark, that bein' the usual sentence, +an' out our way we don't count it game to get pardoned out for a new +trial. +</P> + +<P> +I was on pins an' needles durin' the openin', but Friar Tuck boomed +along until he arrived at the part where it sez "If any man knows just +cause why this here couple should not be joined together in holy +wedlock let him make his kick right now, or forever after hold his +peace." The room was as still as the grave, an' I had just taken a full +breath, so that I could make a clean throw, when a deep voice at the +back of the room sez: "I think that I know a cause. I don't believe the +girl is doin' this of her own free will." +</P> + +<P> +We all whirled around, an' there stood Silver Dick. Dusty he was an' +travel-stained; but as he loomed up, straight an' tall, he certainly +did look like a man. His beard was gone, his face was pale with a sort +of unnatural whiteness, an' he was ganted down in weight a little; but +all the same he put up a great front as he stood with his hands on his +hips, his head thrown back, an' a grim smile on his face. Quick as a +flash the ol' man, who had half expected this, pulls a gun out of his +pocket an' drops it on Dick, while the crowd politely splits apart to +give 'em a fair show. Barbie had settled back, an' I caught her in my +arms an' held her a moment; but all the time my eyes were on Dick as +though I'd been charmed. +</P> + +<P> +Never in my life have I seen such a figger of a man as him, as he stood +there alone an' unfriended. His hat was tilted back a bit, an' his +short wavey hair rippled across his forehead, his mustache had been +shaved off and his lips somehow reminded me of the muzzle of a gun, +they was that firm; while his eyes—man, he had the greatest eyes in +the world. Blue steel they was, but never for a moment free from some +hidden fire. When he smiled they danced; when he frowned they blazed; +but to-night the' was a new darin' in 'em,—a confidence, a purpose, +an' a strength that defied Death himself. +</P> + +<P> +He had changed a heap since we'd seen him last. His face was as smooth +as a woman's, his hands were white, an' his clothes looked like picture +clothes out of a book. He didn't speak for some time, an' then he said: +"Is your gun broke, Mr. Judson, or do you think it would be only the +square thing to talk things over first? I think I can interest you. I +am not armed; perhaps you would be more comfortable if you lowered your +gun until you were ready to shoot." +</P> + +<P> +The' was a sting in his slow, sarcastic tone, an' a scowl came over +Jabez' face; but he lowered his gun just the same. I didn't want to +soften any toward Dick so I had to keep grittin' my teeth as I watched +him, 'cause bluffin' a man like Cast Steel, armed an' ready, was a +stirrin' sight, an' Dick looked as if he had the backin' of an army. +</P> + +<P> +"Mr. Judson," sez Dick, "when I left here your daughter was promised to +marry me, an' I promised to write as often as possible; but after I +started in to clean up my record I was denied the privilege of writin'. +I am here now, with my record clean; the' ain't no spot on this earth +where I don't feel free to go—an' now I claim her hand." +</P> + +<P> +"Claim her hand, do ya?" sez Jabez, with a wicked leer. "Well, you +allus was better at claimin' than at gettin'. I don't want to sadden my +daughter's weddin' night, but if you ain't minded to go your way +peaceable I'll have to spoil ya." +</P> + +<P> +"Barbie," sez Dick, an' his voice was meller as a flute, "don't ya love +me no more?" +</P> + +<P> +She raised her head an' looked at him, but she couldn't speak, so she +only nodded her head. +</P> + +<P> +"Will ya marry me?" sez Dick, an' we all waited a long time for the +answer. +</P> + +<P> +Once or twice she tried it, before her voice finally got back to her, +"Dick," she sez, "I waited for ya a long time, an' I never heard from +you; so I thought 'at you had either forgot me or else you were—were +no longer living; an'—oh, Dick, you have no idee how hard it has been +for me. You can't imagine how often I refused, nor what a lonely life I +was forced to live; but I've never ceased to love you, an' I allus told +'em so. Now I am half married to another man; an' I don't see what we +can do." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I see what we can do!" blurts out Jabez, raisin' his gun again. +"We can go right on with this ceremony. You have give your word, an' +the word of a Judson is bindin'. As for you, you sneakin' card-sharp, +I'll give you just ten to state your intentions." +</P> + +<P> +Jabez started to count slow an' steady with his left forefinger, while +he held his gun above his right shoulder ready for the drop. His face +was white an' his eyes blazed like live coals. The' was no time to +waste now; Dick had a card up his sleeve, an' this was his chance to +take the trick, or he'd spoil my own game. The room was so still it +hurt you to breathe. Somebody sneezed, an' it sounded like a boiler +explosion. +</P> + +<P> +"Judson," sez Dick, an' he was smilin' now; but it was the chillin' +smile I had first seen durin' the card game. It wasn't a pleasant +smile. "Judson, I did not cheat durin' that game, an' I never did +cheat, although gamblin was my business. You have become a fanatic on +the subject o' truth, an' I propose to tell you some. You are a bully; +you have bullied this girl in order to make her consent; and you are a +coward, a miserable coward. Any man afraid of his own past is a coward; +and your past stands back of you like a ghost, doggin' your steps +awake, an' hauntin' your dreams 'sleep. You preach the truth; but your +entire life is one black—" +</P> + +<P> +"Stop!" yells Jabez, holdin' his hand over his heart, but gettin' the +drop on Dick, although his face looked like the face of a man long +dead. "Say another word an' a bullet will drive it back through your +teeth." +</P> + +<P> +"All right," sez Dick, still smilin' his cruel, hard smile; "but you +have only counted up to five, an' you gave me ten. You're surely honest +enough to stick to your own agreement. Begin to count now, while I +start the tale about Jack Whitman an' the Creole Belle—" +</P> + +<P> +When Dick mentioned the name o' Jack Whitman both o' Jabez' arms fell +to his side; an' when Dick spoke o' the Creole Belle his legs shut +together like a pocket knife; an' he crumpled down on a little padded +bench they had fixed up to kneel on. His face was gray, an' his eyes +had a scum over 'em, while his mouth hung open like the mouth of a man +dyin' of old age. Barbie gave a low, waverin' call: "Oh, what have you +done, oh, Dick! Daddy, Daddy; what's the matter Dad?" +</P> + +<P> +She jumped to his side, an' after tearin' off her veil she knelt at his +feet; but he drew his hands feebly away, an' refused to touch her; +while a look of sorrow—sorrow an' pain an' shame, swept across his old +gray face, an' his lips trembled so 'at he couldn't talk. +</P> + +<P> +I glanced at Silver Dick; he stood there with his lips set tight, his +eyes cold an' hard, an' I knew 'at he was ready to make his kill, cost +what it would. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, Daddy," pleaded Barbie, "don't look this way. Tell me what it is +all about. Don't turn away from me, Dad; I don't care what it is, or +whether it is true or false—I am ready to forgive you, an' to love +you. Look at me. Daddy. I care more for you than for any one else in +the whole world. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," she sez, standin' up an' flashin' a look into Dick's eyes as +fierce as they had ever shot themselves. "Yes, an' if you think to win +me by strikin' down my old Dad, why—we have both been mistaken, an' I +despise you!" +</P> + +<P> +Silver looked as though she had struck him in the face with a whip; the +hot blood swept up to his hair, an' then left him ghastly white again; +while she put her hand on the ol' man's shoulder an' looked like an +eagle protectin' her brood. I looked around for Hawthorn, who had +become entirely forgotten. Gee! how I envied him his chance just then; +but there he stood, lookin' like a white rabbit bein' tried for murder. +The girl looked at him too, gave him one long scornful look; then she +looked back at Silver, standin' all alone like the statue of a king; +an' then she looked up at me. "Happy," she sez, "you never failed me +yet. Clear this room—clear it of every one but just ourselves." +</P> + +<P> +"Clear the room," I yells. "Come, friends, this is the time to step +lively. You can go into the store-room an' dance if you want to, but +the weddin' has been postponed." +</P> + +<P> +They filed out in good order, all except Dick, Friar Tuck, an' +Hawthorn. Hawthorn stood leanin' again the wall, lookin' at Dick as +though he was seein' a ghost. I tapped him on the shoulder. "Git!" I +sez, "your number didn't win nothin'." He gives a start, then down on +the floor he flops with his eyes turned in an' his mouth frothin' a +little. Friar Tuck straightened him out an' began to rub his hands; an' +I turned to Dick. +</P> + +<P> +"Now, it's your turn to go," I sez. "I'd advise you to go clear to +England, where