BUTTERNUT BUTTERNUT JONES. BUTTERNUT JONES A LAMBKIN OF THE WEST BY TILDEN TILFORD NEW YORK D. APPLETON AND COMPANY MCMIV COPYRIGHT, 1903, BY D. APPLETON AND COMPANY PublisJied November, 1903 T574 but Co KARL HENRY LOGUE WHOM I HAVE LONG LOVED, WHOSE NEFARIOUS SCHEMES HAVE BEGUILED ME INTO MANY EXPLOITS, FROM TEACHING A SUNDAY-SCHOOL TO CRUIS ING AMONG PIRATES, BUT NEVER INTO WRITING BOOKS, I PRESENT THE GENTLE BUTTERNUT T. T. M597423 CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGI I. A PRAIRIE MATINEE . * . i II. THE LAMBKIN AND THE LADY ... 20 III. "GENERAL CUSTER" 34 IV. TROUBLE ON THE TWIN BAR. ... 51 V. THE RIVER ROAD 67 VI. CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL . . 78 VII. KING o THE PLAINS ...... 104 VIII. TREACHEROUS MOONLIGHT 116 IX. THE GREEN FORK DANCE . . . .130 X. A PREVIOUS INCIDENT 14? XI. THE TWIN BAR HAS A VISITOR . .154 XII. CATHERINE TAKES THE SADDLE . . .179 XIII. THE UPPER FORD 193 XIV. THE SENATOR MAKES A PURCHASE . . 209 XV. "NEVER A WORD OF LOVE!" ... 225 XVI. OKLAHOMA 239 XVII. THE LONG, GRIM LINE 251 XVIII. AT THE BLAST OF A BUGLE .... 262 XIX. BILLY is GALLANT 271 vii CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE XX. "!F I WERE GOING TO BE HANGED!" 275 XXI. THE LAMBKIN SEES HUMOR .... 283 XXII. A FEW HOSTILITIES 293 XXIII. THE PASSING OF A WHIPPOORWILL . 301 XXIV. THE SOUNDS OF A DIRGE . . . .310 XXV. THE TURTLE MAKES A SPEECH . .321 XXVI. IN MISSOURI 336 XXVII. BALANCE ALL! 350 viii BUTTERNUT JONES CHAPTER I A PRAIRIE MATINEE THE Lambkin s cabin stood first on the left of the lane as you went toward the house. It was without architectural ornament, being built on the same simple plan as the cook s and the other cowboys quarters, but you would know it in a crowd. It may have been the wild-rose vine, climbing the wall by the little east window, or the double row of larkspurs running from the door and airily enclosing a spotless walk, which gave it dis tinction; it is only known that there was something about Butternut s abode which pleasingly arrested the eye. The Lambkin! Butternut! Where did he get these? The last he had brought with BUTTERNUT JONES him on the day he anchored at the " Circle- B"; the other had been plastered to him during his first month of service, and though he had early given the lie to its fitness, he was too late, for it had grown to him, and he can never lose it now. It may be that the very paradox helped to keep it in place, such are the surprising ways of the West. From East Texas he hailed, which is as different as Massachusetts from the cattle country, but having passed his latter years at a Middle State college, you would hardly have gathered that he was from the pine- woods. Tender in years and greener than spring in his new field, he had arrived in quest of a veteran s place and honors. Hav ing worked his way through school, by the same process he proposed to eventually con trol a ranch or two, and it was this lamb-like confidence, this superb innocence, that first stupefied, then fascinated the foreman into taking him on trial. Within a week it was learned that his extreme fastidiousness came not from weakness, and that his smooth, quiet manners and gentle, elastic speech arose from neither timidity nor the arrogance of conceit. 2 A PRAIRIE MATINEE At the end of a month, enrolled as a regular, he had, with that ready adaptation which was part of his nature, assumed the cowpunch- er s garb, while he talked " hawss " like a native, his speech, rarely faulty as to gram mar, beginning to flow in the soft twang of stock-land. But while frequently in jocular mood, and playfully reviling his fellows, never did he lose that veneering of quiet, de licious reserve. His care for appearances was shown in a hundred ways by the use of his razor thrice a week, as well as the way he groomed his pony, by the cleanliness of his dress, by the polish of his spurs; but had all these things not done so, the fact that he owned a library of twenty volumes would have brought him fame in the land. His " calico " pony was the sleekest of the fold, and though he was never flashy, his neckties were known as far east as the Big Arkansas. It has been said that his cabin was pleas ing to see, but on the occasion now in mind " Scotty " was not out to inspect either the rose-bush or the larkspurs. He was inside the Lambkin s shanty, for the reasons that the night was heavy and the weather was wet, and 3 BUTTERNUT JONES he had been some hours in bed. (As the dis trict physician, living at the Circle-B, Scotty had privileges.) Across the room, by the west window, he had been sleeping until, along toward midnight, the cowboy had calmly driven a legless boot rgainst the wall, over his head. As Scotty sat up with a wrench, a soft metallic drawl came clearly through the gloom, above the riotous swish of the rain: " I think there s somethin clawin on our door." Scotty was about to suggest that by mak ing less noise he could probably assure him self on the point, when the next words re proached him. The Lambkin was feeling along the wall toward the candle on the table among his books, as he said: " My apologies to you, sir, but I didn t want you to take me for an intruder. You might have disfigured me." He had lit the candle now, and as he moved his shadow from the door there came a wild scratching on the outer side, followed by a long, low whine of melancholy. At once he went to the door and let a wanderer in A PRAIRIE MATINEE out of the storm, getting a severe wetting for his pains. For the rain was coming with the wind and sweeping with fury through every crack and crevice. So Butternut, when he turned from the door, was right thoroughly drenched, while " Snuffles " was wetter than the drowned. The cowboy had merely smelt of the storm ; the dog had lived in it so many hours. Butternut, clearing away his books, lifted the animal on to the table, and inspected him with critical eye. He was a coarse breed of Skye terrier, about half grown and most un promising to look at, but he had the Lamb kin s sympathy from the start. His wet hair was blacker than the night out of which he had come, and dripping smooth on his strangled body, shone and glistened in the flare of the candle. At first he appeared em barrassed, but anxious to make friends, and presently he ran snuffling about the table, shivered, and put his icy muzzle in the Lamb kin s face. Though the howling wet breath outside was but middling cool, he had dwelt in it long enough to get a chill, and as, un like Butternut, he could not shed his clothes, 5 BUTTERNUT JONES Scotty took the rag-barrel from its corner, kicked it into staves, and started a blaze for his accommodation. Then he gave him a biscuit, smuggled from the supper-table, and the animal ate handsomely, snuffling his thanks. " Where do you s pose he blew from? " questioned the Lambkin, as the wanderer snoozed before the fire, his nose on his paws. Scotty shook his head. He had picked up a broken collar, slipped from the traveler with his entrance, and now flung it on the table, its nickel tag toward the light. " You ve been hungerin for romance, Lambkin; I think you ve got it here," he said. Butternut seized the leather and inspected the tag eagerly. Certain confidences Scotty had enjoyed by reason of a steady and cordial association (he frequently passed the night in the other s shanty, for he loved his conversa tion and books) told him that the Lambkin, in coming West to be a cowboy, had expected a certain reward in the excitement or ro mance which he had imagined the new life and scenes would bring. Only yesterday he had confided to Scotty his disappointment in 6 A PRAIRIE MATINEE this respect. More than once had the doctor surprised in him a maiden-like sentiment, and now as the cowboy scanned the name-plate on the leather, the flush which his compan ion s words brought suffused him to the eyes. " Catherine Cloud," he pronounced, with relish. " Another stranger Miss Catherine, the * oldest inhabitant don t know you. The plot deepens." He hung the leather on the corner of a picture, and, moving to the window, peered out into the howling night. " I trust she s not abroad in this weather; but nothin can be done till daylight." However, before returning to bed, he stood a candle at each window. The next morning they found Snuffles, awake before them, familiarizing himself generally with the " lay " of the cabin. But ternut had laid his boots horizontally on the puncheon floor, and finding the pup up to his middle in one of them, took him gently by the tail. But Snuffles, with a smothered yelp, only explored the deeper into the tun nel, as though bent on finding another outlet. Then Butternut, yanking him out bodily, de- 7 BUTTERNUT JONES livered a terrific shriek and kicked the boot into a remote corner. For Snuffles had been slaying a centiped, and nothing could spread more terror through the Lambkin than one of these numerous-legged reptiles. He ac cordingly petted and praised the pup, and the two became friends for all time. It was not long afterward that he made Snuffles his ad jutant and began taking him out to hunt for lost yearlings. Meanwhile, never a word from the adju tant s mistress! The Lambkin s inquiries went wide, extending as far north as the Staked Plains and eastward along the rails of the Southern Pacific, but, as he had guessed, the " oldest inhabitant " knew naught of Catherine Cloud or of Snuffles s origin. True, the somnambulistic agent at the railway sta tion, ten miles distant, said that he had either witnessed or dreamed how a small black dog escaped from a baggage-car one rainy night, but there had been no " short " report from the crew confirming this fantasy; and But ternut shrank from connecting a railroad with the affair, suggesting, as it did, that the fair unknown might be dwelling two thou- 8 A PRAIRIE MATINEE sand miles away. Thus the weeks went by until it seemed doubtful if his romance would ever grow beyond a strip of leather suspended across the corner of a picture. The adjutant, maturing rapidly, soon grew into a coarse-haired dog of under size, but though of singularly discouraging aspect, was wonderfully keen and appreciative. But ternut, regarding him always with admira tion, said it was the stock of his ancestors creeping out. He found many names for the five-eighths of him which was not terrier, fa voring of course the nobler breeds, such as St. Bernard, Mastiff, or Great Dane, and adapting these in an amazing way to the par ticular exploit in mind. Snuffles developed into a valuable hand among the steers. Not on the grand round up, where his lack of endurance would have counted him out, but in the every-day gather ings of a few cows and a few yearlings, which came up as incidents. Being clever and quick with his legs, he could dodge in and out among a cluster of steers with a rapidity that was dazzling. He came so near to being everywhere at the same time that it was diffi- 2 9 BUTTERNUT JONES cult to dispute it, though never a hoof nor horn struck him. They often tickled his ears, or brushed the bristles of his scrubby neck, but he inevitably escaped. Butternut once vowed that he had seen Adjutant Snuffles, while endeavoring to flank a galloping two- year-old, pass under the animal s belly with out ruffling a hair, but of that there is a doubt. He was always so fond of the adjutant that it is likely there were times when he overdid his praise. One noonday they went into the hills back of the ridge field, and from there into the prairie that lay behind the hills. Rumor had reached them that a bunch of a hundred or more wild steers had been seen heading south ward by Skull Creek, and it was possible that a few of the Circle-B brand were among them. If so, Butternut, aided by Adjutant Snuffles, would cut them out and change their course toward the uplands. " Terrapin," the calico pony, moved at a rhythmic gait over the plain, and the dog gamboled gleefully beside him. The Lamb kin rocked easily in the saddle, and looked with pleased eye at the country round. He 10 A PRAIRIE MATINEE had seen it all before, but for some reason, on this particularly fine afternoon, it seemed fresh to him, and he rejoiced to be abroad. Occasionally he whistled or sang, or smote his pony in the flank, and once he bent over like a greenbrier and catching the adjutant by the slack of his hide, hoisted him banteringly in the air. Soon a line of brown knolls ruffled the horizon ahead, and he knew that beyond them lay the creek. The adjacent valley was spot ted with many cattle, and the drove he was seeking he hoped to find within a mile or two of the ford. Presently leaving the worn trail, he journeyed diagonally across the plain, Snuffles whisking blithely in advance, and a quarter of a mile in this direction brought them to the top of the last rise before the creek, over which the Lambkin rode briskly, sweeping at a lively lope into the valley. The level, as he had expected, was dotted with stock of many brands, but to these he gave no attention. His gaze at once skirted the belt of cottonwoods lining the stream to where, in a bend in the timber, were gathered the wickedest collection of " long- orns " he ii BUTTERNUT JONES had seen in many days. Large, lean, and low browed, they were the very meanest of all the mean breeds, their brand, the " Cross-S," being long notorious from its association with vicious stock. Butternut was on the point of reining in his steed when disaster was brought upon him by a song. The musical " kick-rick " of a giant grasshopper, wheeling his sidewise flight, smote the air suddenly, and the bronco, shying in affright, bundled violently to the earth. The Lambkin lay morosely on the ground the next instant, with a helpless leg under him, and knew even before he stirred that he was unable to rise. A grinding pain shooting the length of his body, bade him lie still, and this he did, save his head, which he lifted in time to see the calico pony limping toward the creek and his big sombrero, cir cling away on edge, settle crown upward a dozen yards from him. And now began a most untimely business. Scarce a minute had elapsed since the mishap before one of the Cross-S steers espied him, but gave him no particular heed. When next the animal looked, however, Butternut ftad 12 A PRAIRIE MATINEE remained so mysteriously still that he ogled his head suspectingly. Finally, a stupid wonder taking hold of the brute, he fixed his wicked gaze on Butternut and held it there. Then another caught his look, and that was two, then another, which made three. Now every one knows, in the cattle coun try, that there is something about a strange and silent object on the plain especially when it is obviously alive which excites be yond all understanding the average " long- orn." If still and sinister enough, such an object can fill him with mingled curiosity and fear, and finally, if he be of a certain vicious species, he becomes enraged from sheer terror, and then he is a bad customer, known not infrequently to challenge tradi tion and attack men. The Lambkin knew this perfectly, and he knew also that he had left his pistol, in its holster, hanging on a peg at home; and as one after another of the steers looked his way, then eyed him fixedly, then came a step nearer, he began to feel a keen mental discomfort which came not from the suffering in his leg. 13 BUTTERNUT JONES Unable to stir without racking with pain, he had lain motionless, regarding the curious cattle with listless gaze, but the peril of his predicament now flashing upon him, his look became steadfast. By no means, however, was he yet afraid. Too long was he accus tomed to having cattle of all ages yield to his hand. But despite this confidence, he was soon employing the tactics of the desperate, which is to laugh. Then he knew he was afraid. He strove to persuade himself that the hovering steers were like so many mon keys trying to appear ferocious. They looked ridiculous, he argued, ogling him in that manner. One giant bull in particular amused him by coming up in advance of his comrades and gazing at him with an expression of pro- foundest stupidity. He felt like getting up and twisting this fellow s tail. Strange, though, he thought, that none of them could divert their eyes from him, and strange, too, that they should continue to come nearer. The foremost of the brutes were now scarcely twenty yards away, and he saw that instead of terror the frenzy of the baffled was in their gaze. No longer able to deny his peril, he A PRAIRIE MATINEE began to strike his hands upon the earth and to jabber insanely at the sky. A wild fear went hammering at his breast, bewildering him with a sensation which he hated and bat tled to keep away. The cattle crowded near er, swelling in number until all the horizon seemed filled with horns glistening horns that bristled uglily horns that were keen and polished and deadly. Butternut looked into the eyes of the for ward steers, and thought the afternoon was stiflingly hot. The sun streamed relentlessly upon his bared head, and as the fever struck him, an awful invisible weight seemed to be crushing him into the sod. With swollen eyes he looked again at the bristling steers, and saw that they had come closer closer. Not even the ending of the world, he thought, could stop their advance. Raising himself on his shoulder, he swore at them bitterly, finishing with a groan at the twinge of an guish incident to the movement. Then the fever and the pain and the frenzy sent him delirious. The air grew heavy with a strange mist, evolving presently into curtains of gray fog which floated in folds and through which BUTTERNUT JONES everything leaped and fell and floundered drowningly. He was lost in a billowy sea, amid writhing fantastic shapes. Or was it one gigantic dragon, with numberless horns and legs? Before he could decide, the objects dwindled into tiny yellow spots, which were joined by others until there was a great swarm, and at times they went crowding everywhere, rushing and tumbling in tangled ranks and files, then they would all swing into one huge yellow ball which zigzagged de moniacally on his vision and came bowling down upon him alone! His head went IOW T and lay upon the sod. A planet sat on his shoulders, crushing him to the center of the earth. But Adjutant Snuffles by this time had grown curious. He had gone no farther than the creek, where, halting in the hollow under the cottonwoods, he wondered what was de taining the procession. Having been far in advance at the time of the mishap, the inci dent had escaped his notice; accordingly, after some moments of patient waiting, he returned to the level and searched the land scape for information. Across the open the 16 A PRAIRIE MATINEE full significance of Butternut s plight would have been clear to a calm man s eye, but the adjutant s comprehension gathered nothing more than that it was some kind of a game. He accordingly cast about for his part in the play, which was not apparent until his eye fell a second time on the Lambkin s sombrero lying crown up in the open. Then his pur pose became clear he must annihilate this thing. He had despised and hated it ever since Butternut hung it over his eyes and made him wear it twice around the yard, so to destroy it was clearly the only thing to do. It happened, therefore, that the adjutant, his white teeth gleaming expectantly, dashed across the level and fastening fiercely upon the big hat, began to shake it in the manner of his breed when engaged in a bout with rats. But this was no barn-yard task. The sombrero, of the texture of leather, refused to be demolished, and all the adjutant could do was to swing it viciously about, and bear ing it banner-like, run rapidly back and forth. Presently it occurred to him that the cam paign might be waged to better advantage on higher ground, and he ran up the hill looking 7 BUTTERNUT JONES west. Along its summit he sped, swinging the banner everywhere, until finally it caught the eye of a sunburnt horseman in leggings who, in the company of a lady, had ridden into view down by the ford. " Splinter my stirrups! " said this man, as rising on his gaunt legs, he regarded the mo tions on the hill very curiously. He was Foreman Jimsey of the " Twin Bar," engaged upon the important mission of escorting a strange and handsome young woman from the railroad station to his headquarters. Now Jimsey knew the adjutant well, and beholding his singular actions, was disposed to make inquiry. He therefore addressed a few hurried words of apology to the lady, and wheeling eagerly from the trail, approached the top of the knoll at a gentle lope. Soon he was near enough to identify the object in Snuffles s grasp, and this so deepened his con cern that he quickened pace to a swift gallop. " Curyis almighty curyis," said he. As for the adjutant, his one desire in life being to demolish that which he had so long despised, he was too much engrossed to even see Jimsey as he swung over the hill. Im- 18 A PRAIRIE MATINEE mediately, however, he paused as the sound of rapid shots smote the slope, and with his forefeet in the pest and the tough brim fast in his teeth, turned to view the valley. Foreman Jimsey was riding like mad, and firing his big pistol into the Cross-S ranks. So close was he that, bending low to a level with their horns, he could lash the weapon along the face of the front line. They swerved, bellowing, and some, bitten by bul lets, flinched, but again he crowded them furiously until the funnels of smoke reached their eyes. They wavered