you'll find good news." +</P> + +<P> +He came toward me as if he didn't see me, an' when he reached me he +said: "You better go along too, Happy. I want to talk to them alone." +</P> + +<P> +"Jim," I said, usin' the old name, "I don't want to do you harm. This +game is up; you'd better go along peaceable." +</P> + +<P> +He looked at me a moment in surprise, an' then his face got haughty, +an' he put out his hand to push me aside. I took him by the arm an' +swung him over against the wall. At first he couldn't seem to +understand that I was in ear-nest, an' then his hand shot to hip an' +breast; but he had spoke the truth, he wasn't armed. I had him covered, +an' he sneered into my face without speakin'. I walled over an' +examined him, but he didn't have even a knife. I didn't have the heart +to drive him forth like a dog, so I sez, too low for the rest to hear: +"Jim, I know the double life you've been leadin'; but you can't break +Barbie's heart. You're a married man, an' I know it." +</P> + +<P> +"You lie," he sez, clear an' cold. It was just the word I needed. +</P> + +<P> +I crossed the room an' laid my gun on a chair, an' then I turned to +him. "We're equal now," sez I. "The winner gets the gun." +</P> + +<P> +He wasn't as strong as I was, quite; an' he was some out o' condition; +but he had had trainin' more than me, an' for a few minutes he stood me +off; an' then as he struck at me I grabbed his wrist, his left wrist, +with my right hand, shot it in close to his body, an' clamped it behind +his back; while I got his throat with my left. Slowly I brought him to +his knees, my fingers all the time workin' deeper into his throat, +while his right kept jabbin' me till it made me grunt. No one tried to +interfere at first; but then he got too weak to strike. Barbie said +sharply, "Happy Hawkins, stop that at once!" +</P> + +<P> +"I'll stop as soon as he promisses to go without further trouble," sez +I. +</P> + +<P> +She got up an' came across the room to us like a flash, an' seized the +wrist that held Jim's throat. "Let him alone, Happy," she said fiercely. +</P> + +<P> +I gave him a little push that sent him to the floor, an' then I picked +up my gun. Jim rose to his feet; but the starch was purty well taken +out of him, an' of course this touched her heart, she bein' a woman. +"Are you hurt, Dick?" she sez sympathetic. "Yes, I'm hurt," he snaps +back, glarin' at me; "not at what he's done, but at his lies." +</P> + +<P> +"It's no lie," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"What was it?" asked Barbie—of Jim. He didn't answer for a minute, an' +when he did his voice shook; but he looked into her eyes as he +answered: "He said I was married." +</P> + +<P> +Barbie drew away with a sharp gasp an' looked at him in horror; then +she looked at me with her face all drawn up with anguish. "I tried to +prepare you for this three weeks ago, Barbie," I sez, "an' you—you +know what you threw in my face." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, Happy, Happy," she whispered, "it's not true, it's not true—say +it's not true!" +</P> + +<P> +"It is true, Barbie," sez I, an' she gave a scream. +</P> + +<P> +"It is not true," sez Dick, an' she glanced from one to the other. +</P> + +<P> +"I can prove it at once," sez I; "she's here to-night." +</P> + +<P> +"Who?" asked Dick with a start. +</P> + +<P> +"The wife you left in Laramie," sez I. +</P> + +<P> +"Good God, you haven't brought her here, have you!" shouted Dick, an' +Barbie a queer, heart-broken little laugh. "It's true, it's true," she +sez. "You have convicted yourself, and it's true. Happy,"—she went on +speakin' to me,—"of all the men I have ever known you are the only one +that has been always true to me. You said that you would never marry me +unless I asked you to—prove to me that this man is already married, +an' I'll marry you. I'll get down on my knees an' beg you to marry me. +The world seems full of wolves an' I want a man I can trust." +</P> + +<P> +She was wild, an' the look in her eyes frightened me; but she came over +an' put her hand on my arm, an' said: "Prove it, prove it, an' then let +us go away together!" +</P> + +<P> +"She's out in the office," sez I. "Shall I bring her in here?" +</P> + +<P> +"No," sez Dick. "Happy, for heaven's sake don't do anything hasty." +</P> + +<P> +"Bring her in, bring her in at once!" sez Barbie. "This is my +wedding-day, an' my father wanted it to be the talk of the whole state. +Bring her in!" +</P> + +<P> +Just as I reached the door it opened, an' the strange woman came in +with old Melisse, who was makin' queer throaty noises like a dog. Her +veil was raised, an' I stepped back in surprise. She was an elderly +woman with gray hair, white at the temples, an' dark eyes that rested +for a moment on Dick, for a longer second on Barbie, an' then stopped +when they met the starin' eyes of of Cast Steel, who had staggered to +his feet. +</P> + +<P> +He stood there with his hands clutchin' the side of his head, an' his +lips movin' rapidly, but not a sound comin' through 'em, an' then his +knees gave way beneath him, an' Friar Tuck eased him back to the little +padded bench. The hands of the strange woman were clasped on her +breast; but even when the rest of us started for Jabez she didn't move. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap29"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE FINAL RECKONING +</H3> + +<P> +It hurts me inside to see anything plumb beaten. I've hunted a lot, an' +I'm as keen on the trail as a terrier dog an' durin the fight I don't +have no disturbin shudders; but after I've won an' I see the light of +joy an' hope an' freedom fadin' out of eyes that have been so bright +an' fearless, the' 's allus somethin' 'at swells inside o' my breast +an' makes me half sorry 'at all fights can't end in a draw. The' 's one +kind of nature which I never yet was able to figger out, an' that's the +nature that can rub it in on a fallen foe. +</P> + +<P> +Poor old Jabez, I'd judged him an' I'd judges him harsh; but when I saw +him go to pieces there on the padded bench I just seemed to go to +pieces with him. When I saw the strength leave him like the steam from +an engine as the flood reaches its fire-box; when I saw the hands that +thought they was strong enough to shape the future danglin' between his +crooked knees, an' the eyes that had never before asked mercy lookin' +up glazed an' pitiful, why, it felt to me as if I was just tryin' to +send the strength out of my own body into his. Poor ol' Jabez, he was +cast steel to the finish, no spring, just simply rigid an' stiff, till +at last he broke. +</P> + +<P> +But runnin' the universe is no job for a human; every man would choose +to look his best when he's to meet the one woman; but if Jabez had +still been standin' like a rock an' lookin' out at the world through +eagle-eyes the woman at the door wouldn't never have spoke to him. When +she saw him tired an' broken an' heart-sick of life itself, the mother +in her finally tore out all the wrongs o' the past, an' she crossed the +room an' took one of his hands an' said, "George, you mustn't give up, +you mustn't give up now." +</P> + +<P> +Barbie was holdin' his other hand, an' the ol' man looked first from +one to the other while big tears gathered in his open eyes an' rolled +slowly down his cheeks. I tell you it was a touchy sight, an' I was +sweatin' like a fish when ol' Friar Tuck tip-toed over an' put one hand +on my shoulder an' the other on Jim's, an' said: "They'll get along +better without us, boys. Let's just step outside till they call us." +</P> + +<P> +Oh, I tell you that Friar Tuck was a sky-pilot for true! We sneaked +stealthily to the door, passin' ol' Melisse on the way. She was huddled +up on the floor prayin' in Spanish, an' Friar Tuck rested his hand on +her head a second, an' then we went out into the night air—I can taste +my first breath of it yet. +</P> + +<P> +He went over to see how the crowd was doin' in the storeroom, sayin' +that he thought he'd get some eatin'-things under way to sort of ease +the strain—he knew a human all right, the Friar did. Jim an' I walked +out together under the stars, an' I told him my side of it; an' he told +me that he had met Jack Whitman when he was runnin' a gamblin' place +close to the New Mexico line. Whitman ran it on the square an' he had +saved Jim a lot o' money one night, an' then afterwards Jim had helped +to stand off a hold-up gang, an' a strong feelin' had grew up between +'em. Whitman had told part of the story, but made out that Barbie's +mother was his own sister. When she had left Jabez an' the child—I +don't know, myself, just why she left him. It started when she found +out how he had lied to Whitman an' mighty near killed him; but just all +that happened, before she burned out her brand and skipped, I don't +know to this day, but they was both purty high-headed an' nervy in +their youth, an' I've often suspected that Jabez' conscience didn't get +to workin' smooth until after he was left alone with the child on his +hands. It sometimes happens that way. +</P> + +<P> +Well, anyhow, when she had left him she had gone to the southern part +of California, where she'd got a job teachin' school. Whitman had +located her, an' when her health gave out he had sent her money without +lettin' her know where it came from. Whitman had follered minin' till +his wife died, an' then he got to speculatin' in stocks, finally +gettin' cleaned out full an' proper, an' then he started to gamblin' in +earnest. It was from him that Jim had picked up most of his idees about +business an' gamblin'. When Whitman himself had died he had turned +Barbie's mother over to Jim. +</P> + +<P> +She was livin' on a ranch in northern Colorado at this time, on account +of her health. When Jim got cleaned out by the cattle crowd, an' opened +his joint in Laramie, he brought her over to keep house an' be company +for him. He pertended to be the son of a wild uncle she'd had, an' he +fixed up a believable tale to go with it. All the while he'd been at +the Diamond Dot he had supposed that she was Whitman's sister—she went +by her maiden name of Miss Garrison, an' she had never told him her +full story, simply hintin' enough at times to let him know that she had +gone through the mill. +</P> + +<P> +He had never pieced things together until I had sent him my letter, an' +then he guessed how it was, an' puttin' what I told him onto what she +an' Whitman had told him, he saw it all. He didn't know what had made +her leave Judson, or rather Jordan; but he said he was positive it was +his fault, as she was some the finest woman he had ever met, exceptin' +of course her own daughter. +</P> + +<P> +We talked it all over there in the starlight, until ol' Melisse came +an' called us in. I didn't want to go; I was tryin' to cut myself out +of the game entirely an' forget that I even existed; for the' was a cry +in my heart that wouldn't hush, an' I wanted to be alone; but when Jim +insisted I braced up an' went in. +</P> + +<P> +Ol' Jabez looked a heap better, but still shaky; his wife had a tender +half sad smile on her face, while Barbie was radiant with the joy she +had waited for so long; she had kept her father, she had found her +mother, an' she was about to meet—her lover. I saw the Sioux Injuns +doin' the dance once, where they tie thongs through their breast +muscles an' circle around a pole. Every now an' again they'd fling back +their full weight on the thongs, an' their faces would light with +savage joy. That was the kind of joy I felt when I saw Barbie's face. +</P> + +<P> +Her mother smiled into Jim's eyes when he came in, an' Jabez stood up +an' held out his hand. "Do you want to marry her?" he said. +</P> + +<P> +"That's the only wish I have," sez Jim. +</P> + +<P> +"Then she's yours, an' I thank God she's got a true man," sez Jabez, +puttin' Barbie's hand into Jim's. I turned my face away. +</P> + +<P> +The first thing I knew I felt a hand on my shoulder an' another hand +taken' hold of mine. I turned an' looked down into Barbie's face, but I +couldn't bear the light in her eyes. I turned my face away again—an' +my lips were tremblin', the blasted traitors. +</P> + +<P> +But she turned me around until my eyes looked down into hers, an' they +were swimmin' in tears. Her little soft hand clasped my big rough one, +tight an' warm, an' her voice was husky as she whispered, "You—you +won't care much, will you, Happy?" +</P> + +<P> +"No, Barbie," I sez between my set teeth, "not much"; an' by God, I +smiled. +</P> + +<P> +"An', Happy," she went on, "my home will allus be your home, an' +anything that is mine is yours; but my heart ain't mine, ol' pal; an' +so—an' so we can't help it." +</P> + +<P> +"No," I sez, an' I was back in the saddle again this time. "No, little +gel, we can't help it; but we can allus make the best of it; so I vote +that we don't disappoint the crowd; but go on an' have a weddin'." +</P> + +<P> +She backed away from me a little, while her face took the color of a +rose, an' her eyes went to the floor; an' then I turned to Jabez an' +said: "Jabez, I've took a mighty sight off you in my time without ever +puttin' up one little squeal; but if you send this gang away to-night +without a weddin', why, I quit you for good." +</P> + +<P> +The' was all so wrought up that I was about the steadiest in the room; +an' in about two minutes I had 'em lined up, an' the crowd back in +place an' Friar Tuck in full regimentals under the tissha paper bell. +</P> + +<P> +Before we could begin, however. Jabez mounted on a chair an' said in a +new, soft voice: "Friends, in all my life I never told but one black +lie. I may have spoken falsely through ignorance, or to spare sorrow to +my child; but I never fought through