an instant, which gave him the field, and wheeling and stooping in the stirrups, he lifted Butternut by the belt. He rode next in a half-circle, then in a straight line, bearing out and away, and it was then the adjutant howled. As they swept up the slant toward him, he ceased his onslaught on the sombrero, discovering a frantic inter est in these new movements. CHAPTER II THE LAMBKIN AND THE LADY THE spectacle of her late escort galloping toward her with a man across his saddle, and a dog and a pony trailing after him was some thing which the young woman waiting by the ford viewed with round and wondering eyes. The Lambkin, on a blanket in the shade, was laid close by the creek, and under fre quent and copious applications of water was quick to revive. And upon opening rational eyes and observing, instead of a menacing line of horns, a serious-eyed and smartly dressed young woman sitting by him, the effect upon him was battery-like. Here was romance, indeed, beyond his most fantastic imaginings. Jimsey, with saplings, thongs, and the skill of an Indian, was contriving an " am bulance " a little way up the bank, while the 20 THE LAMBKIN AND THE LADY three ponies browsed tranquilly in the adja cent bushes. The alert adjutant, having by accident frightened a dozing turtle into the water, was barking importantly at the spot where it had disappeared. The Lambkin s first move told him that his leg was not for use, but through the re sulting pain he gave the girl a weary smile. " You seem to have the best of me, ma am." She made a little commanding gesture. " You must keep very, very still," she said, and tried to get a stern note in her voice. " Oh, I wasn t goin to stampede," he said, assuringly. " At least not without lettin you know. What s Jimsey makin ? " " He s fixing a stretcher to get you home." " Yes! Then while we re waitin , ma am, if it s all the same to you, I ll introduce my self. My name is Jones Charley Jones." He looked at her in such an innocently expectant way that she flushed, hesitated, then said, simply: " Miss Thurston." He knew that it was not embarrassment 21 BUTTERNUT JONES that had made her hesitate, for she had the confident bearing of one bred in the cities and accustomed to talking with men. " You re not long in these parts, Miss Thurston," he drawled, politely. " I got here only to-day from Kansas City. Mr. Jimsey met me at the station." " You visitin on the Twin Bar? " He talked well for a cowboy, she thought, and she liked, too, the cleanliness of his polka- dot tie. " Not socially," she answered. " My uncle, in Missouri, is thinking of buying the place, and sent me down to inspect it." Then, reading the further questioning in his gaze, she went on : " He depends a good deal on me in such matters, spending all of his time in politics, and I really know more than he does about business and values." The Lambkin suppressed a strong inclina tion to whistle. " Well," he said, deliberatingly, " I hope you ll buy it. How does the country suit you what you ve seen of it? " " I am much pleased, except that it looks dreadfully lonesome. But I suppose that is 22 THE LAMBKIN AND THE LADY because one can see so far on the plains. Do you never get tired living here?" " Never. It s as near the center of the earth as Rome." She smiled quizzically. "What do you know about Rome?" The Lambkin flushed as he said, evenly: "Not a great deal, ma am; but I ve seen it once on the map ; and since they built the pyramids there I ve tried to keep in touch with the place." She fidgeted. " You don t talk like a college-bred man." " I can talk better on a pinch, ma am." He was smiling, and she fidgeted again. This quiet man with a drawl and a broken leg was too much for her. " Why do you wish we would buy the Twin Bar? " " Well, I think you d make a good neigh bor, and that we could entertain you. We ve got some powerfully distinguished folks on our place Bismarck, Spartacus, and Gen eral Custer " "Mercy! Who are they?" " They re a bear, a bull, and a goat. Bis* 23 BUTTERNUT JONES marck and the General belong to us, but Spartacus, he just comes around and boards occasionally. If you settle here, you ll have to pay em a visit. You ll like them amaz- in ly, and you ll interest them because you re a most interestin young woman." She looked quickly to see if this was im pudence, but his face was all frankness. " I suppose I ought to thank you," she said; " but why do you think I m interest ing? " "Well," drawled the Lambkin, "partly because you re a prospective neighbor, and partly because you ve lied to me." She colored violently to the hair, while he went on, serenely: " You called yourself < Miss Thurston ! " "Indeed!" " You should have said * Catherine Cloud !" She did not know whether to look help less or defiant. " Haven t you seen anything round here that belongs to you?" he asked, gently. " You mean the dog < Boodler ? " " We call him Snuffles, ma am. The 24 THE LAMBKIN AND THE LADY way you looked at him told me he was an old friend of yours. He s grown considerably, and has lost his collar, but you recognized him. Would you like to take him to-day, ma am? " She could not know how much this cost him, he said it so lightly. Before she could reply, Jimsey, with a knowing smile and the remark, " I notice ye re introduced," had led the calico pony, drawing the ambulance, between them. He had hitched Terrapin to a couple of poles, as to the shafts of a buggy, and stretched a blanket between in a way that made a not uncomfortable conveyance. He now gath ered the Lambkin in a roll and placed him gently on the stretcher, then, glancing casu ally at the sun, turned to the girl with regret in his face. " I m sorry I can t finish the journey with you, miss, but it s only an hour s ride, and you can make it easy fore sundown. The trail is plain, and I trust you re not afear d to try it alone." " By no means," she said, quickly. " I only hope you ll get him to a physician as 3 25 BUTTERNUT JONES soon as it s possible or to some one who can manage him," with a vengeful glance at Butternut. " Jimsey," he drawled, irrepressibly, " she was afraid I d jump a tree." The foreman led her pony to her and assisted her to mount. " There s only one fork, miss," he called, as she rode splashing across the ford and ascended the opposite bank, " where you take the south road. Tell the boys they needn t look for me till morn- in ." To the Lambkin, as she disappeared beyond the horizon of the bank, he added, warmly: "There s a monstrous peart gal." She had made no move toward taking charge of Snuffles, and as the cowboy was not particular that she should, he had not men tioned the matter again. Jimsey s praises had only begun. For the first three miles, as he led the injured Butter^ nut on his strange vehicle over the back trail, he talked of nothing save this young lady from Missouri, her mission, and the little of her history that he knew. Whether this was due to a strong friendly interest in her (it could not have been more, for Jimsey was 26 THE LAMBKIN AND THE LADY already a much involved and thoroughly sat isfied husband) or to his simple desire as a loyal neighbor to give Butternut the news, is not known, but it is certain that no topic could have been more to the Lambkin s choice. It may be, too, that the foreman, who felt himself a born match-maker, with that marvelous perception inevitable with the spe cies, had scented in the air certain delightful possibilities. One of his earliest remarks after leaving the ford seems to sustain this view: " Lambkin, if I was single and know d as much as you about things besides stock, I ain t so all-fired certain t I wouldn t set up to her!" Butternut sought to elaborate on this joke. " You think there d be a chance, Jimsey? " he said, with innocent earnestness. Now Jimsey of course knew that this was the young woman whose name Butternut had been putting at the end of a question and whose dog he had been caring for these last three months, and nobody, he thought, could want a better start than that. " Chaince, Lambkin! Chaince! Why, 27 BUTTERNUT JONES I m blamed if you ain t got a double-girted cinch and a down-hill pull! And ain t she a lily-queen? Well, I should jedge. Ye see, I know d she was comin cause Boss and her uncle been keepin the mails hot for two months, and last week come a letter sayin he was sendin his secretary and niece, i Miss Catherine Cloud I come nigh jumpin clean out o my spurs at the name to look over the place, with full authority to close, subjeck of course to their lawyers approvin the papers. Well, of course they was a chaince o there bein two ladies o the same name, so after meetin her this mornin I kept sorter quiet till we d traveled a mile or so, then I said, mighty casual: * Your dawg s been in this section some time, ain t he? and you orter seen her face. It lit up like fire works, and then she told me how the dawg was given her by some friends in Los Angeles she was visitin , how she lost him from the cyars on the way home, and how he must have eat up his tag, for she never got track of him. Then I told her all about you Your leg hurtin , Butternut?" The Lambkin had groaned. 28 THE LAMBKIN AND THE LADY " Jimsey Jimsey, you didn t hint that I d been lookin for her? " He adroitly reasoned that she would at tribute his anxiety not so much to return the dog as to see the owner, which, being true, was something he of course preferred to con ceal. " Lambkin," said the foreman, in a pained voice, " you mustn t take me for a centiped. I jest told her you was a gradgit, and that you d been takin monstrous good care o her dawg nothin more." Butternut could now understand why a sudden playful whim could have caused the girl, knowing him as her dog s keeper, to withhold her name. " She s mighty well fixed," persisted Jim sey. " Her uncle is a senator or somethin or other, and buys ranches for pastime. You better set up to her." The Lambkin laughed uncontrollably. " Jimsey, you ve done a whole lot for me to-day, but I m obliged to say you re a damn fool." Nevertheless, he had found something not unpleasant in Jimsey s remarks, and they set 29 BUTTERNUT JONES him to musing in a sort of whimsical fash ion. He believed he had read in the girl s eyes that she was a long way from him, but that did not prevent him from dwelling with relish on the thought that he had passed a half-hour with her in right friendly converse. He began to wish that he had made more of himself at twenty-six than a cowpuncher, and to wonder if in the game of life, so far as he had traveled it, he could not have played to better advantage. His standards had suddenly become what he supposed were the standards of this girl from Missouri, and in the pigeon-holes of his past he went delv ing for an excuse for his splendorless show ing. There came to his mind that period when, by managing the principal s corre spondence and wielding a labored nightly pen in the interest of a few country journals, he had made his way to the end of the college term. Colorless days were they sometimes, when his only luxury was butternuts, and that because they made no demand on his purse, his access to the master s store (sup plied by a thoughtful gentleman in Ohio) enabling him to keep his pocket and stomach 30 THE LAMBKIN AND THE LADY filled when other ways were scant. His jocu lar companions, when they named him, had never suspected that frequently he had noth ing more to eat. The way he had surmounted obstacles in the old days showed that he had had ambitions and delusions, but it was cer tain that these had not troubled him through later years, while his poverty had continued to flourish nobly. And what would she say to that? Thus unconsciously and most pre sumptuously he involved the girl from Mis souri in his fancies as he journeyed with a broken leg over the plain. It was three weeks, despite Scotty s best offices, before the Lambkin left his bed, and six before he again bestrode the calico pony. A lover of books, however, the whole inert period was like a holiday to him, save when Jimsey rode the twenty miles once a week to see him. That gentleman s visits, Scotty gath ered early, were as much a source of exasper ation as of pleasure to the patient, though the young doctor never stayed to hear some of the matters reported on by the garrulous foreman. At certain points of their talk Scotty would withdraw to water the larkspurs or feed the BUTTERNUT JONES bear Bismarck, and more than once, reenter- ing the room, was he just in time to see the departing Jimsey catch on his elbow a copy of Vanity Fair, or an equally heavy volume, intended for his head. " Captain Kitty," as she was becoming known throughout the section, had bought the Twin Bar, and her uncle was expected down from Missouri in September. She had made no changes on the rolls, and Jimsey thought her the sun, moon, and stars of the range, save on one subject Butternut. The simple foreman was disappointed at her ap parent lack of interest in the cowboy, which he could not understand, and it tried his heart not to be able to say on his weekly visits, " Lambkin, she asked about you." Once only, a month after the incident at the ford, had she mentioned him, and then it was to ask the foreman casually if the cowboy he had taken home that day on a stretcher ever got well. And Jimsey, swearing under his breath, had been tempted to say that he had died, just to see if her face would not show that she had been " puttin on " a little. As for the Lambkin, he would have been 32 THE LAMBKIN AND THE LADY surprised indeed had she sent to the Circle-B any particular inquiries about him. Her maidenly reticence was in perfect accord with his very high opinion of her, and he would have even been disappointed at any expressed interest on her part. It was this keener appreciation which so provoked him with the senseless Jimsey. CHAPTER III " GENERAL CUSTER " " SPARTACUS," King o the Plains, came with a soft roar from the underbrush. His great brindle eyes, gleaming wickedly in the firelight, looked over the shoulder of Butter nut, who was nearest. His back, which it took a tall man to see over, hid half the horizon. " Wow! " cried the Lambkin, with a mo tion toward his belt. McCormick, the giant, stared helplessly at the stars. " Don t ye dare, Lambkin! " he wheezed. " He ain t bellered! " This in a chattering hope. So they waited, breathless, while the king sized them up. Apparently he thought well of them, for he only roared. Had he bel lowed, it would have been time to clear the vicinity, as in that case they feared every inch of his mountainous body. 34 "GENERAL CUSTER" "Wow!" repeated Butternut, in a swift breath. There was silence for a time. Mc- Cormick stood, his back to the fire, stretched with the luxurious sense of a man living again, and looked thoughtfully off into the shadows. The tread of the king came faintly in the short mesquit woods. It was months since the bull had been seen in the neighborhood of the Circle-B, and Talbot, the foreman, and his cowboys, who in other days had been taught to go about with weapons at half-rest and a wary eye on the landscape, had begun to take cheer in the belief that he had made his home on some distant range. To have him turn up, therefore, in this unexpected way was de pressing. Nobody dared to say they owned him, as to do so would immediately bring them to law in response to an endless list of damage claims, while his brands were too obscured by the scars of combats to show where he be longed. Without question, he was the big gest and wickedest bull in the whole brown country. McCormick had on one or two occasions set out to slay him, but unfortu- 35 BUTTERNUT JONES nately in each case had forgotten it. At least it was supposed that was the way of it, for on no account should it be hinted that the giant was not the man to carry out his inten tions. Most persons were confused when it came to looking Spartacus in the eye. He was so tough and massive that bullets, even if they pierced his flint hide, might have noth ing more than an irritating effect, in which case men were few who would care to be on the same acre of ground with him. The king s horns alone monstrous affairs which he wore with pride were a long his tory of battles, being cracked and chipped from base to tip, while his great shaggy face, battered and scar-marked, told of a life of wickedness and crime. He fought his way from range to range, and the agitation of a stampede was his delight. Talbot and four comrades had been for some days on a ride up the divide, and were nearing home with that sense of peace and restfulness natural to men after a season of hard service. They were serenely figuring upon lying around for a spell, allowing them selves to be disturbed only in case of fire or 36 "GENERAL CUSTER" flood. But this sudden appearance of Sparta- cus threw them into a fever. It was surpris ing, the sense of deep uneasiness which the presence of the bull could put in a man s breast. Not necessary at all that he should be at one s heels. Anywhere in the same gen eral locality was enough. On this occasion McCormick was most affected. He turned presently, breathing through his teeth, and swung a menacing weapon into view. " Fellers, if me and that beast ever meet ag in, it ll be the last time! " " A remark I ve heard once or twice be fore," drawled Butternut, between drafts on a pipe, the puffing of which the excitement had caused him to suspend. " It strikes me you ve just missed a dazzlin opportunity." The giant growled and kicked a stick into the fire. "Yeh don t say! He wuzn t comin fer me, wuz he? I reckon nobody s lookin to murder him." The Lambkin laughed musically. " Of course not. Nobody wants the ad vantage of him. But, say? " 37 BUTTERNUT JONES "Well, say it." The behest was unani mous. " I was just thinkin . S pose he meets the general? " The question, carelessly offered, caught them simultaneously, and silence like a blan ket enfolded them. For a full minute each was lost in speculation. General Custer had come to the Circle-B some weeks before, with mud on his short, straight horns and cactus needles in his beard. From somewhere in the sweeps of the plain he had come, sidling, not timidly, but with the arrogance of a person approaching his own house. Though all visible evidence pointed to his being lost, the fact, if he was conscious of it, gave him no concern. He was an exceedingly serious-minded goat, to whom the permanent loss of his bearings was a circumstance too trifling for notice. The cowboys might have rejoiced more at his arrival had it not been for the ill-man nered way in which he " put up " at the ranch. He did this exactly as if he were boss of the place, ignoring the authority of every one, even to Talbot, who viewed him with a 38 " GENERAL CUSTER" stern eye from behind a corner of the stable, but was forced to flee to the hay-loft for safety. Did any one but regard the general evilly, he would divine it on the instant and come for the particular offender with an arrow-like speed and a marvelously accurate aim. As a consequence the cowboys were continually dodging and leaping from his path, until Talbot declared that their agility excelled anything he had seen them previ ously display, even on the liveliest occasions. For this very prowess, however, at stirring up things, his business-like ways being most diverting, they suffered him to remain, know ing, too, that there could be no particular dis comfort in his presence so long as they be haved themselves and allowed him to run the ranch. They began, then, to watch for his approval before venturing on any moves which might be ill-timed, and it often became a matter of rivalry among them as to who could cross the vacant ground between the house and the corrals with the least show of concern, the general standing meanwhile in the open, his gaze directed quizzically tow ard them, while he chewed placidly a bit of 39 BUTTERNUT JONES broken stirrup-leather or an outcast saddle- girth. It was this characteristic of the goat this stubborn idea with which he seemed to have been born, of having absolute right of way over all living objects, regardless of pro portions which brought him now so strik ingly to the minds of Talbot and his com panions. Since the hour of his arrival he had con ducted himself on this principle, but now from out of the blue North there had come a famed gladiator who, if their paths met and there was any show of officiousness, would demolish him, and the sound of whose voice alone should make him tremble. But therein lay the general s stupidity. He had not the intelligence to tremble at anything, and they knew that he would regard this monarch of the prairies as an insect which a whiff of his breath would cause to fade into the horizon. And when the king should refuse to vanish and ignore his bluster, there would be trouble which, as a matter of course, could only mean the ending of the general. Their anxiety, then, was deep for the " little fellow," whose 40 "GENERAL CUSTER" inexhaustible meanness had made them love him. McCormick especially regarded his peril in a serious light and Spartacus had headed toward the ranch. They struck the trail early next morning, and rode with speed, intending to reach home by noon. The brushwoods stood thinner and thinner as they advanced, dwindling finally to a scattering growth which told them that the prairie was at hand. Toward the end of the morning they emerged upon the broad sweep of rolling plain at the farther edge of which stood the ranch-houses, smaller than blackbirds in the distance. That Spartacus had gone before was evi dent, for occasionally in a soft spot of the trail McCormick would pause to direct atten tion to the marks of the bull s great hoof. Nor was- it long before they came up to him. By the roadside, between two knolls, he was browsing leisurely, from time to time taking a step in the direction of the ranch. McCormick at once called the company to a halt, and said, with earnestness : " Fellers, this hyer s a serious matter. Somebody must hold him back while some- 4 41 BUTTERNUT JONES body else goes V gits the general into a safe place." " Easy enough in part," remarked the gentle Lambkin, with a glance at the king s magnificent horns. " I ll agree to tend to the goat, and " bending with some impatience toward the giant " I s pose you re achin to do the holdin back? " The words stung the giant. He was in the exact mood to take them as a direct af front. He looked savagely at Butternut, and from him to Spartacus, and his mind seemed made up to something. Dismounting, he re moved a long lariat of triple strength from his saddle-horn, his fingers working with vicious swiftness. Then he slid his six- shooter into the saddle-bags, and passed the bridle of his mount to the Lambkin, whose word of restraint sank at once in his throat. " Close up you! " commanded the giant. " I want no interference, and I ll hev none." With a gesture of his fist toward the king: " Me and that animal hev been on ill terms for some time, V it behooves us to settle our account squar . I ll tackle him afoot, n if 42 "GENERAL CUSTER" ye watch close, ye ll see him roped V staked with less trouble V a lame colt." He was clearly at ill temper, and when the giant reached that state no one was in the habit of venturing advice, especially when, as in this case, his anger overbalanced all judg ment. His intention was to lasso the king, drive the picket-pin at the rope s other end into the earth with his heel, and, before the bull could reach him, leap beyond the play of the lariat. Ticklish business, indeed, but that was his plan. His state of mind, too, left him with a reckless desire to make the exploit as hazardous as possible. To show his pre tended contempt for the bull, he deliberately walked in a half-circle around him, halting at the top of the slope beyond a useless maneuver, which left him facing, unmounted and unarmed, the wickedest pair of horns in the Pecos Valley. Spartacus for the moment was tranquil, but the buzzing of a fly was enough to turn the tide of his temper. The giant arranged the noose, and curved his long body into position for the cast, while his mounted audience gave breathless atten tion. The next moment the loop went spin- 43 BUTTERNUT JONES ning a graceful flight, and the audience groaned as it saw that he had not calculated sufficiently for the slope of the land. Spar- tacus, lifting his head at the instant, presented a clear target, but the noose, falling short by a few inches, merely struck him across the nose! Immediately the king lowered his head, while he roared in sudden anger at the giant, who squared himself for the leap of his life. Another roar, then a bellow, and the cowboy, squatting with his hands on his thighs, awaited the lunge. Could he but dodge the first sweep of the horns there would be a fair chance of his reaching his bronco. But a miraculous interruption spared him the effort. The king was on the point of charging when his eye caught a new object, and he hesitated. This object was nothing more than a solemn-looking head, with two straight horns and a wagging beard, which bobbed at this juncture over the summit of the knoll. The general was in a reverie, as usual, and chewed meditatively on a weed, his head cocked sidewise against the breeze. On the brow of the knoll, however, he became 44 "GENERAL CUSTER" suddenly aware that the present moment promised something of greater interest than memories of other days. He regarded the delegation before him with a thoughtful and critical eye. He had the important manner of a new overseer. His beard rose and fell reflectively until he was given the expression of a sage. The audience and McCormick looked at the king. He had paused with the first step of his rush, and was now gazing with curios ity at this venerable citizen who had come so unceremoniously upon his vision. It was not unlikely that he had never seen such a beast before, for in those days goats were few on the Pecos range. Again he started up the slant, and again he came to a halt to look in astonishment at the creature before him. The general, on the summit above, tilted his head at a new angle and looked ever so w r ise. Spartacus roared softly, raking the earth with his front hoof and switching his tail, and McCormick suddenly found himself an outside party to an embarrassing piece of business. Some distance away he assumed a respectful attitude, his chin in his hand. 45 BUTTERNUT JONES Spartacus roared again sullenly perhaps it was the beard that puzzled him so then advanced slowly, bellowing. His head swung lower in the dust, and his great hoof at in tervals pawed the trail, lifting the earth in clouds which showered on his back, cover ing the red and white spots. Whatever this thing this beast with a beard he would annihilate it. But now came an amazing performance. The general stood suddenly on his hind- legs, bleating like a young bully unable longer to restrain himself. Then he waltzed off at an angle, and, doubling sharply from a new quarter, came plump against the big brute s side with the force of a battering- ram. The astounded spectators saw the king stagger and heard his mighty bellow of rage, then the battle was on with a swiftness and fury that took the power of motion from them. A gasp from Talbot, a howl from McCormick, and they were rigid with sus pense. The general assailed his adversary at an gles and from all sides. In a manner rapid and dexterous he evaded the rushes of the "GENERAL CUSTER" king, who charged repeatedly, bellowing and sweeping up the earth in his frenzy. Each thrust of the bull was calculated to end the business, but the goat seemed always in a safe place. The general wheeled and dodged in in numerable circles and squares, and, calculat ing his time to the second, at intervals went in and established his forehead in the enemy s flank. The sound when he did this was like a blow on an empty barrel. And the bull would bellow again furiously, and it would seem that they fought amid smoke, so thick was the dust which rose, fog-like, choking the air until one could but dimly see the combatants and catch faintly the red gleam of the king s eyes. The general was every where in the commotion, wheeling and dodg ing with bewildering speed, and when he periodically landed on his adversary, the re bound was as though he were an object of india-rubber. He feinted and countered and thrust with a skill that was dazzling, and seemed to be following a planned line of bat tle. There was a veteran s generalship on his side, and lumbering overconfidence on the 47 BUTTERNUT JONES part of the bull, who, finding his great strength of so little importance, grew dis turbed in mind and, in consequence, awk ward. His lunges were terrific but ill-timed, and the general evaded them in a manner so scientific as to fairly stupefy the wondering audience. Again and again would the king sweep at him, bellowing, only to swing into space and in the same instant feel the weight of his enemy against his ribs. These repeated persistent bumps were as violent as the blows of a sledge. They began to tell upon the king. Their machine-like regularity grew monotonous. The great horns cleaved the air fiercely, but with less precision. Unable to inspire terror in his antagonist, he became so enraged that his rushes came blindly. As for the general, he gave no sign of weakening. In this tempest of war he was as fresh and unruffled as when enjoying a frolic with the calves at dawn. He now grew zealously aggressive, lest his part in the fes tivities should lag, preceding each telling blow with a playful bleat of challenge. Spartacus finally grew tired. His body swayed uncertainly through the dust-clouds, "GENERAL CUSTER" and several inches of his tongue showed life lessly. Presently the general seemed to take his resistance as a personal affront, and, doub ling into a ball, hurtled himself with the velocity of a thunderbolt against the king s belly. The bellow of the bull was changed to a grunt as this happened, but he whirled heroically in a world of dust which hid for a moment the motions of the conflict. Then out of the tumult there came the sound of a succession of thumps, rapid and regular, and abruptly a pair of immense horns and a mass ive, dust-coated body emerged into the clear air and swung at a jaded pace over the plain. The awestricken horsemen of the Circle- B looked after him until the tallest hair of his back had sunk from view behind a knoll and the silence of the prairies enveloped them. As the dust of conflict lifted, the gen eral could be seen inspecting the vegetation along the slope. "Wow!" said the Lambkin, finally, and there was reverence in his voice. McCormick passed his hand carefully across his brow, as though brushing cob webs from his vision. Then he executed a 49 BUTTERNUT JONES strange, wild dance, chanting as he flung his arms abroad: " Oh, my queen my jewel my primy donner my Lally Rook! Come Oh, come tome!" But bethinking himself, and lest the gen eral should take him at his word, he gained his bronco with marvelous strides, and mount ed with agility and speed. CHAPTER IV TROUBLE ON THE TWIN BAR OVER on the Twin Bar Jimsey had been foreman long before Little Jimsey began to toddle about and take walks with the brindle calf. That had been but a few weeks ago, and the calf was still very young, uncom monly lively, and with the same passion for cookies that had given him his name. A burnt cooky to his eye was a feast, and a brown one a luxury almost as unsurpassable as twenty minutes of his own mother s milk. Small Jimsey, by a private arrangement with the kitchen hands, always carried a sup ply of the dainties in his apron, which in duced Cookies to hover so constantly in his neighborhood that, as a matter of course, they were chums. More, they were the idols, the pride, the delight of Captain Kitty. BUTTERNUT JONES It was a pity the calf grew so fast. They had made a pretty pair when of the same height, waddling everywhere in company, though for that matter they were still a team very pleasing to look at. Small Jimsey would go nowhere without Cookies, and the calf was stubbornly of the same mind toward Small Jimsey, so that to see one singly in the open was as rare as an eclipse. Evenings before dusk always found them on review, and, even when Captain Kitty was not around, there was not a cowboy who cared when they got in his way. In making these rounds they had an important air, and were apparently much concerned over the proper performance of every duty. For there was scarcely a spot about the ranch which they did not daily visit. From the cribs to the cowpens, from the woodpile to the stables, they sauntered, pausing at intervals to amuse each other by tumbling for both were acro bats these exercises always occurring be tween cookies. First Small Jimsey would tumble, then the calf, after some preliminary flourishes, would show him how it ought to have been done, then the boy would tumble 52 TROUBLE ON THE TWIN BAR as before, signifying that he thought his way the better, and Cookies would swing his head negatively and again illustrate his idea of the feat. And Captain Kitty, superintending, would scream uncontrollably. Matters went well until the time came to brand Cookies, when there rose such a howl from Small Jimsey that the irons were never heated. No one could blame him for not wishing to see his chum burned, his blue-and- white side disfigured, though everybody knew what would be the outcome. It was difficult to keep an unbranded calf on the range, es pecially one of Cookies breeding. They started to fence him in, but there came an other howl. Small Jimsey was most unrea sonable. He refused to see any logic in his elders, and was determined that Cookies should have the whole prairie. Captain Kitty iinally gave in to him, and that ended it. The expected happened at the end of just two weeks. Cookies was stolen on a still and moonless night when even the mosquitoes were sleeping. For miles around the cow boys scanned the prairie next morning, but 53 BUTTERNUT JONES twas no use. The calf was " nabbed " in the manner of other " mavericks," and ere this was doubtless numbered in a passing herd, with the map of five counties burned into his hide. Had Small Jimsey been Foreman Jimsey, he would have sworn. As it was, he lay on the floor and bawled systematically. They expected he would subside by noon, but after dinner he took a fresh start, and continued a relentless wail the balance of the day. But Jimsey thought it useless to follow the thieves, as from the trail of their herd they were clearly a good number, and he simply had not the men, all but two of his cowboys being away on errands of importance. So the fore man could only shake his head, while Little Jimsey howled afresh and Captain Kitty lifted her hands in despair. It happened that at this particular wo- ful moment on the Twin Bar, Butternut, re turning from a mission twenty miles north ward, met a company of sinister horsemen driving a bunch of beeves toward the uplands. Turning aside, he gave them a wide road, and, nodding civilly to the drovers, sent a 54 TROUBLE ON THE TWIN BAR careless eye through the herd. He was on the branded side of the bunch, which had nearly passed him when he observed toward the rear an unmarked blue-brindle calf. But though he had seen this animal several times when passing the Twin Bar, and knew it as the beloved of Little Jimsey as well as a favorite of Captain Kitty s, he rode intently in the opposite direction. " Six mavericks besides the brindle," he mused. " I guess they ll do some brandin to-night. Things must be in a stew at Jim- sey s Terrapin, we ll have to take the back trail." This was toward the end of the after noon, and the Lambkin, turning and keeping just out of sight, followed the thieves until they camped for the night, just across Devil s River. His own blanket he spread in a hol low of the hills, about half a mile from the stream. A long, steep ridge stretched on his left and right, limiting narrowly his view of the stars, and between these hills, blown softly up the hollow as he slept, came an odor which aroused him. It was a trifling thing, this 55 BUTTERNUT JONES scent, but coming as it did from scorching hair, it threw the Lambkin very wide-awake. They had begun operations sooner than he had calculated. To Butternut at once was suggested a pretty, if perilous, game. Without further re flection, he took a hitch in his belt, and, feel ing over the ground, gripped the ivory handle of a large revolver. A moment afterward, with the noiseless stride of a specter Indian, he was moving down the hollow toward the river, his stooping figure scarcely visible in the light of the stars. Suddenly an abrupt turning of the paral lel ridges brought into his view the yellow glow of a camp-fire. Thinner than cobwebs was this light, and but for the time of night it might have been taken for the first gray of the dawn by eyes less keen than the cowboy s. In the pale haze he outlined the branches of a bush, which reminded him that the river flowed between. He grumbled a little here. Though the night was warm, the prospects of a swim did not strike him as pleasant. He kept on until presently his head and shoulders bulged from a fringe of chaparral 56 TROUBLE ON THE TWIN BAR over the river, whence he peered into the shadows of the farther shore. Across the stream, and a little to his left, the smoldering fire still glowed, and now he could occasion ally hear the piteous bawl of a brute in dis tress. That they were branding was certain, and he wondered if Cookies had yet been to the ropes. He grinned grimly at the thought, and thrust his head farther over the river in his effort to pierce the gloom. Nothing of definite shape could he see. The night hov ered heavily about his shoulders, and every thing seemed a shadow. The farthermost bank was so black and fantom-like that it might have been some long, dark monster in wait. The river he knew was there from the gurgle of its current and the scent of mois ture spreading upward. He was convinced that a gathering of horses, cattle, and thieves were encamped on the opposite bank, and that few, if any, were asleep. Now and then he glimpsed a dusky figure, pausing an instant in the dull ember-light. He resolved to move toward the glow. Accordingly, he drew off his boots and hung 5 57 BUTTERNUT JONES his sombrero and belt, with the ivory-han dled weapon, in the fork of a bush. Prowl ing for some moments along the verge of the bank, he finally found a descent gradual enough to admit of his reaching the water without the noise of a plunge. Even then he slid guardedly, plowing deep furrows in the clay with his cautious heels. Within another moment he was at the river s edge, and set tling dexterously to his neck in the water, balanced against the current. As he struggled forward the glow from the dim fire deepened to a hue so brilliant that he no longer closed his eyes experimen tally to see if he might lose it. It was an assured reality. Carefully, slowly, he swam onward, planting his strokes deep that there might come no sound save the ripple of the surface eddying and swirling past his ears. But the novelty of the proceeding and the impressive quiet of it all presently took somber hold upon Butternut. Out of so much silence and darkness grew the thought that his hazard ous errand was one of benevolence, and he wondered if he were not having more trouble 58 TROUBLE ON THE TWIN BAR and running longer chances than the object of his mission was worth. He felt for the first time a menacing presence in the dark ness. Along the horizon of his fancy peril was pointing his way. " All for the kid," he mumbled as he swam on. "And Captain Kitty," he came near adding, in spite of himself. Soon he had crossed the stream and began to nose along the bottom of the bank. His movements here were not unlike those of a foxhound mousing along a hedge fence. Presently he stopped, lifted himself clear of the current, and began to cautiously ascend the slant. The gravelly clay loosened in places and rattled down into the water, and at such times he would pause to see if the noise had caused a stir above him. Upward another yard he climbed. The camp-fire shone brighter. With each lifting of his body his view became clearer, while more distinct were the signs of industry on the plain. Listening now, he could readily hear men talking. They spoke at inter vals, and their voices were coarse and low and deep. Butternut found a certain cheer 59 BUTTERNUT JONES in their talk, though it was the speech of foes. " All for the kid," he mumbled again. " And " He added it this time. His forehead and eyes now rose above the brow of the bank, and he looked between a cactus and a bush. The scene was about as he had imagined. The light was thrown dimly where he lay, but was brighter farther on where the fire was flickering smartly. The embers were being stirred. The Lambkin peered eagerly about in the task of making out objects. There were four men around the fire, and he thought he saw another in the shadow beyond. Over to his left a few large bodies were arched irregu larly against the clouds. It was the begin ning of the herd. Then nearer he descried another bulky figure, not so large, which he found it impossible to name. It lay partially between him and the fire. Butternut craned his neck forward in the effort to determine the nature of this object. Suddenly he saw it move. A portion of it turned until against the firelight he glimpsed a profile with which he was familiar. Cookies was con- 60 TROUBLE ON THE TWIN BAR tentedly chewing a weed, and a grateful feel ing took hold of the cowboy as he realized there was time. Meanwhile the men had finished with their last " subject," and were about ready for another. The branding-rods were at proper heat, and the person who was to wield them was getting impatient. " For Captain Kitty," growled Butternut, viciously, as he swung half of his body over on the level. Cookies was hardly three feet away! As the Lambkin stretched forth an arm, on the very eve of victory, an appalling doubt crossed his mind. He must catch a leg indeed, by no mischance must he miss a leg! Then came an instantaneous maneuver, and the commotion began. A quick lunge and a fierce clutch, then a rapid scramble backward. He had seized Cookies by a hind- leg and drawn him sliding to the verge, where a second wrench sent them plunging over the bank together. So powerful was the swing that in their downward flight they scarcely struck the slant, but dropped at once into the river, where, like a boulder, they went to the bottom. Cookies was half-stran- 61 BUTTERNUT JONES gled when they rose, but the Lambkin had closed his mouth, and now swam for both, keeping one arm under the floundering calf s neck and thus holding his nose above water until time to put it under again. And that time arrived quickly, when four furious men with blazing torches came rush ing along the high bank. Butternut at once pulled Cookies under and dived diagonally with the current. Rising