the temptation but once, an' got +whipped by it. I told one black lie, an' it was the blackest one ever +told, I reckon. It brought me my money an' my wife; an' my load of +shame an' sin an' contempt—it lost me the best friend I ever had, an' +it led to my losin' my wife for most o' my journey. All my life I've +tried to live down that lie an' to fill every man I met with a +reverence for the truth, an' that's what makes me so blame ashamed of +the way I've treated Dick. I ought to have seen quicker'n anybody else +the kind of a fight he was a-makin', an' pitched in an' helped him +instead of findin' him guilty, on the first suspicion, an' tryin' to +make his life as sour as mine has been. But"—here Jabez put his arm +about Barbie's shoulder, an' looked down on her a moment—"it was all +on account o' this little girl." +</P> + +<P> +Then we all gave a cheer an' Friar Tuck tied the knot, after which +every one opened the sluice-gates o' their hearts an' let the +sociability gush forth in a torrent. I stuck around until the dancin' +began, an' then I flopped myself on a hoss an' rode, an' rode, an' +rode. The air was cool an' crisp as it swept over my face; but it was a +long time before it took the fever out of my blood. Finally I circled +back to of Monody's grave an' got off an' sat there till the sun came +up, fresh an' strong. Ol' Monody had taken the burden 'at had been +handed to him, an' had borne it along to a mighty fire finish; an' it +made me ashamed of myself, so I got to my feet, gave myself a shake, +an' rode back to the ranch house. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap30"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +CHAPTER THIRTY +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE AFTERGLOW +</H3> + +<P> +I didn't look for anybody to be about that early after the night that +outfit had put in; but just before I reached the corral I saw Barbie +an' Jim ridin' slowly toward the stable. They was ridin' close together +an' lookin' into each other's eyes, an' I'm glad to say that even that +soon I felt nothin' but joy in the sight. A little farther on I spied +Jabez an' his wife standin' on a knoll, lookin' at the sunshine, an' +before I reached the house I saw two others swingin' up the trail on a +lope. In a minute I made out Bill Hammersly an' Jessamie. For just one +second I did feel a little bit out o' the world; but by the time they +rode up I was able to welcome 'em with a joke. +</P> + +<P> +"We lost our way," sez Bill. "Is it too late?" +</P> + +<P> +"It's never too late," sez I. "But I'm right down sorry that you didn't +arrive last evenin'. We had about as stirrin' a weddin' here as ever +you see." +</P> + +<P> +"Who was it that Barbie married?" asked Jessamie. +</P> + +<P> +Just then Jim an' Barbie came around the corner o' the house, an' I +sez: "Mr. an' Mrs. Bill Hammersly, allow me to make you introduced to +the Earl o' Clarenden an' his bride." +</P> + +<P> +They was totally devoid of remarks for some time. Jim was the first to +speak, an' he seemed a trifle put out. "What do you mean by such +nonsense, Happy?" sez he. Then they all looked at him on account of him +usin' the tone he had. I turned to Barbie an' sez easily: "I was +tellin' Bill down at Frisco about a month ago that I rather doubted if +Jim here would take the job; but if so be that he wants it, it's open +for him. If not, that Hawthorn thing has the next chance." +</P> + +<P> +I stepped back a few paces after this an' let 'em talk it out. Jim was +the most flabbergasted of any, Barbie looked a little bit frightened; +but Jessamie sez: "If Happy Hawkins sez 'at you're the Earl of +Clarenden, why you might as well give up. He has inside information on +every given subject, an' things don't never happen until he's had his +finger in it somewhere." Jessamie allus was a good feller. +</P> + +<P> +An' that's the way it turned out. Jim an' Barbie went back to Clarenden +on their honeymoon, an' Barbie's taken the lead over there the same as +she'd do anywhere. I stayed right at the Diamond Dot 'cause Jabez +didn't seem able to get along without me; an' I hit work harder than +ever. Now I oversee the Diamond Dot, Jim's place down in the Pan +Handle, which is full stocked an' runnin' easy with the ex-governor's +backin', an' also the ol' Colonel Scott ranch which Bill and Jessamie +fell heir to. +</P> + +<P> +Jim an' Barbie an' the children come back every summer; Bill an' +Jessamie an' their outfit hop in on me most any time, Ches an' his +bunch drop in for a week or so now an' again, an' if I ever do get +lonesome I just