for breath, he found they were drifting close in by the op posite shore, beyond the flare of the torches. Cookies was half strangled again, which left him a cumbersome burden, so laboriously they kept afloat. But the Lambkin smiled a wide smile, for his mission was as good as a success, though there were yet times when they were obliged to duck under, as when one of the flaming brands was thrown out over the water. The cowboy heard the men wrangling, and caught some of their talk between dives. " Thunder," said one. " Did ye see it? " asked another. "Sh dsay I did!" " What wuz it? " 62 TROUBLE ON THE TWIN BAR " The ca af stumbled." " Stumbled hell ! He wuz shoved! " Then came the sput-t, sput-t of bullets striking harmlessly in the dark. There were a number of good reasons why the Lambkin should make easy escape. The thieves were little inclined to swim the river for a brindle calf, and to saddle horse and cross at the shallow ford, far up the stream, would take a good half-hour. Besides, this prowler might be one of a number, and they could not all forsake the herd. Thus Butter nut, returning with some difficulty to his boots and belt, moved in peace through the darkness with Cookies in charge, and joined the calico pony in the hollow. By noon the next day he had reached the Twin Bar, with Cookies at the end of his lariat. Jimsey, putting some shingles on the bunk-house, sighted him a quarter of a mile away, and descended to the yard in a fit. Captain Kitty and Mrs. Jimsey, hearing the foreman shout, hurried to the gate, with Lit tle Jimsey, frantic with delight, at their skirts. "Well, well," drawled the Lambkin, as 63 BUTTERNUT JONES he swung from the stirrups, " you all don t seem to have been expectin me. Jimsey, you got some dry hose and other things? " He blushed violently, having forgotten Captain Kitty for the moment, or rather had forgotten all save her presence. An hour later, serene in dry linen, he was at dinner with them, and then in his modest way he told of the rescue of Cookies. Cap tain Kitty saw that he was shunning all de tails involving the slightest self-credit, and when he had finished and asked politely if her uncle would not be down next month, she thrilled him unutterably by saying, with simple candor: " You are the bravest man I ever saw." So, it had been worth the risk after all! He was glad he looked a better figure to-day than he had with his leg in a sling ten weeks ago. His face went crimson with his happi ness, but he said, depreciatingly: " You mustn t think that, ma am. It was nothing, I m sure. Anybody Jimsey here would have done the same thing." "I don t believe it!" She whirled vehemently on the unexpectant foreman. TROUBLE ON THE TWIN BAR " Jimsey, tell me the truth. Would you have done it? " And Jimsey, cornered, let his fork fall clattering, wiped his mouth with vigor, and, while he colored to the ears, said, tartly: " Madam, I m a married man, and can t afford to play the fool I wouldn t" So she turned a triumphant eye on the Lambkin, but still he was swift. " Pshaw, ma am, you ought to ve been over on Broken Arrow once to ve seen some- thin brave." And he told of a deed he had there witnessed in a way w T hich took his own exploits for a time from her mind. Dinner over, with his hat in hand, and Terrapin saddled and waiting, he bade her good-by. " When you comin over to see the nobil ity, ma am? " " I can t say until my neighbors call on me." Then it came to him that he had commit ted another breach by forgetting the custom of polite countries, but he said, evenly, as if he had foreseen her reply: " Judge Waskom, who owns our place, BUTTERNUT JONES has been away with Mrs. Waskom for two months." And he added, innocently: " Won t you consider this a call? " " Of course not," she answered, smiling, " since Cookies had to bring you." Accordingly, he rode away, happy be cause he knew that she drew no fine distinc tions between himself and a man who owned a ranch. 66 CHAPTER V THE RIVER ROAD IT was by Sentinel Mountain, where the old Laramie Trail is joined by the road from Piney Basin, that the Lambkin, quite by ac cident, next met the girl from Missouri, their united ways winding for a stretch of five miles along the Pecos. A land of lizards and cacti is the country here, save in the flats or valleys where the cattle range. Barren and bold and desolate are the plains everywhere, the eye reveling in distances gray and appalling. Westward, a spidery blue, the chains of New Mexico elbow the horizon, and it is along this five- mile stretch that you can see Saddle Moun tain, beyond the Rio Grande. The red river, gleaming in the sun, glides slow between pre cipitous bluffs so tall that to follow the stream you ride high until the valleys are remote and the scattered herds are like sheep in the lowlands. BUTTERNUT JONES The Lambkin, traveling leisurely, was watching a languid hawk wheel his graceful flight against the profound blue of the sky, when the girl from Missouri rode into the trail behind him. She was on a pacing bay pony, and her posture was that of an accom plished rider. He lifted his hat, with the bow of a cavalier, as he greeted her. " Aren t you pretty far from home, miss?" She was alongside him now, and the cal ico pony received a significant pressure from the Lambkin s heel which told him to keep abreast. " Not a great ways," she said, smiling; " I am used to riding long distances," and Butternut, viewing her so unexpectedly, felt his heart quicken at her unquestionable love liness. To his poetic nature she seemed the featured embodiment of an unfeatured ideal around which, all his manhood years, he had woven the hopes whose realization belongs not to the fortunes of men. " I can tell that, ma am, from the show- in you make in the saddle. I ll bet you own a hawss or two in Mizoura." 68 THE RIVER ROAD " Oh, yes. My uncle always keeps a few pacers in his stables for my particular use. Is Boodler with you to-day? " " Yes m. He s just beyond the rise yon der. He likes to scout ahead for Indians. You out seein the country? " " Yes. I make a little circuit about every day, and hunt for view -points. I m begin ning to like it." He made no effort to hide his smile of gratification. " I knew you would. It s a little lone some here at first, but after a while you find plenty o company. All these mountains are friends o mine, and those farthest away are the best. That pale fellow yonder, south ward, shaped like a tommyhawk he s clear over in Mexico, but he knows me just the same." "How delightful!" " That s a citizen o Texas," he went on, pointing toward a lone peak on their left. " We call him ( The Parson, he s so solemn. Looks like an old settler, don t he? You can t help wonderin how long he s been there, and if he s never smiled." BUTTERNUT JONES She had followed his speech and his ges tures with a childish rapture. Here was en tertainment unknown in Missouri. " You certainly know how to make them interesting," she said. Then they rode for a short time in silence, while below them, over two hundred feet, flowed the broad, orange- colored river. Eastward a white procession of indolent clouds curled leisurely, like re volving fantoms. " You won t find many views better than this. See that kangaroo! " He pointed to a huge jack-rabbit bound ing his diagonal flight along the face of the slope on their right, and she sent a quick eye in that direction. " Gracious, what a whopper! " she gasped. " His ears are as long as his legs, aren t they? " " Yes m almost. He d make an elegant eavesdropper." Starting at their very feet, the wonderful leaps of the animal seemed to have already carried him, a gleaming streak, a mile toward the valley. " He must a forgot somethin ," whim- 70 THE RIVER ROAD sically mused the Lambkin, " or is goin for the doctor. Or do you guess he s just on a hurried visit to those cattle? " " Cattle where? " " Down there in the valley." She gazed intently, leaning in the saddle. "Are those cattle? They look like the animals of a child s Noah s Ark." " They re over two miles away," he said. He showed her Painted Mountain now, and the Twin Peaks of the Purple Range, and Juno s Canon, and the Blackfoot Hills by Devil s River. He told her a legend or two in connection with these places, and he told them with strange and thrilling power. The languid hawk above them circled lower, as if to hear his wondrous tales. After a time he reminded her of their first meeting by asking, innocently: " Why didn t you want to give me your name, Miss Thurston?" He was entirely unprepared for the chal lenging reply, as she turned a mischievous eye upon him: " Why didn t you give me yours, Mr. Butternut Jones? " and he was cornered. BUTTERNUT JONES " Jimsey is quite a linguist, isn t he? " was all he could say. " He talks pretty freely of you, I ll ad mit. He told me how they would never have known your name but for the way your sweet heart addressed her letters." "Sweetheart!" he laughed, with keen relish. " That s real fine o Jimsey. I m a great lover, Miss Cloud, but all my sweet hearts are out here in my cabin. Lorna Doone is one, and Becky Sharp another." Jimsey having also told her of his twenty books, this was no parable to her. " That s Crockett s Canon across the val ley yonder," he now said, and told her an other legend. " Davy Crockett s most famous bear-fight happened in there. The canon s not half a mile long, as you can see, but there s only one way to get in, and even a bear would need wings to get out, cept at that one open- in . Crockett was pilotin some rich fellows on a huntin trip, and he had dropped be hind when the balance o the party ran no less than five bears into that trap. As it was almost night, they decided to camp at the 72 THE RIVER ROAD mouth o the gulch and pick off their quarry at their leisure the next mornin . Then they fixed up a game on Crockett. After he d arrived and they d had supper, they got to banterin each other on their courage, and finally one offered to bet a hundred dollars that there wasn t a man in the company who would go alone to the end of the canon. Crockett knew there was bear in the gorge from the way the dogs acted, but he stretched himself and said that although he was feelin a little tired, he guessed he d take the bet. Well, he went through without a scratch, and he sent the skins o the five bears to General Houston." She had listened like one enthralled, and again she thought there was nothing like this in Missouri. After a while their road led them by the very edge of the river bluff, and the canon was so narrow here that it seemed they might almost leap across it. " Would you like to see a rattler, Miss Cloud?" he drawled, presently. She gave a little shriek, as if the reptile had suddenly appeared in the road. " There s quite a robust specimen over 6 73 BUTTERNUT JONES there, sunnin himself." He pointed across the river to the opposite bluff, where on a sloping flat rock lay the reptile in question. She shuddered. " The horrible, creepy, slimy things! I m glad he s across the river." " Oh, he has plenty o friends on this side, only they don t happen to be on parade. You don t seem to have a passion for them? " " I hate them hate them." " Then maybe you d like to try a shot at him?" She drew rein abruptly, and so did he. " I don t believe I d dare," she said, with pretty hesitation. " I never shot a pistol." The Lambkin became most persuasive as he drew forth his ivory-handled Colt. " Of course you ll dare," he said, and his voice was smoother than rivers. " You don t have to dismount. That hawss you re on is about as fraid o firearms as he is of oats. It s the simplest thing in the world, and I d shorely like to see you wing him." He of course knew that she would be lucky if she hit the side of the blujff, but his face betokened every confidence in her skill. 74 THE RIVER ROAD So she, thinking perhaps what an exploit this would be to mention in her letters home, yielded finally, taking the weapon in both hands. As he adjusted it in her grasp, his hand upon her fingers, he thrilled a little, and it was not for the fate of the rattler. As she lifted the pistol he backed away cautiously, for he saw from her marvelous aim that this was ticklish business. Adjutant Snuffles, pok ing his head suddenly from behind a boulder, was signaled to stay out of danger. The cir cling hawk wheeled nearer as if to view this performance. "Higher higher, ma am!" he called. "You re shootin at the river! And don t close both eyes! " "I wasn t you know I wasn t!" she cried, viciously; to take him seriously afford ing her a pretext for delay. Then at once she fired courageously, and with frightened gaze looked for the result. There was no perceptible movement of the rattler save a drowsy lifting of his head in gentle inquiry at the noise. "Once more!" laughed the Lambkin, and she fired again and even a third time 75 BUTTERNUT JONES with the same effect. Then she quit in disgust. " You ll have to do it for me," she said, and the Lambkin trailed a deadly eye down the barrel. At that distance, being a fair shot, he could pepper all around the target, and perhaps once in six times was due to hit the rattler plumb; but, by a rare stroke of fortune, the lucky shot was first. An instant the reptile seemed pinned to the cliff, then, writhing and rolling down the slanting rock, toppled into the river. Now shall we for give the Lambkin? " The original serpentine dance," he laughed. " A little practise makes it easy." And he pocketed the weapon as coolly as if there could have been no other result. " There s your dawg, ma am." The adjutant had come forward to see whether or not they had been shooting at a bear. Her face shone at sight of him, but he gave her little notice. " I think he should be yours," she said. il Jimsey tells me that he saved your life, so you must love him. Will you accept him from me? " THE RIVER ROAD The Lambkin flushed with happiness as he bowed. " You are more than kind. I am a little attached to him." And somehow this offering and accept ance of a gift seemed to have opened the way to closer conversation. She had read just eighteen of his twenty books, so their field of discussion was without limits, and thus was their way a lane of delight. But all lanes, however pleasant, must end, and the ending of this came when the forks of the trail, two miles after they had left the river, divided them. In order to make her " cir cuit " she must take the right-hand road, while his business lay eastward. " We ve had nearly seven miles o con versation, ma am. But they re the shortest miles I ever rode." Her only answer was a smile, but deep in her unwilling heart, as she left him, lay the hope that she might, on another day, ride the River Road again with this man. 77 CHAPTER VI CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL AFTER the gathering and despatching of the first train of beeves to market, for the Circle-B cowboys who had not gone with the shipment there were a few dull days so eventless, in fact, that when Talbot, at twi light, rode in from the Twin Bar and had his coffee with the superior and mysterious air of a man who carries news, there was among his comrades much private jubilation. They had begun to grow feverish, and al though in the flare of the supper lamp their faces loomed pious as a Sunday dawn, that anticipation ran high was evident, below the table, from the way they handled their heels. " Boys," said the foreman, at last, with a grin at McCormick, " Captain Kitty and Jimsey air comin to see us to-morrow, but that ain t the best. That yearlin o Jimsey s 78 CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL that they call Eureka the white fellow with a yaller tail I ve bought him, and he s comin too." McCormick fidgeted, and began spinning his pepper-box nervously. It was his third year at the Circle-B. From the Pan Handle he had wafted down one fall, when men were scarce for the round-up, and Talbot, influ enced by his tale of hardship, humorously told, had promptly given him a place. He was a guileless, colossal youth of singularly diverting ways, but his superstition especially had long been a standing joke. " A white yearlin with a yaller tail," he had often affirmed, " is the twin brother o calamity. I never yet see one o that com plexion without witnessin some sort o rippin catastrophee the same day. Sometimes it s a cyclone, sometimes a flood, and again maybe it s just nothin more n a peaceable death in the fambly; but, in one shape or nother, she always comes." And though it occurred to none of his hearers to take this notion seriously, certain it was that there lived in the giant s memory a catalogue of instances which, if his word 79 BUTTERNUT JONES was to be used courteously, supported the virtue of his claims. " Why, I mind," he had said, in the days when sniffing doubt in the air, " Old Pilli- gan s pet, for instance. Pilligan s ranch sets up nigh the head o the Washita, and he once owned a ca af that was a clean white all but the tail, and that was a punkin yaller. Salt peter, Pilligan called him, and he was his pride. Well, I ain t ever forgittin the day Salty was a year old. Somebody had hinted to Pilligan about them same marks on a yearlin bein sure signs o death and the like, but he had merely looked at em in a pityin sort o way, and lowed he hadn t been born the previous spring. Well, on the very night the critter come of age, as it were, Old Pil ligan was a-wishin he hadn t been born at all. It rained a deluge the whole black night, and the river sufferin kittens! The river at daylight had riz to fifty times her natural size, a-rippin and a-rollin with a roar like a billion stampedes. The whole valley was a-flood, and the water in the yard went into our bootlegs. We built a raft to git out to the corrals, and then had to go powerful 80 CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL cautious and stay in the backwater, clear o the current. I never see such a wet land scape. Most everything in a quarter of a mile o the river was drowned, and the corrals great hawss-flies ! The corrals was all located by the bank, the one we branded in bein in two sections, the lower half reachin clear down to the river, and it happened that the evenin before we had shoved no less than a hundred beeves into the lower section. Well! Of that whole assortment o choice beef never a hoof nor horn was in sight, and about the cheerfulest spectacle we see was a bunch o ca aves standin belly-deep in the upper sec tion, a-shiverin and a-bawlin away in a most distressin fashion. But what set Old Pilligan wild was a sight back o the stables, on the high ground, where, above all that flood and havoc and ruin, there humped in the drizzlin wet a half-drowned yearlin white all but the yaller tail a-bleatin and a-bellerin away like a whole orchestry. Pilligan saw him, and just let out one screech that went high over the roar of the flood, and proceeded with shut jaws to the house. And I never see a man lookin so wild-eyed as when he come 81 BUTTERNUT JONES out and, restin his rifle across his thumb, paid his final respects to Saltpeter. But kittens! That ain t a circumstance to the time Here, as a further clincher, he would fall into another corroborative reminiscence. Now, on the present occasion, his singu lar weakness came near to developing a quar rel. He felt called upon to deny at too great length the wisdom of the foreman. He de clared repeatedly that if Eureka ever cast his shadow on the ranch it would mean disaster of some kind, and implored Talbot either to change his mind or prepare for the worst. Calamity and destruction were journeying to the Circle-B as surely as the foreman knew his brand. Then Talbot lost pa tience. " You drivelin cow," said he, quietly, but with a vicious twist of his mustache. " You are makin this matter tiresome. The year- lin is comin here to-morrow." It can not be said how the talk would have ended had not Talbot, Junior three years old now waddled into the room, to be seized instantly by the elder Talbot and placed 82 CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL astride his leg for the customary gallop. The youngster was learning the saddle early. McCormick, to everybody s amazement, seemed on the point of tears. None of his associates had ever credited him with par ticularly tender feelings. He rose, mum bling, and went out into the starlight of the porch. It was plain that the remark of the foreman had gone-deep with him. His bunk ing quarters adjoined Butternut s, and the Lambkin heard him mumbling on far into the night. Out by the stables, the next morning, the giant was still grumbling away. Sitting astride a singletree, he pained Scotty and the Lambkin with a repetition of the Pilligan epi sode, throwing in an occasional allusion to the fact that Talbot had likened him to a " driv- elin cow." He felt that nothing on this day save a full-grown calamity could restore his standing with the foreman, and as at intervals he stared in a helpless way at the landscape, the gentle Butternut grew almost to hoping for the necessary disaster. It was high noon when Eureka was seen to come over the bellying line of plain which 83 BUTTERNUT JONES marked the horizon in the direction of the Twin Bar. It developed at once that Jimsey had certain opinions which were not wholly at variance with the giant s, for he had pro vided the yearling with a double and mount ed escort, neither of whom, it was plain, had any respect for the business in hand. They were addressing the profanity of two hemi spheres at their