sneak my full-dress uniform out o' the hay an' go down +to Frisco for a little easin' off o' the guy-ropes. Oh, I haven't had +to petition to congress to have my name changed; I'm Happy. I'm happier +than any human ever had a right to be, an' life never drags none—at +least not in the daytimes. The' 's dozens o' boys named after me, an' +only the recordin' angel knows how many dogs an' ponies. Take it as a +big gatherin', an' if any one yells, "Happy, you rascal, get out o' +here," Why the' 's a general stampede. +</P> + +<P> +Barbie's allus extra kind to me, as if she still felt that the' was +somethin' left for me to forgive her; but my goodness, the' ain't a +thing. It wasn't her fault—she couldn't never have loved me—not in +the only way I wanted her to. And it ain't my fault—I couldn't help +but love her, an' the' was only one way that I could love her, an' that +was world without end. I'm not sorry I loved her; why, the' ain't +nothin' in life I'd take for this love of mine—and it is mine. The' +ain't nothin' can ever take it away from me, the' ain't nothin' can +ever put a limit to it; an' though it has burned in my heart like fire, +I reckon the worst it has ever done was to burn up the natural-born +evil I started out with. I ain't mean-hearted nor jealous—I can't even +understand it. +</P> + +<P> +I can easy see how a feller would kill a man for ill-treatin' the woman +he loved; but I can't see how he could marry a girl who didn't love him +with all her heart. An' Jim, he's been square. They're happy, an' I +stand afar off watchin' 'em; an' some way when I'm out in the +starlight—when it seems that I ain't lyin' on the earth at all, but +floatin' slow an' easy like an eagle restin' on his wings—I seem to +share in their love, an' I don't seem to grow old. +</P> + +<P> +I don't reckon I ever will grow old, 'cause love is—love is—some way +MY love is like the starlight itself; an' the starlight don't scorch +an' weaken an' pester like the sun; it soothes an' softens an' lifts a +man up where it's calm an' steady and—and pure. +</P> + +<P> +The longer I live the fonder I grow o' the stars. It don't take as much +sleep for me now as it used to, an' I never was dopey; so the' 's +mighty few nights 'at I don't have a little visit with 'em. I know now +'at they keep whirlin' an' circlin' away up there; but they never +deceive a body. You can allus keep track of 'm, an' when the seasons +change an' you can't see 'em for a while, you know 'at they're tendin' +to their duties just the same; an' somehow it kind o' holds a man to +the trail when the trail is gettin' rougher than he thinks he can stand. +</P> + +<P> +I've got a heap o' friends, men an' women of all kinds; an' when they +come to me ragin' an' bitter, I just take 'em out an' show 'em the +stars; tell 'em the ones who are about to go on a long journey, but who +will come back again when they're due, an' not a minute late. The' 's +something about the stars 'at allus seems to take the wickedness out of +a human. I've had 'em come to me—men an' women both—with murder in +their hearts; but after we've visited a while with the stars they +either sigh or sob—but they allus go away clean an' rested. +</P> + +<P> +It's a funny notion; but sometimes I feet like as if I'd like to be a +star myself; away up above the worry an' selfishness of the world, an' +helpin' to bring peace an content to those who look up to me. It's a +funny notion—especially for a feller what's follered the trail I have. +</P> + +<P> +Me an' the preachers lock horns purty often; but they're all right, +most of 'em, when you treat 'em like humans an' make 'em play fair. One +of 'em happened out here on a visit, to sort o' rest up, an' he called +me some kind of a Persian name an' read me a little book called The +Other Wise Man. I reckon I know that book, all except the big names, by +heart; an' if one of my stars would ever cut out o' the herd an' go +off, slow an' stately on a new trail, why I'd foller that star—God +knows I'd foller; an'—I wouldn't let on to no one else except +you—but, way down, deep in my heart, I'm hopin' that sometime I'll get +the chance. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR><BR> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Happy Hawkins, by Robert Alexander Wason + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HAPPY HAWKINS *** + +***** This file should be named 3705-h.htm or 3705-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/7/0/3705/ + +Produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team. 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