charge, who, at the far end of a long lariat, did his ablest to merit their remarks. His behavior was marvelous chief ly from his way of proceeding in a number of directions at the same time. His head had pointed north when he was first observed when in a kind of rotary flourish he had waltzed over the ridge the length of his rope in advance of his captors but now, in the same instant, it seemed, he had got round under the neck of one of the broncos, and while holding that animal at a standstill, dis covered a powerful interest in the view which this new position commanded. Next, by a series of deft twists at the rope, he wove as in a net a leg of the nearest cowboy, whose dexterity barely saved him the pinch. By a skilful and quick swing the rider succeeded CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL in unwinding himself, accompanying the achievement with vigorous language, while he regarded the captive with great disfavor. It required no second glance to reveal that Eureka was a rough customer, and that whenever he chanced to steer in the proper course it was merely a gross oversight on his part. At rare periods he would show a dis position to elope with the whole business, leading his escort a merry gallop for perhaps fifty yards, but far more frequently was he of a mind to stop and argue the matter. Thus the triangular procession approached the ranch in a series of spasms. Now the farther wall of the creek gorge, toward which the visitors were advancing, rose nearly sixty feet above the bed of the stream, and the nearer bank, scarcely half so high, left open to the view of the ranch men of the Circle-B a smooth, steep surface, down which, following a diagonal ledge, ran a bridle-path. The main wagon-road, cut through the bank on either side, was spacious and safe to travel, but they knew, from Eu- reka s present conduct, that he would prefer the narrower and perilous route, and accord- 85 BUTTERNUT JONES ingly watched with keen interest his ap proach. It was at this moment, as a fitting figure to the entertainment, that McCormick, on the far side of the gulch, stalked up from the road into the open and began shaking his fist at the approaching delegation. Talbot, from the porch, chuckled at this sight. By a motion toward the yard-gate the foreman in dicated that the yearling was to be received in the " best room," and as Butternut swung the gate open, Eureka and his escort reached the point where the wagon-road began its de scent. Here, as had been expected, the year ling came to a deliberate and firm halt, looking with disdain down through the cut. Surely, thought he, there was a more intricate or difficult crossing. This was too infantile a process. While he debated movement, the sound of hoofs approaching at a smart canter was heard in the lane, and Captain Kitty and Jimsey rode into view, having come round by the River Road. They drew rein instantly and became amused spectators of the per formance on the other side of the gulch. The Captain, as they beheld her, waving her hand 86 CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL toward the ambitious and accomplished Eu reka, seemed to be introducing that frisky animal to the Circle-B. Eureka gave a sudden vicious twist of his horns and circled clear of the road. His captor he of the lariat swearing mightily, gave him such a wrench as to lift his temper above the point of indulgence. He hurtled sharp about, and there was havoc in his eye. The cowboy shouted, but his leap was slow, and the blunt horns of Eureka met the bronco square in the flank. A shrill, frightened whinny, a lunge, a stream of wonderful oaths from the cowboy as the lariat spun from his grasp, and the yearling was free to call the whole prairie his own. Both horsemen wheeling in pursuit, he made for the bridle path, speeding head down from the summit, and at this instant Talbot gave tongue as a dying man. His comrades felt no call to won der, no impulse to wheel at his groan, over come as they were by the same appalling fear., How on earth the youngster had wandered into the gulch, scaled the crossing-log by the ford and explored the opposite steep with no guiding hold on his collar, was a matter for BUTTERNUT JONES subsequent amazement; but certain it was that Talbot, Junior, had risen into view on the ledge, directly in the path of Eure ka! Had the giant s catastrophe come to hand? But now another cry from the foreman drew attention to McCormick, who was speeding with great leaps along the summit, his eyes sweeping the canon wall. Within a fraction of a minute he had gained a point whence, by sliding thirty feet to the ledge, he could intercept the yearling, and that, his comrades saw at once, was his design. They knew, too, that in addition to the danger of the exploit, the giant held in his bosom a terror unknown to them, born of an awe long in spired by a certain combination of white and yellow. To him it was likely Eureka came as a four-legged demon of infinite fury, and thus was heightened greatly in their minds the quality of his courage. While the velocity with which he would strike the ledge might pitch him headlong into the gulch, the possi bility, if it occurred to him, in no way affected his conduct. With a shout to the youngster be low, he slipped over the verge, his heels em- CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL bedded in the earth, and the next instant was sailing down the slant. And here occurred the miracle. Eureka, of course, was coming at high speed in a direction which would cause him to intersect the giant s line of flight, but would it be be fore or after McCormick reached the ledge? The miracle was that they arrived at the same moment, the giant s heels, dexterously poised, landing plump into Eureka s round side with the force of a catapult. The sound of the blow must have traveled a quarter of a mile down the canon, and its natural effect was to send Eureka keeling over and over into the gorge, while McCormick sprawled on the ledge with Talbot, Junior, unscathed, not a dozen yards away! The crisis had taken scarcely half a min ute, during which time the spectators had stood bereft of all power of action. As they now sought hurriedly to cross the canon, Talbot especially proceeding with amazing strides, McCormick sat up on the ledge and peered with a confused and humorous grin over the edge. The shock of the collision must have been terrific, but apparently he felt 7 fin BUTTERNUT JONES no discomfort. For he met them, still grin ning, at the far end of the crossing-log, and with the younger Talbot safely in charge. And Eureka? He met them, too, but meekly, switching his tail in mild surprise. The onslaught he had suffered having come as a broadside and sent him rolling, instead of pitching him on his head, had had no worse effect than to knock all contrariness out of him. McCormick, however, stubbornly re fused to make him his friend, although the giant was for some reason in most jovial humor. Butternut judged this reason was that he had " proved his case," and could look all men in the eye, though he magnani mously evaded the foreman s glance. But Talbot s behavior was exquisite. After ascending the bank and greeting Jim- sey and his companion cordially, he took the Twin Bar foreman aside for a brief confer ence, the outcome of which was that Eureka was obliged to return to his former home that very afternoon. Then, gracefully, and in a way most profuse, he apologized to McCor mick. 90 CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL Captain Kitty dismounted, and, after complimenting the giant in a manner that reduced him at once to a state of sottish beatification, she came toward Butternut with a challenging air. The Lambkin for the time seemed as unmoved as the hitch-rack against which he was leaning like a resting Apollo. Could he be posing? She was angry at once with herself for the slanderous thought, for whatever she must think of him, she must acknowledge him perfectly natural in all he said and did. " You seem to have missed your oppor tunity, sir," she smiled. "For what, ma am?" "To be a hero, sir!" "Oh, that! Well, I don t make a good central figure. McCormick looks better." " He is taller," she said, with an approv ing eye on the giant. " I m considerably younger. Maybe I ll grow," remarked the Lambkin, who could afford to smile, for he had the perfect pro portions which belonged not to the giant. " I m afraid, though, I m not lookin for chances in the hero line. I like to make a BUTTERNUT JONES sort of picture out o the world, and used to put myself in the middle, till I found I could get a better effect by droppin back to a corner and just watchin ." " The world is not a picture to me" she said, a little acidly. " It is very real." " And you are in the middle of it? " queried Butternut. " Yes. Where would your picture be if I were in a corner? Would you have us all go into the corners? " " Yes if we would see. And," he added, gently, his face a safe and open confession, for her gaze was stranded on the horizon, " perhaps other eyes will set us in the mid dle." " I don t see how accusing a woman of vanity can excuse a man for being without ambition," she flashed. But here McCormick, from the stables, called that all hands were needed in the corral, and Butternut hurried off, while Jim- sey, who was hanging near, gave a chuckle which made Catherine turn around. "O Jimsey! What have you done with the horses?" 92 CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL He gave a nod to where they were safely tied. " Lowed you d want to walk up to the house., miss." They were passing Butternut s cabin, which came first in the lane, when Catherine discovered that she had lost her whip. It was too pretty and expensive a trifle to be left behind. Jimsey, turning back, had an idea. " Wait in thar," he said, pointing to the open cabin door, " and take that big chair you see. Better rest yourself, or you ll be feelin your nerves purty soon." Catherine really had begun to " feel her nerves " as a result of the yearling escapade, and the chair invited her with big comfort able arms. She put her faith in Jimsey, while he marched off not more delighted than amazed by his diplomacy. " I reckon she ll see he s a gradgit now," he said to himself. Catherine sat down in the big chair with a little quivering sigh of comfort, gave a glance about, and rose instantly. She never seemed to belong inside of four walls, and 93 BUTTERNUT JONES now she stood sniffing about like a deer in a forest. There were pictures on the walls only etchings and photographs from paint ings to be sure, but all from the work of masters old and new, and on one side there was a shelf which held a row of books. A cover, whose soft colors would have pleased a woman, lay over the couch, which in any other cabin would have been a bunk. The puncheon floor was spotless, the two win dows gleamed, and through one of them she could see the graceful tendrils of a wild-rose vine. " This," said Catherine, determined to deceive herself and dispute the subtle, inde finable proof of ownership which some indi viduals impart to all their belongings, " is the doctor s Scotty s cabin. I never dreamed he was such an old maid." She returned to the row of books, and suddenly began to count. Nineteen! Her glance fell on the table under the shelf where a volume of Milton s shorter poems and son nets lay. It looked very old and was much scribbled. Twenty! She turned to fly, but there was the cowboy in the door. He had 94 CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL not been needed in the corral. His puzzled, astonished face called back Catherine s hu mor, and she sat down in the chair, laughing merrily, at which he, never dispossessed of his easy air, took a seat in the doorway, an action which was a tacit admission that he expected talk instead of flight, for he was never slow to take what the gods offered. "Jimsey is looking for my whip. He asked me to wait here. Won t you introduce me to your sweethearts? " " They ll turn out old friends, I guess," he said, invitingly. She took up the small volume on the table, and he rose and crossed to her. " Yes, that s a favorite ; but I didn t make those notes. It belonged to an uncle of mine who was a professor at Princeton." She was brazenly turning to the fly-leaf to read the name when he said, gently: " It isn t Jones," and he wondered, as she dropped the book quickly, if any girl s blush could be sweeter. " Why are you a cowboy? " she asked, with a nonchalance intended to conceal her impudence, for she was fishing for history. 95 BUTTERNUT JONES " Because I like it. It beats professor- ing." " You were going to be a professor? " " I don t know. Anyway I was scared off when I saw it was such hard work." " But this is harder." " This! This is not work at all! What! To ride with the wind, to be up and out with the sun, to know midnight as well as noon, to feel Nature with you every minute, whether she s patting you or slapping you it s the finest play a fellow can have!" She noticed that he sometimes, without effort, added his " g s " and left his speech without a flaw. " When you could be a scholar and a gen tleman?" " I beg your pardon? " " Of course you re a gentleman, but " " All right, and as for the scholar, I might have kept it up in spite of the hard work and nothin to eat if I hadn t begun to lose my sweethearts. Many books are like some women. When you know too much about em, they re not worth knowin ." His tone was divided between banter and CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL bitterness, and, not knowing which to reply to, she said nothing. " My uncle could pick his bard like a crow, feather by feather," he added, taking up the book she had dropped. " He could count the bones, could tell where the sinews ran, the sockets fitted, and the flesh padded in properly but he had lost his Milton." " YouVe no new books. I will send you some," said Catherine, who had been scan ning the shelf that she might better ignore the return of Jimsey, who had lounged up to the door, diplomatically unremindful of the whip. " Please don t," he replied, with unex pected emphasis. " I want none that doesn t fit with these, and I ll not live long enough to find out about new ones. It took a good many years to get these sifted out." " Balzac is ancient enough, isn t he? I ve a beautiful set, and you ve very few nov els." " I m afraid I don t care about him if he s the one I know. When my uncle died, a box of his books came to my mother, and I had my pick of em. There was a bundle tied in 97 BUTTERNUT JONES heavy paper, and he had written on the out side, Who would know human nature, look within. Well, I ve got a proper curiosity to know somethin of my own species, so I dove in and found a lot o stuff that made me wish I was an honest, respectable bear like Bismarck, or a plain-faced, out-speakin goat like General Custer. Don t you think it s better to forget the way we ve come in the gladness of goin on?" "But Balzac goes with Shakespeare!" she insisted. " Maybe. I didn t stay with him long enough to find out his company. But Shake speare don t ever leave the God quite out. You begin to be afraid you re wallowin , and all at once comes a life-line that jerks you up a million miles toward the heights. I never found any life-lines in Balzac. I gave the books to a poor woman who couldn t read, and she cut out the pages and chinked the cracks of her cabin with em. Made it quite snug for the winter." " Well, I haven t read him anyway," said Catherine, at which naive confession Butter nut gave a clear laugh and drew closer. CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL " I knew you hadn t I knew you couldn t" he said, then at the soft, hurried glance she gave him he was obliged to catch his breath. " I m such a stupid," she said, and waited to be contradicted. " So am I. Don t be worried about that. We ve been told, you know, that it s a long way from the head of the tallest man to the stars, and it s such a big stretch from the mind of the wisest man to the mind that made him that it seems hardly worth while to make a start; and I know some men who can t read in a book that I ve got a good deal of respect for." Catherine s eye here fell on a little leather-bound copy of Keats which drew her admiration. "What a sweet volume!" she exclaimed. " That was my mother s," he said, softly. Her hand dropped, and she could have savagely punished her fingers for not know ing sacred things. Did not its perfect clean liness and gently worn edges proclaim, "Who touches me loves me"? " I should be glad to see it in your hands," 99 BUTTERNUT JONES he said, picking up the little book and offer ing it to her. " Won t you tell me about her? " asked Catherine, not nonchalantly to veil her im pudence, but with earnest eyes looking into his. " She was from Pennsylvania," he said, in a tone that seemed to caress the bare state ment. " One of her brothers came West to get rich, and she came along to look after him. Then she found my father, and seemed to think he needed more lookin after than the brother. Anyway she married him, though her brother loaded his gun and said no man west of the Mississippi could take her out of his house. But my father was a native Texan and had been through a good deal. His father had slept on the prairie with Sam Houston when they were prospect- in for Mexicans and Indians, and was a member of the Harrisburg Congress durin the Republic. Well, the brother drew his gun, but he wasn t used to real killin , and my father calculated his nerve wouldn t hold out, so he walked right in, knocked the gun from his hand, and carried my mother out 100 CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL before his eyes. According to my mother, my father was one of the bravest men that ever lived, but I judge her opinion would have to be well salted to get at the strict facts " Her restless eye had sighted a strip of leather dangling from the corner of a picture, and she drew nearer for a better view, but he was instantly before her, yet without the appearance of haste. An exaggerated deli cacy made him feel that the undue promi nence of the article might tell too potent a tale, and his face held the shadow of a blush as he said, with a gesture toward the paint ing: " A very fine effect at a distance. You lose the perspective by coming close." But neither his artfulness nor his sudden color escaped her, and she felt a genuine relish at this key-note to the highest of na tures. Another man would have made much of rather than conceal such an opening. "A charming study indeed! I think " " General Custer, ma am. He knows I ve got company." Her reply had changed to a scream as a 101 BUTTERNUT JONES sudden noise at the window drew attention to the whiskered visage of the general who, having elevated his forefeet to the ledge, was blinking in at her with great vigor. Another interruption at this moment was the abrupt arrival of Mrs. Talbot, who, after greeting the visitors amiably, said she hoped Catherine had recovered her nerves. The good lady then divided her time between complimenting the young woman from Twin Bar and pouring a vicious stream of epithets and abuse on the head of " that terrible Eureky." " I jest know I d a died if I d seen it Who you goin to try him on next, Miss Kitty? " " Why, I don t know," said Catherine, mischievously. " We ll have to consult Mr. Jones." " Aw, any man with lots o children ll buy him," said the Lambkin, soberly. " He d make an elegant merry-go-round." This gentle sally threw Mrs. Talbot at once into a fit of giggles. She had often vowed that Butternut would be the death of her. Catherine, too, was laughing heartily 1 02 CAPTAIN KITTY MAKES A CALL as they left the cabin, and when, at a point half-way to the house, she was suddenly con fronted by a full-grown bear, vigorously pursued by Scotty with a broom, and found her heart in her throat for the third time within an hour, she began to feel that this was the liveliest if not the most delightful ranch of her acquaintance. 103 CHAPTER VII KING THE PLAINS SPARTACUS, King of the Plains, was visit ing at the Twin Bar. For some days he had been hanging around Captain Kitty s corrals, running things in his usual way, which is to say with a high hand. Even his Sunday be havior was never mild, but the very splendor of his appearance protected him, his magnifi cent figure entailing an admiration which disarmed all hostility. In size and strength, as well as the majesty of his horns, his equal was not to be fourid on the Pecos range, and he seemed to understand that these attractions shielded him from the ill-usage to which any common bull of such a nature would have been subjected. Thus privileged, he flour ished as a despot, General Custer, so far as anybody knew, being the only creature that had ever refused to be awed by his presence. Wherever it pleased him Spartacus 104 KING O THE PLAINS roamed at will, no kind of fencing being an obstacle. If it chanced to be of rails, as was sometimes the case in the timbered country, he would simply brush it aside with his beau tiful and capable horns. But his method of surmounting barbed wire was most charm ing. He would deliberately plant his fore head against a supporter, push two or three spans to the ground, then pick his way care fully over the barbs. The first time Jimsey observed this performance he laughed a bois terous laugh ; the second time he took a large chew of tobacco and swore. Captain Kitty was out by the well-curb, with Little Jimsey, when she saw an object which at first glance looked something like the side of a house stepping toward her across the open. Grabbing Little Jimsey in her arms, she fled to the piazza, where, shrinking in a heap, she could only gasp : " Mercy, what a beast! " Then Jimsey did a brutal thing. He came and sat on the steps by her, and laughed long and heartlessly. " Don t be skeer d, Miss Kitty," he finally assured her. " It s only one o them freaks 8 105 BUTTERNUT JONES from the Circle-B. They ve got a regular menagerie over there." " Circle-B? Isn t that the ranch we vis ited where Butternut lives? " She blushed in a way that delighted Jim- sey, for she always stumbled over the name. " Yes m." "Oh, then that s Spartacus!" There was much relief in her voice. The acute Jimsey noticed that to know the animal as an acquaintance of Butternut s seemed to make her fear him less, and thought to himself that things were coming along. He also decided to take advantage of the moment. " Yes m, that s Spartacus. The king o these diggin s, miss. You wouldn t think an animal o that size could be licked by a measly goat, would you? " "A goat? Ridiculous!" " Of course, miss. That s what I tell em. They ve got out a wild tale about that ornery old goat, General Custer, meetin Spartacus on the prairie and buttin him around like a basket, and finally makin him run like a coyote. But they can tell that to the Indians. 1 06 KING O THE PLAINS Why, Miss Kitty, it d take the slam-bangin - est fighter on four legs to lick him. He s the boss o the range, and though he s meaner than sin, I love him like a brother. Ever I tell you what he did for Butternut and me? " Captain Kitty shook her head and looked interested. " It was last spring, durin the freshets. You see, it don t rain often here, but some times it rains enough in one day to last a couple o years if you could only sprinkle it out, and this was one o them times. Abe Toliver, who owned a place on Skull Creek, about fifty miles west o here, was sellin out, and hearin he had some bargains in * short horns, I lowed I d amble over there and strike a trade. Well, just as I was leaving along come Butternut Jones, sent by his fore man on the same errand, and so we went to gether as far as Alkali Creek, where the high water sent us home. But, you see, the creek wasn t high when we struck it in fact, it was drier n a horn, and right there s where we got in a mess. It was nigh dark when we ungirthed, and leavin our ponies on the main bank and takin our saddles and blan- 107 BUTTERNUT JONES kets, we camped for the night in a shanty that stood on a knob in the middle of the creek bed so much lower than the main banks as to be well sheltered from the winds, yet so high as to seem safe enough from a chaince rise. " We slept heavy, and what awoke me was a dream of stampedin cattle. They seemed a long way off, but there was a mil lion of em, and all of em bellerin and the earth shakin as they come. I set up with a jerk, listened a minute, and guessed what had happened. Butternut was still asleep, so I hit him a lively clip he couldn t have heard me holler which brought him to, and to gether we went to the door of the shanty. " It was daylight, there was little wind, and the sun was comin up serene and clear, as if it had never rained a lick. And it really hadn t been such a soaker right around us. But in the up-country it must have rained furies, for it had sent a flood down on us the like o which I ve never seen. You ought to ve seen that creek it was drowned. There wasn t any creek left. What we saw in place of it was a roarin river with two branches, 1 08 KING O THE PLAINS divergin above and joinin below our cabin, leavin a torrent about fifteen yards wide and nigh as deep between us and the ponies. The water had jumped up more n twenty feet in the night and made our knob an island, and she was still climbin at an amazin rate. A little more rise and we would be yanked into the current. The flood was already in a foot of the door, and a few inches more and our shanty would be caught in the torrent and join the procession of brush and drift wood that tore past us from the uplands. " But the worst noise wasn t nigh us. Down the canon we could hear a tremen dous roarin where the ravine, turnin sharp, caused the torrent to sorter rise on its hind- legs and batter itself into a lather before passin round the bend. And this was what made our position particular embarrassing for to be caught up by the tide and hustled like a chunk o timber through the elbow was a dubious entertainment. " And there was no way out of it that we could see. Swimmin across the fifteen yards against such a current was plum out o the question, though there might have been a 109 BUTTERNUT JONES chaince of it but for the shape o the main bank. She sloped only at a point just op posite us, where the wagon-road had been chiseled through to a slant. From the ford to the bend below she was steep and smooth like a cliff, and there was no catchin hold, so we would have had to swim in a straight line, and that wasn t to be thought of. The torrent would sweep us down and send us churnin through the elbow before we could take three strokes. " Well, there wasn t anything to do but wait, and let me tell you that waitin to be drowned on an empty stomach ain t any pic nic pastime. There was a slim chaince that the flood might not rise high enough to catch us, and that was the only hope we had. But she kept comin up, inch by inch, until there was scarcely standin room outside the cabin. Opposite us, just over the top of the bank, we could see the wet heads of our ponies, and that s the first time I ever wished I was a hawss. " I was powerful excited, but Butternut was cool as a sandwich, as he always is. He s the hardest man to flurry I ever see. Jim- no KING O THE PLAINS sey, says he, * if the ponies were a little closer we could make it, but I didn t catch his idee till a minute afterward he dived into the shanty and come out with a long snake lariat that he d got from his saddle. Then, as he began to loop and coil for a throw, I looked again at the bank and saw another head big as a barrel, with two tremendous horns on the horizon, a little to the south of our ponies, and the next minute old Spartacus ambled casually up to where the road sloped down through the cut. He was out early to inspect the damage by the rain, I guess. Any other time he d a tried to start a row with the ponies, but I reckon the noise o the river attracted him; anyhow he come slow and solemn as a church down the slant, and stood close by the howlin water. The flood was now in three inches of our boots. " Well, Spartacus hadn t fairly begun to take in the scene before Butternut leaped past the end o the cabin to get swingin room. I hardly believed he could make it at that dis tance, but, as I said, there was little wind. Spartacus hadn t moved after comin to a halt, and was lookin straight at us, when in BUTTERNUT JONES Butternut circled the noose wide and clean, and sent it swishing out across the water, till, risin and fallin in a fine curve, it settled hoop-like over the bull s horns and was drawn tight and safe. Nothin was ever neater. " Well, he started inland at once, and we both grabbed the lariat just as he wheeled and got his big back under the rope. In another minute we was pulled down, floun- derin in the water and hangin on as if we had hold of a cable to a tug-boat. Lucky the lariat was new and strong, or it would have been broken by his first ugly rush. But he had to slacken speed. Even his strength couldn t pull against such a current faster than a walk, and I don t believe we could have kept our hold if he hadn t slowed up. Of course he was b ilin mad, but he had to move as slow as if hitched to a plow. " The water tore over and past us with such fury that we seemed to be movin at fearful speed. Sometimes we was pulled up as if on a crest, long enough to get breath, then the action o the current sent us wal- lowin below the surface till we thought we 112 KING O THE PLAINS must drown, then up again we were hauled. Once a mass of brush struck us with nigh fatal effect. It didn t check the bull s stride, but it nearly broke my grip for a second. Suddenly it went down under us, liftin us half out o the water, then as it was sucked from beneath our legs we were plunged un der again. Anything like a log or slab would have done for us, but the bigger driftwood was tearin down the main stream. " I was just thinkin my strength couldn t last, and that I d have to turn loose, when we struck bottom, and went completely out o the water, with our shoulders on the slope. And let me tell you, Miss Kitty, we didn t have a minute to spare. By the time we walked up the slant and come round to the edge o the high bank, the flood had swallowed our island, and we saw the shanty picked up like a chip and churned to splinters in the elbow. We lost a couple of powerful good saddles, but it didn t worry us." The foreman paused, looked with furtive eye at Captain Kitty, saw that she was lis tening intently, and resumed: " But that Butternut Jones! Miss Kitty, "3 BUTTERNUT JONES you certainly spoke the truth when you said he was the bravest fellow you ever saw. Do you know what he said to me when he had that bull by the horns? He tried to make me take the lariat alone, sayin , Jimsey, you re a married man, and she may not hold us both; you can throw one of the pony ropes to me. And he said it just as cool and calm as if he was offerin me a cigarette. But I know d the man that stayed would be drowned before another rope could git to him, though it was only when Spartacus was well started and he saw that I just wouldn t go alone that he give in. He s the bravest man that ever buckled a girth, Miss Kitty." Like a strategic general the astute Jimsey had withheld his climax till the last, and while he was not sure that it had had a broadside effect, he was confident it had sunk in. Captain Kitty had listened breathlessly to this wonderful tale, which, while most con vincingly told, was something she was in clined to discredit. But whether true or not, it had been highly entertaining. She had really been thrilled somewhere in the 114 KING O THE PLAINS narrative, but at what particular point can not be told. It is known, however, that when she re tired to slumber that evening it was to see in a wild dream a far-off mountain turn to a great bull, and a man on a calico pony ride up its side, and on up one of the mighty horns, at the tip of which he vanished. CHAPTER VIII TREACHEROUS MOONLIGHT IT seemed but a day or two since Bis- marck was a cub, a frisky, innocent young thing, brought to the Circle-B in a blanket by the gentle Butternut. How on earth the animal got that name can no more be told than where the Lambkin got him, and on that point Butternut himself is the most bewildered. Somewhere in Clover Gulch, he said, he was riding leisurely when there came the noise of a sudden scuffling above him, and from out of the brush and rocks, square on to his saddle-pack, bounced a fuzzy round object, which he held toward the moon and discovered to be a very young bear. The onslaught, it was evident, was wholly invol untary and without malice, for it was fol lowed by no offering of violence, the one de sire of the animal being at the moment to 116 TREACHEROUS MOONLIGHT simply obtain grip enough with his small claws to hold on while the bronco jolted him ranchward. This had happened more than a year ago, and meanwhile Bismarck had grown amazingly. His air of authority, too, had in creased with his bulk until it was plain that, next to General Custer, he regarded himself as owner of the ranch and everything on it, though this conceit was forgiven as readily as were his comical manners. It was amus ing to watch him stalk importantly about the yards, sometimes alone with his dignity, some times jawing with the general, and laughable to see his clumsy body double into a circle when he endeavored to sit like a gentleman. Being as peaceable as any kitten, he was at liberty to go wherever his fancy might lead, though it was firmly believed that he accepted the privilege as a matter of course. Anyhow, he became a great gadabout, spending most of his time gossiping with the inhabitants of the barn-yard and corrals. Having known no home save these places, every beast and fowl was his friend, and even the blackbirds learned to alight and scamper on his back 117 BUTTERNUT JONES with the same good-fellowship they showed old Samson, the level-horned bull. But Butternut was most privileged, and therefore happiest of them all, which was his right. For was he not Bismarck s first and only master? When the cub had fallen out of the clouds into a strange country, had he not been the first to offer him a home? These things entitled him to a certain royal inti macy with the animal, which he was careful to show on all occasions. With a familiarity calculated to consume his comrades with envy, he would haul the bear about by the ears, or gleefully roll with him among the corn-shucks. In a general rough-and-tumble they were about evenly matched. There was a time, in the days of Bismarck s early growth, when he appeared rather helpless in these combats, but now it was different. Butternut found one day that it kept him quite busy to hold his own in a tussle, and accustomed so long to ready victory, took a keen pleasure in the change. His first downfall so surprised him that he ungenerously started to box his adversary s ears, but after a second and 118 TREACHEROUS MOONLIGHT third defeat he straightway apologized. The Lambkin never attached a liberal value to an opponent until his worth was fully proved, when he stood at once ready to take off his hat and honor him accordingly. Now Bismarck was so fond of the Lamb kin that he wanted to follow him everywhere, and one afternoon, when Butternut was pre paring to ride over to the post-office, he came down by the gate and spoke in growls of the pleasure it would give him to make the jour ney too. But this was ridiculous, as the dis tance, counting both ways, was a dozen miles, and the Lambkin expected to cover it in a hurry. Bismarck, however, was determined, and rubbed himself insistently against the legs of both the Lambkin and his pony, which caused Terrapin, who was docile only when not surprised, to suddenly and vigorously lift his rear hoofs. Butternut was standing di rectly behind him, but fortunately so close that the animal s heels were against his breast before they shot outward, otherwise the re sult might have been serious. As it hap pened, he was simply raised clear of the earth, and, after traveling backward five 119 BUTTERNUT JONES paces, landed on a barrel, which, rolling, broke the force of his fall. The incident, however, was quite enough to arouse the wrath of the mildest man, and it left the Lambkin furious. Terrapin he could not blame, so directed all his anger toward the bear. "You howlin fool! For two shucks I d break you in two! " Bismarck, drooping his head, whined many regrets, but the Lambkin, with no gen tle hands, seized him and hauled him toward the creek, whose high and steep bank stood back of the cow-pens. The animal howled bitterly, and sought with craft to get a hold on his master s clothing, but Butternut dex terously kept the length of his arm between them. A series of vicious tugs brought them to the verge of the bank, and the next moment Bismarck, by a deft movement of the Lamb kin s foot, was sent whirling over and over down the incline. Growling and howling, and clawing up the dust, he tumbled and slid until finally, clearing the slant for sev eral feet, he swooped into the pool below. There, as he splashed about, his growl be- 120 TREACHEROUS MOONLIGHT came more like a roar, which caused the Lambkin to laugh in wicked glee, even as he rubbed his chest. It would take some minutes for Bismarck to reach the ford crossing and return to high ground, and it was not at all likely that he was now in the mood for travel. Meanwhile Butternut, whose journey lay in another di rection, could be well on his way, and accord ingly, with a satisfied smirk over his exploit, the Lambkin strode to his bronco, and swing ing airily into the stirrups, rode at a lively pace down the wagon-lane. And as he rode, the way he had routed Bismarck struck him as highly humorous. " Now, didn t he do it handsomely!" he chuckled. " And wasn t it a circus to see him slide!" Then he added, doubtingly: " He ll want to lick me, tho , when I get back." Which wasn t a bad surmise. For Bis marck, while his disposition had been friend ly from birth, was keenly sensitive when it came to gross injury, and such direct and violent abuse he would not be likely to over look. The chances were excellent that he 9 121 BUTTERNUT JONES would take a few rounds out of the Lambkin on the latter s return. Butternut observed that the afternoon was gliding into evening, which pleased him, for night traveling was always a joy to his poetic soul. He loved to ride at twilight through the treeless, tranquil hills, fencing pastures among the stars, or garnering messages of mystery from the morose whisperings of the night. As a result of the mood which now enveloped him his hurry was forgotten, and soon he was riding at a walk by the pastures and fields. And when he met Jimsey, a little later, at Panther Ford, he was quite disposed to pass a quarter of an hour in valueless converse. The Twin Bar lay some miles west of the Circle-B, and Jimsey was homeward bound. His greeting was most hilarious, and the Lambkin was glad to his heels. For some reason of late he was always happy to see Jimsey. They talked at some length. They inquired the health of everybody in their re spective localities, alluded with fine irony to the judgment displayed by a mutual friend in a recent " hawss " trade, mentioned the com- 122 TREACHEROUS MOONLIGHT ing dance on Green Fork, and, in short, found so many topics to discuss that it was heavy dusk ere they separated. The Lambkin, as they rode apart, called back, as an after-thought: " By the way, Jim- sey, that pesky bear o mine may be followin me, and in case you meet him, just rope him and lead him home as a favor." Jimsey, laughing noisily, assented, and Butternut rode onward, musing lightly on the probability of his attending the Green Fork dance. His way, from Panther Ford, was a grav elly road, winding with the stream down the gorge, along which stood the only timber within many miles. The moon, which had been in view long before dusk, slanting through the cottonwoods, cast luminous " crazy " patches athwart the gulch. The Lambkin could never say where he first became aware that Bismarck was follow ing him, but believed it to be at a point about a mile from the ford. At first he strove not to credit his sight, thinking, in view of Jimsey s compact, that the moonlight was de ceiving him. Then he sought to build the 123 BUTTERNUT JONES object into some other animal, but it was too round and thick for dog or wolf. Jimsey, jthen, had let him slip by. For a moment the Lambkin s chagrin was about to swell into an outburst, but softened instead into supreme disgust. As the bear neared him he pulled rein, and turning, with his thigh across the saddle, addressed him reproachfully and with weariness: " Biz, I m ashamed o you. Do you know you re wearin my patience plum to fraz zles?" Bismarck had halted for an instant, then continued his approach, and now stood mo tionless, his eyes glittering warily. The Lambkin began to lecture him: " You re an idiot, that s what you are, sir the biggest idiot in this township. You re the foolishest critter that ever wore hair." Bismarck whined a protest. The Lambkin, naturally, each moment that he scolded felt himself the more deeply injured, and finally could not resist the im pulse to dismount and approach his auditor threateningly. Bismarck at once rose on his haunches and began moving his forepaws up 124 TREACHEROUS MOONLIGHT and down in the manner of a boxer on the defensive. The Lambkin advanced upon him and gave him a brisk rap on the ear. " Go home, you mule-headed baboon! D you hear? Git! " But Bismarck showed no inclination to retreat. On the contrary, he seemed the more determined to hold his ground. He whined again, and then suddenly roared mightily, assuming a most ferocious aspect. But the Lambkin was used to that. It was a favorite trick of the bear s, when losing the advantage in a scuffle, to try to frighten his adversary with the noise of his voice and the sudden taking on of a savage look. But this had grown so old to Butternut that it made him laugh to have it tried on him now. By way of humoring Biz, however, in order the greater to ruffle him finally, the Lambkin dodged and ducked away as though in terror. The next moment he had stridden up to Bis marck and tormentingly struck the big black nose with his knuckles. The animal uttered another roar, which filled Butternut with de light, and lunged his heavy body at the cow- 125 BUTTERNUT JONES boy, who sprang out of his way and, twisting his foot under the legs of the bear, flung him upon his side. The Lambkin s favorite trick was quite as old as Bismarck s, but in this case a very pretty success. However, Bismarck, after rolling ingloriously, was at once on his feet, and came at him so fiercely that Butter nut for a moment feared he was in earnest, but immediately the Lambkin was laughing and dancing nimbly about, alert for the open ing of which he had availed himself before. It came presently, and again making a quick and deft thrust with his foot, he twirled Bis marck upon his back. " You won t go, hey? You web-footed, thumb-bitin woodchuck! Then I ll have to take you." The Lambkin usually enjoyed nothing so much as a frolic with Biz, but just now his hurry came on him again, and, thoroughly provoked, he resolved to escort the animal home and lock him in the stable. But before doing this he would have one more " go " with him, and this time (with a grim desire to show the bear that he was master at any style of encounter) they would wrestle it out 126 TREACHEROUS MOONLIGHT at close quarters. However, in this bout he must secure " the under-holt." It would never do for Bismarck to get him round the waist. Accordingly, as the animal now rushed, he squared off with alert eye, deter mined to seize the right moment for clos ing in. But, balancing forward, he stopped abruptly, his face pallid as the moonlight. Bismarck was coming for him; but, ignoring an instant the ways of the battle, his gaze went beyond, where up the gorge came Jim- sey in brisk pursuit of a massive black object whose lumbering, awkward gait awoke mem ories in the Lambkin s mind. With a wild, terrified yell he sprang aside, escaping by an inch the lunge of his antag onist, who, apparently alarmed by the ap proaching hoofs, did not wheel, but scurried away down the gulch. A moment afterward the animal in advance of Jimsey was rubbing his thick body cat-like against the Lambkin s legs, and Jimsey, halted near, was saying, apologetically: " Couldn t rope him no more n I could rope a coyote. Ever time I d throw he d 127 BUTTERNUT JONES squat flatter n a skillet. Met him less n half a mile t other side the ford, V been tryin to head him off What s ailin you, Butter nut? " The Lambkin seemed bereft of speech. He had been seized by a faintness in every limb, and would have sunk at once to the ground had not Bismarck propped his broad back against him. " Jimsey," he mumbled, finally, " is your gun handy? " " You bet she air." The foreman s six- shooter glistened in the moonlight. " Well, if you don t mind, Jimsey, I wish you d turn her on me and let her go. It ll be a clean waste o lead, I know, but I really ought not to live." There was a prayer in the Lambkin s voice. " What ye done, Butternut? " "Done! Jimsey, Jimsey, what haven t I done? Before you came in sight I was over taken by a bear! " " Lambkin, Lambkin! That wasn t a Var you was frolickin with? " " Yes, Jimsey, a bear of full size. I I thought it was Biz! " 128 TREACHEROUS MOONLIGHT " Oh, you Lambkin! " " And I boxed his ears with my hands and gave him a couple o clips on the nose! " " You buzzard!" " I was just goin to wrestle him, Jimsey, when you interrupted the game. I was just lookin for the under-holt! And when he got savage, I thought he was just bluffin , and Jimsey, Jimsey!" The Lambkin fanned the air with his hands. " Either shoot quick or turn me into a corn-field and let me lose my self!" He was really in a bad state, the enormity of the blunder affecting him far more deeply than the conscious facing of any danger could have done. His legs wobbled from partial paralysis, and his teeth clicked vibrantly in the night. Finally he succeeded in shambling over to his pony, waiting patiently by the roadside, and clambered laboredly into the saddle. Jimsey, whose laughter was like nothing if not like the screeches of a panther, headed the procession homeward, Bismarck trailing behind the Lambkin, whose journey for the mail was obliged to await another day. 129 CHAPTER IX THE GREEN FORK DANCE EARLY September. The first dance of the season was to occur at Colonel Jake Baldwin s ranch, near the head of the stream known as Green Fork, and in the moonlit dusk of the important evening wagon-loads of families and bunches of horsemen were moving from every quar ter over the plain toward a common center, as to a magnet. As these converging caval cades approached the blinking windows of the ranch-house, the night was filled with the noise of mirth. The occupants of the vehicles conversed in glee on every conceivable topic, or screamed in feigned terror as they passed a hazardous unevenness in the trail, while the jocund cowboys rode riotously, with many a gibe and jest between the merry gleams of cigarettes. Through the purple evening, from the trees which lined the stream, came the clan- 130 THE GREEN FORK DANCE gorous song of the insects, and perfumed peace filled the land. Colonel Baldwin had himself gone care fully about his house and yards, casting a sagacious eye into every corner to see that no preparations were lacking for the comfort and convenience of his prospective guests. For the jaded ponies soon to assemble he had seen that there was plenty of his choicest hay accessible, and that an extra pole and post had been added to the long hitching-rack in front of the house. The wide, long dining-room, built with a view to just such events, had been cleared of its usual furniture, and benches, contrived by the laying of planks on kegs and boxes, placed along the walls. At one end of the room were two barrels, and on these had been placed a couple of chairs for the orchestra. Fiddling Larry of the " Loop-and-L " was to officiate, assisted by Mr. Pete Sanchez, the barber of Fairfield, who " sawed a little now and then." This latter gentleman, by the way, had already arrived with his instrument, and, though at the time there was not a guest in sight, and the dancing could not begin for BUTTERNUT JONES a good hour, had carefully seated himself on his barrel and was now steadily confronting the vacant room. The expectant Colonel, on his piazza, tranquilly stroked his goatee and smiled at the encroaching sounds of vitality. In one of the groups of cavaliers rode the garrulous Jimsey, and he was playing But ternut false. With many a grin and eloquent gesture of the hand, he was telling of a late episode in which a friend of his, in the moon light, had embraced a wild bear, thinking he was tame. His remarks from time to time, were greeted with howls. " But you ll have to defend me, boys, if he ever knows I told! You all kin swear that I never mentioned any names! " His companions screeched tumultuously. " You bet," sawed a heavy voice, " and tame b ars air so powerful thick roun hyer thet I reckon we air likely to git him con fused haw! haw! haw!" Another cluster of blithe riders, descend ing the last hill of their journey, burst hilari ously into song: " If you can t be a bell-cow, fall in behind." 132 THE GREEN FORK DANCE In delivering this chorus after the second stanza they were interrupted by a new sound. Fiddling Larry came alone over the plain, his instrument held caressingly to his bosom, his cigarette twinkling like a lightning-bug. As he rode over a hill at a point which brought the ranch-house windows into view, he was suddenly moved to music, and, draw ing his riddle from its flannel bag, sent the strains of " Suwanee River " winding over the valley. And Larry was nothing if not a fid dler. He knew little of " minors " or " flats," but the way he could pluck the soul from his instrument was a revelation. From softest cadence to the deepest mellow notes he could trill with a master s skill, and as he now gave this sentimental air to the breezeless night, all human voices were stilled. It was this sud den stream of melody that cleft the cowboys chorus in half, and it also caused Jimsey, fur ther detailing his " story," to pause in the act of gesturing, his hand suspended in the air. In but one quarter, however, did it come near to having a calamitous effect. Winding across the valley, and stealing in at the win dows of the Colonel s dining-room, it caught 133 BUTTERNUT JONES the ear of the barber of Fairfield, and aroused him so abruptly from his state of abstraction that he narrowly escaped toppling from his barrel and bringing disaster to his instrument. He had not heard Fiddling Larry, the musi cian. He had heard the leader of the orches tra, and like a trained soldier had given attention. Of course all the revelers did not reach the Colonel s at the same time, nor yet in the same hour. From one to forty miles they had come, and, while most of them had timed their start according to distance, it was near ten o clock before there was a gathering of importance. Besides Fiddling Larry and the barber of Fairfield, there was another man who came alone to this event. Butternut, on his calico pony, rode thoughtfully through the hills, just as he had ridden for the mail a week be fore. At home, by an invented pretext, he had sent his comrades ahead and spent an hour with his books before starting on the twelve-mile journey. He had been tempted not to come at all, for she, of course, would not be there, and, aside from her and his very THE GREEN FORK DANCE best book, he had come to find little of inter est in his days. His romance had become a serious thing, and it pained him the way this woman, of whom he had seen so little, held his heart. He should have known that pres ence is secondary in the growth of such mat ters, but then he was a Lambkin. He rea soned most convincingly to himself that she would not be at the dance. Used as she was to more " polite " gaieties, the varied pleas ures of city life not always more intellect ual, to be sure, but certainly more fashionable the rough frivolities of a cowboy dance, miles distant, would scarcely appeal to her as an attraction. Hence, why should he go? Not because he was in love with Captain Kitty did he ask this of course not. He had merely found a certain pleasure in her society which made other things seem barren and empty. This dance, for example, with her absent, would be a mere subterfuge. So again, why should he go? Well, for the same reason, perhaps, that a man sometimes drinks to excess to find oblivion from his woes, to shed his mental burdens like a garment. Al though he knew (to a certainty!) that he did 135 BUTTERNUT JONES not love her, he nevertheless reflected that in Missouri she probably had a score or more admirers, all distinguished in their chosen walks, men of worldly power and success. The thought caused him to smile rather pite- ously at the important figure he must present to her eyes a casual and penniless cowboy! Compared to men of fortune and power, he was merely one of a vast number, like the cat tle on the plains. Of course he would have never indulged in such self-abasement had he felt that he had done his best. It was the consciousness that he had been delinquent in the light of his own standards that hurt. " A man with talents who neglects them is worse than a talentless man, for he is trampling on angels." He had read something like that recently in a new book, and it had smitten him to the quick. As the Lambkin dismounted at the Colo nel s house, and hitched the calico pony among the earlier equine arrivals, the first dance ended, the jubilant fiddles ceased, and the laughter and talk of perspiring rioters flooded the night. By the time he had light ened girth, hung his spurs on his saddle-horn, 136 THE GREEN FORK DANCE and foraged some hay from the Colonel s store, the set for the next " quadrille " was forming. The Lambkin with an extra hand kerchief flicked the dust from his boots, felt the studied carelessness of his tie, and, pass ing into the hall, dropped his hat in a corner. The master of ceremonies was bawling " Two more couples ! " when he met the Colonel s young wife at the far end of the hall. To this lady he made his most flexible bow, and receiving a nod of understanding, they " sa shayed " at once toward the middle of the ballroom. Instantly cries of " Let s play bear!" "Who ll be the bear!" rang through the room, but the smiling Lambkin stood un moved. He had expected this, and was there fore enabled to gossip in a delighted and absorbed manner with his partner while his facetious comrades shouted themselves hoarse. He, of course, yearned to throttle Jimsey, but that gentleman was protecting himself by staying with the ladies, and besides the future would provide a better time. Suddenly the Lambkin s feet seemed frozen to the floor. The last couple needed !0 BUTTERNUT JONES had come forward, and, trailing an eye in their direction, he beheld the gallant McCor- mick, and on his arm Captain Kitty, who had just arrived. The fiddlers striking up at the instant had drawn her attention toward them, so his gaze flew quickly to another quarter, and he thanked his stars that he had seen her when she was not looking his way, thus gain ing time to calm himself. Now he was all ease and blithely conversing with his partner, while his drooping eye counted the skirts round the circle to his left. She would be the fourth he would swing! " Balance all! " bawled the prompter, and the whirl began. As he reached and swung her, the greeting she gave him was deliciously cordial everything he could wish and as he felt her warm fingers he could not for his life prevent a flush from suffusing him to the hair. He had passed her in a breath, how ever, and was softly cursing himself, though he was the best-dressed man on the floor. He " spotted " her uncle, a florid but agreeable looking man in city clothes, standing in the doorway with the Colonel. "Chase and swing! Grand right and 138 THE GREEN FORK DANCE left! " called the resonant master of proceed ings. " Did you see Snuffles I mean Boodler, as you came in? " he asked, when they next circled together. Her eyes went wide with such genuine pleasure that he was consumed with remorse for the ruse he had in mind. But before he could speak again the arm of the next gallant had abducted her. The dance concluded, he went to her, and she presented him in the friendliest fashion to her uncle, after which she demanded to be taken at once to Boodler. He led her out into the moonlight, through the yard to a side gate, and on out to the farthermost wagon, with its two horses haltered to the wheels, munching hay. " I hope you won t kill me, ma am," he said, in his gentlest drawl, " if I tell you Boodler is not here." " Why, you said " "I asked if you d seen him as you wentin." She was not the woman who could fail to relish the motive for his guile, but she had to appear displeased. " You came some distance to apologize." 139 BUTTERNUT JONES " Madam," he said, softly, " I came to give and receive a reprimand, and such things are not for the whole population to hear." " You came to give one? " " Yes m. I was wonderin if you called this ambition? " She remembered her upbraiding banter, and said hastily: " Let s don t talk of ambition to-night. Spartacus has been over to see us." "Yes! McCormick did tell me he saw him visitin at your place. He s some bigger than Cookies, isn t he?" " Oh, he s a monster. It can t be true that General Custer whipped him? " He smiled at the remembrance of that lively and memorable affray. " Yes m. It s terribly hard to believe, but it s true as preachin . And you d never think it of the general, would you? " " I d never think it of Spartacus. I guess I won t tell Jimsey, he d be so broken-hearted." " Oh, he wouldn t believe you. He thinks the world of Spartacus since the day he hauled us out of a fix." "Oh, then that is true!" she cried, 140 THE GREEN FORK DANCE quickly. " I thought maybe that was just a story. " " Jimsey been tellin you that? Well, it s quite true." Then, she thought to herself, Jimsey s climax must also be true. She had seated herself on the slanting wagon-tongue, while he rested his right foot among the spokes. Thus in speaking to him she was obliged to look up, and the moonlight striking full upon her, he caught her rare round face at its best. "Look at that ring around the moon!" she cried, suddenly, with unconscious serious ness. " What is it there for? " " I can t say," he drawled, as he looked, " unless the lady up there s givin a circus." He was all levity now, for even if he blushed she could not discern it, though the moonlight was strong. She laughed unre strainedly, for the reason that she could not help it. " Why do you think there s a lady there? " " Well," he said, deliberating, " I don t know, unless it s because if there wasn t a man wouldn t stay." 141 BUTTERNUT JONES He was so much at ease in talking to her, without arrogance, and his wit was so free from the labored sort, that she was pleased with him, and he knew it. " I scarcely expected you here to-night," he said, after the first silence. " Indeed," she answered, quietly. " Was that why you came? " He was caught unawares at this, but liked it, as a skilled fencer enjoys a touch of tem per in the foeman s blade. " I said scarcely/ ma am. It was the hope that I d be mistaken that brought me." Felicitous invention ! He thought to him self what an admirable lie, yet it worried not his conscience. " Then, too," he went on, serenely, " we cattle fellows have little else to amuse us. But you are used to such better things. I thought maybe a cowboy dance would be too rough or unrefined to interest you." " Rough! Unrefined! " she exclaimed, in sudden resentment. " They are the rarest and best people in the world. When you see one of them you see a man as he is. At a society * function in the cities it is hard to 142 THE GREEN FORK DANCE make distinctions in men, they all look so like automatons in their dress clothes, wearing the same set smile, and are so excessively polite. They torture you with their eternal patron izing airs, and think they re pleasing you. And the women are no better. Unnatural and miserable, yet they smile smile smile at anything you may say, and whether they hear it or not, so that if a sensible speech does come to the tongue, you don t feel like wast ing it. But here all is sincerity. There is no 4 put on here. They wear their true feelings in their faces, expressing themselves in every action, and they know no etiquette that comes not from the heart. They re as natural and refreshing as the rocks and trees I love them all!" The Lambkin felt a flood of grateful feeling come over him. " Miss Kitty," he said, warmly, " that was a right noble speech, and I m powerfully proud to hear it." Then, suddenly, in his most innocent drawl: " Could you ever love one of them in par- ticular? " The fiddles were in high glee, and the BUTTERNUT JONES important bawl of the prompter came regu larly through the night. From time to time one of the ponies feeding at the rear of the wagon put a peremptory hoof to the ground, and in the sleepy hollow beneath the trees the insects spun their drowsy song. As this startling query came to her, she glanced nar rowly at him, but he was looking interestedly at the open windows. Did he refer to any one of the general lot, or to some one already individualized in his mind perhaps him self? " If you mean," she said, finally, and with frankness, " the untutored ones, unfortunate in learning and breeding I could not. I love them as a class, just as I love everything that is natural, honest, and good, but there must be mental equality and culture for the love you are thinking of. But if you mean those of them who have both culture and learning, as well as character, and have chosen this life not because unfitted for high er things, but because, perhaps, it was the best that offered at one time, then I think / could! " He was still looking at the fleeting figures 144 THE GREEN FORK DANCE of the dancers. The capable orchestra never flagged, and through the open windows came the shuffle and slide of the jouncing feet "Salute your ladies ! All together ! Ladies opposite the same ; Hit the lumber with your leather, Balance all ! and swing your dame !" Something in his kaleidoscopic view of the whirling couples caused him to start sud denly and make a lightning movement of his hand to his side, while he turned with averted face from her. She observed a momentary rigidness in his figure, and instinctively knew that he had been stirred by some strong emo tion, but it was perhaps as well that she had not seen the sudden white woe of his face. He turned almost instantly back to her, and at that moment the fiddles ceased. " I believe I have the next dance," he said, and his voice was steady and assuring. They went into the house. Then, his dance over, the Lambkin did a wild thing. Without making his good-bys, and seizing an opportune moment, he stole like a hunted person from the house. Mc- BUTTERNUT JONES Cormick and Jimsey were in the path be tween the steps and the gate, but he passed without seeing them, and an instant later, be yond the yard, buckled on his spurs and, mounting, rode the calico pony madly through the night. 146 CHAPTER X A PREVIOUS INCIDENT WHAT did he see? Not the moonstruck levels, not the row of cottonwoods by the creek, certainly not the homeward trail, and it was well that Terrapin knew the road. The Lambkin was thinking of another trail, which wound, in his memory, alongside a canon which led past an assembly of squat cabins, not many miles from the Circle-B. The denizens of the camp called it a town Whitewater they had named it, and he had visited there frequently during his first year on the range. He remembered that the big cabin, known as " the Sable Serpent," at the upper end of the gulch, had, by its hospitable and versatile manners, won great popularity among the inhabitants. It had a long plank bar, some chairs, and a stage inside, and out side a sign, flaming red, with a tall bottle in the foreground and a black snake coiled above BUTTERNUT JONES it, taperingly, like a corkscrew. And the floor of this place was not always rilled with chairs, but regularly each night the room was cleared and the space appropriated by hilari ous men and women who swayed riotously to the whine of a wheezy violin. Often in pass ing he had heard the slump and slide of their feet and caught fleeting views of their figures swaggering by the windows, and once he had glimpsed the profile of the man who leaned his back to the wall and at intervals gave them guiding information. Later, being bolder, it had occurred to him one night to go in, and he went in, accompanied by Mc- Cormick, who was acquainted, and so made it easy for him. McCormick, among other ceremonies, presented him to the ladies, and this he did in royal fashion, as if each were a princess, and indeed perhaps they were in poor McCormick s eyes. " Violet, the Whip- poorwill," was the one he had recommended to Butternut, who, new to the game, learned to regard all she did as the outgrowth of her admiration for him. She taught him the quadrille, and at the time of his quarrel with " Jemmy, the Shuffler," she had been on. hand 148 A PREVIOUS INCIDENT to care for his shattered wrist. Which was certainly very nice of her. Not every woman, he thought, would go to such trouble on his account. Accordingly, he grew convinced that she was of finer fabric than the others, and came to believe himself very lucky. Eventually he confided this to her, and she, amid tearful remorse that it should be im possible for him to think well of her, gave him various woful fragments of personal his tory which had never before been told to mortal ear never! And he discovered a new name for her conduct, which was heroism. Finally it was clear to his mind that the world was bereft of all poetry save that which she inspired, and so began his worship of her. It followed naturally that he should ride over to Whitewater every Saturday night, with McCormick, whom he told about Violet s past, and McCormick was too generous to hint that she had told him the same thing so often that he could recite it offhand. To Butternut it was plain that nothing save the merciless force of circumstance had brought the Whippoorwill to her present station, and how could she have prevented that? 149 BUTTERNUT JONES Accordingly, he listened with profound sym pathy to her, and was properly thrilled by her resolutions of reform, somehow unmind ful that there was always a third witness to these conversations, and that was a long, dark bottle from which she at periods drew inspi ration, and for which he paid. Then on a careless night she had pre vailed upon him to the extent of a single glass, whose influence, reenforced by her smiles, sent him wandering in delightful ways, with a weeping intelligence behind. She had really fancied him then, and the steps were few to the end of the gulch where lived the parson of this glad town. So when the unmeant words found his lips she was ready, and thus did one of his enchanted paths betray him, and lost Intelligence could only weep afresh as he entered the temple of destruction. Few of the happenings of that hour had remained clear to him save the vital and vivid fact that he had been decently and properly married. Then he had received a terrible blow. On the Saturday following he had ridden 150 A PREVIOUS INCIDENT not unjoyously to the Sable Serpent, hav ing brought her a buttercup from over the divide, and found her in the exclusive com pany of the Shuffler, to whom he had not heard her speak since the quarrel. And not only was she in his company, but it was plain that she was having a delightful time. The Shuffler s wit must be something delicious, for when he spoke she smiled most radiantly and drank his health. And the Lambkin dis covered that, on his approach, her hilarity, instead of softening, became uproarious. He suddenly found himself in the awkward po sition of presenting a buttercup to a bride who was laughing at him. Then his folly grew tenfold. He demanded an explanation, and this of course threw her into convulsions. She wriggled through a prolonged spasm of mirth, and among other things called upon the Shuffle 1 - to bear her out in the opinion that the Lambkin was a fool which the Shuffler did with alacrity. And the Lamb kin, after squeezing the buttercup to powder in his grasp and withdrawing into the gulch, also concurred in this opinion. He had never seen her since, and the BUTTERNUT JONES wheel of her inclination taking her early be yond his hearing had spared him the trouble of turning his path. But now had come another, a girl from Missouri, whom he had not been sure that he loved until to-night. He had thought it not wrong to put the other one far toward the back of his mind while he stole luxurious moments in this new and wonderful presence, until the delight of a great influence came to him. Then, in the same breath with that awakening, the dancers, through Colonel Baldwin s windows, like a sliding lantern on his vision, had become the dancers of the Sable Serpent, and he knew that because he loved her he was lost. His remembrance of that night after the Shuffler episode had never terribly distressed him for the reason that there had come until now no other woman. It had required a cer tain condition to bring his folly home to him, and that condition was arrived to-night and had burnt upon his mind a picture of that hour in all its garish colors. Twice, as he galloped, he lifted his voice in a wild cry to the night. There, in truth, had he played 152 A PREVIOUS INCIDENT the fool then indeed had he been the Lambkin. Thus the gentle Butternut at the end of his twelve miles slunk reelingly into his cabin, and, falling prone across his bunk, cried out his heart in an agony of despair and shame. 11 153 CHAPTER XI THE TWIN BAR HAS A VISITOR SINCE the day of her ride with Butter nut on the River Road certain letters of Captain Kitty, in addition to those she sent her uncle, had been less frequent. She had also experienced occasional thoughtful or ab stracted moods which, though not new with her, were unduly prolonged, and which her sagacious old aunt, Mrs. Camden Collett, coupling them with the irregularity of the letters mentioned, had come to regard with a suspicion not unmixed with alarm. Mrs. Collett was not a wise woman, but at a remote period had maneuvered into mat rimony, and she knew enough about " signs " to understand that it was time for appre hension. " It s all that Jimsey s doings," she said, with a nervous setting together of her little teeth. 154 THE TWIN BAR HAS A VISITOR The wily foreman and Mrs. Collett had no great liking for each other. Jimsey had accepted her as an institution at Twin Bar because she was Captain Kitty s aunt, and Mrs. Collett tolerated the foreman because he was, apparently, a necessity at the ranch. This astute lady hated the country and coun try life, but the city she loved in fact, one dusty brick in a pavement was more to her than all the sweep and run of the rolling lands about Twin Bar. Having no money, she was dependent upon her brother, who, while supplying her prudently, thought very properly that she should attach herself to her niece in the capacity of motherly guide and protector, and whatever seemed proper to a brother with a bank account was law unto Mrs. Collett, for she, too, had the instincts of a politician. From the time she had joined her niece at the ranch all her wiles and forces had been employed toward one object a return to the city. But day by day Catherine seemed to drift farther beyond her reach into the hated, unintelligible life about her, and to poor, puz zled Mrs. Collett Foreman Jimsey was a sort BUTTERNUT JONES of wicked magician at the gates of this strange world enticing her niece to the ruin which would inevitably come with her marriage to one of the terrible creatures that seemed as natural a product of the untamed country as the wild steer and the prairie grass. Every word that Jimsey uttered about Butternut turned into a dagger and swung over her head; every time the cowboy was praised in her presence she knew that another gray hair started in her temples. A marriage like that was too awful to contemplate. It could not be. She was mad to think such a thing pos sible when there was Dick Thorne, polished and wealthy, not to speak of all the others dear Richard, who owned the finest house on the finest street in Kansas City, and was bereft of both parents! To preside in that house had so long been a glittering dream of Mrs. Collett s that the prospect of so worthy an ambition being thwarted struck her as noth ing less than appalling. On the second morning following the dance on Green Fork, Mrs. Collett was lin gering in the dining-room, her brow knit in fine wrinkles over something Catherine had THE TWIN BAR HAS A VISITOR said about living forever in such a wonderful country, when her niece suddenly returned to the room. " Uncle tells me, Aunt Bertha, that he asked Dick Thorne to pay us a visit, and is expecting him to-day." " Oh, the darling fellow!" exclaimed Mrs. Collett, with a joyous move to em brace her niece. " Won t it be lovely to have him? Have you asked Jimsey to send the buggy? " " I hadn t thought of it." " Then leave it to me, dear." The delighted woman was so impatient to triumph over Jimsey that she did not wait to summon him, but went at once to his quar ters, where she found the foreman at a late breakfast. " Is the surrey in condition? " she asked. " Shines like a lookin -glass, ma am." "The sorrel trotters in the stables?" " Jest kickin fer air, ma am." " Well, I want you to drive to the station this afternoon to meet Mr. Thorne." She made a pretended move to go, and turned to him again. " I suppose I had better tell you 157 BUTTERNUT JONES that Mr. Thorne is a very important visitor, and I expect you to have everything in the best order. He is much interested in my niece, and I am pleased to know that she re turns his interest." " Mr. Thorne, ma am? " said Jimsey, in gentlemanly consternation. " Yes. I don t think Miss Cloud will go back with him this time, but she s very im pulsive, and I am prepared for anything." Poor Jimsey almost gulped his cup in his effort to swallow his discomfiture with his coffee. " I ll give him some news for Circle-B, anyway," mused the satisfied lady, as she left the room, believing that she had heard the last of the presumptuous foreman s insinua tions regarding the odious Butternut. An hour after Jimsey s depature for the station, Catherine, on horseback, set out in the same direction, leading a second horse that bore a man s saddle. Yielding to a sud den impulse, and recalling the many pleas ures she owed to Dick Thorne (they had really been strong friends in the " society " whirl), she had decided to treat him to a ride 158 THE TWIN BAR HAS A VISITOR and show him some of the country this very afternoon. Aunt Bertha observed her de parture with a smile of supreme content. The indications, to her, were that things were settled at last. Two miles from the station Catherine met Jimsey with his traveler. The foreman wore a look of subdued protest. To be asked to drive to the station instead of sending a hand was itself an indignity, but to be forced to drive a Mr. Thorne was injury unpardon able. That gentleman was not only un troubled, but profoundly at his ease. John Ramsgate s invitation to spend a season at Twin Bar had come to him like the announce ment of a long-expected victory. He re garded it as a sort of road by which he and Catherine were to finally reach an under standing. True, it had been a little incon venient for him to leave the city just then, but love is love, and his fashionable world had showed him few women that pleased him from so many points of view as Catherine. As he watched her advancing he congratu lated himself, finding naught but assurance in the impatience which he understood had 159 BUTTERNUT JONES brought her thus to meet him. He had for gotten how amazingly beautiful she was, though he did not like to admit that his memory as a lover could be so inaccurate. She drew rein and waited, and looking more closely he felt that there was something new in her presence something hinting of the majestic and unapproachable. It had long been a tormenting question with him whether she looked best in golf or in riding-habit, but to-day the point was settled. " Heigh-o, Kit," he greeted, with the cheap familiarity of fashion, leaping from the surrey and going to her side. " Hello, Dick," she answered, with the same meaningless freedom, but withdrawing the hand he was inclined to hold too long. " Here s a horse for you. Jump on." His courtly attitude was spoiled, which was not pleasant. Then, a ride in his exces sively neat traveling suit! " You don t want me to ride with you in this dress, Kit? Your man here can take the horses and I ll drive you in." " Idiot," she said, a little impatiently, " we are not on the Boulevard. Get on." 1 60 THE TWIN BAR HAS A VISITOR He saw from her face that further hesi tancy would be a mistake, so leaped into the saddle, and they rode toward the river. Dick Thorne, man of wealth and society, was no bad figure on a horse, and because he was in city dress was certainly not to his discredit, but to Catherine he seemed so ill to fit the wild scenery about them that she could not restrain an amused smile. He caught the mirth in her eye, and, attributing it wholly to the absence of his riding dress, laughed with her. " I call this taking a mean advantage," he railed, in playful scorn. " However, as long as you have made a show of me, I m glad you are enjoying it." " I was thinking your riding clothes wouldn t mend matters much," she said. " I understand," he laughed. " You are so used to seeing nothing but cowboys that I d look like a freak, even in my best dress. I say, Kit, how the dickens am I to make love to you on horseback? " " Make love! For Heaven s sake, don t attempt anything so stupid." She recalled a day, along the River Road, when, with never 161 BUTTERNUT JONES a word of love, a certain man had thrilled her to the soul. He saw that she was in deep earnest, and it occurred to him that his first idea about her unapproachableness had been no mistake. He thought to play upon her vanity. " Do you know what I thought, Kit, when I caught sight of you on your horse? " Her eyes were wandering restlessly beyond him toward the river and the open hills. " I thought that if Queen Elizabeth had had the beauty of Scottish Mary she would have looked like you." " Don t be silly, Dick. Why don t you look at those mountains?" " What are they to me when I have your face?" His admiration was honest, but it seemed to burn her in a furnace of humiliation. She was longing for a speech appropriate to the time and place, and here was a man pay ing worn-out compliments to a woman. Her silent lips sent him trailing for another ap proach. " She used to be crazy about books," he said to himself, and ventured: " The Shelley 162 THE TWIN BAR HAS A VISITOR Club wants you back, Kit. Say there s no genuine spirit left." " Oh, don t," she pleaded, remembering how she had read Alastor in a brilliant room to a dozen mediocre intellects, and then dis sected that flower made of a poet s heart until the empty applause had made her shiver. " So you ve given up culture for na ture? " he asked, on another tack. " They are the same." " May I tell that to the Club? " " No. And don t remind me of my piti ful attempts to be intellectual. There lives a man over there on that ranch to the east who can sit on the root of a cottonwood and look up at the leaves and read more Shelley than you or I will ever know." " Indeed!" said Thorne, receiving his first alarm. " You ve seen him do it, I sup pose?" " No. I hardly know him." " Then how have you learned of his ex traordinary capacity? " " From his eyes." "Oh!" He took his second alarm. " Speaking eyes, I presume?" BUTTERNUT JONES " No, silent eyes. The things in them are incommunicable." " They seem to have informed you pretty well." " About smaller things, yes; but I ll never get to the depths of them." " Upon my word! " " Upon mine, too," cried Catherine, laughing away the last minute which had surprised her as much as it had surprised Thorne. "Kit!" he exclaimed, in sudden relief. "You made it all up!" " I believe I did," said Catherine. Then they were both more comfortable than at any time since their meeting. Thorne held out his hand, and she took it frankly. To the man it meant that they were lovers, to the woman it meant that they could never be lovers, and each thought the other under* stood. They were still cantering toward the river. The deep canon of the Pecos along here is impassable for more than a hundred miles, save at two fords about three miles apart, and they were headed toward the lower ford. 164 THE TWIN BAR HAS A VISITOR On every hand the great treeless plains rose wide and high and mountainous, but the face of Dick Thorne reflected the monotony he found in the landscape. " I say, Kit, when are you coming back to the city? You don t call this living, do you?" " Well, I wasn t particularly thrilled by it at first, but now the vastness of these rolling plains fascinates and delights me." " I can see but one attraction in them." " And that? " " They d make magnificent golf-links! " His face was as solemn as the mountains, but she caught the twinkle of his bold, blue eye, and laughed heartily. " I m glad your true nature has showed itself, and you are not going to be silly." " That one of your prairie animals? " He pointed forward to a mounted figure on the plain, brought into view by a sudden curve and rise in the road, the figure of a handsome giant in a ranchman s suit, so per fectly appropriate that it might have been designed by a genius for the completion of harmony between man and dress. He BUTTERNUT JONES was intently scanning the plain in front of him. " Wouldn t be a bad-looking fellow in a decent suit/ 7 continued Thorne. " It goes well with the prairie and the sky," said Catherine, smiling as she recog nized McCormick. " You seem to know him," said Thorne. " Is he the one with the eyes? " " Well, he has eyes, I think you ll find," said Catherine, with a droop of her own that completed the lie, for her remark was a guard-piece hastily thrown up as her sweep ing glance fell on Butternut, who, with sev eral companions, waited in the shadow of a hill. " Come on and I ll introduce you." "Introduce !" His surprise died in a gasp, for Catherine was riding to McCormick, and the introduc tion followed as soon as Thorne came up. McCormick s heart had thumped down to ward his boots as his eye fell on the man in " city " clothes, but Catherine s cordial greet ing restored it to its normal position. Thorne seemed the troubled one now, for the cowboy proved to be still handsomer at close view, 1 66 THE TWIN BAR HAS A VISITOR and his eyes were a deep blue, to which the lover s suspicion added the quality of dreami ness. " Aren t you afraid the Cross-S will take you up for trespassing, Mr. McCormick? " said Catherine. " I ve heard that the men over there are not in love with their neigh bors. They own all the land down to the river, don t they? " " More, too, Miss Kitty," said the giant with a courteous sweep of his sombrero. " Since the Pecos Cattle Company bought the Cross-S they ve got holt o the hull valley, V they ve picked the country for the meanest lot o rascals that ever camped together. Had to, I reckon, fer a honest man wouldn t work fer the skinny ol company." Butternut rode up, and Catherine re ceived him with a little smile and bow. The Lambkin s object in advancing was to stop McCormick s talk at the proper place, but nothing could stem the giant s eagerness to maintain a conversation with Captain Kitty. " I hope they are not giving you trouble? " she said, making the hope a ques tion. BUTTERNUT JONES " Well, not us so much," replied the giant, in spite of a raised lid from Butternut, " but they re actin the blamed cuss to as decent folks as ever come into the country. The Berrys five brothers they are bought the Ogden strip that begins about a mile t other side the ford, n now the Cross-S has bought all round em n is shuttin em in from all the roads. The Berrys hev offered to sell, but the stingy oP company ca culates to run em out n git their property for nothinV "Why, Mr. McCormick! We must do something about this. What an outrage! " "Yes m. That s jest it a outrage, n outrages are punishable by pistol or hemp in this country whichever comes handiest." " No, no," cried Catherine. " Don t do anything like that! The law will protect these poor people." " Yes," said Butternut, in his gentlest voice, to which a quiet glitter in his eye gave singular emphasis, " it will when they re all dead. I m thinkin , McCormick, we d better move on. And you, Miss Cloud, had better not take up the Pecos road. Some o the 168 THE TWIN BAR HAS A VISITOR Cross-S delegates are hidin along there, and a stray bullet is frequently more dangerous than a bullet well aimed." She fancied an instant a studied distant- ness in his tones, but attributed it wholly to that mental tension naturally incident to a time of peril. "Mr. Jones!" she cried, "this is terri ble! Have you sent to the Twin Bar for help?" " We can t allow a lady s ranch to be troubled, ma am. There s no makin sure where this will end, and the Twin Bar is practically in your charge." " You see, Miss Kitty," said McCormick, still regarding it as his conversation, " I heard this mornin that the Berrys was hevin it lively, with the Cross-S after em for cuttin wire fences what I jest hoped they d hev spunk enough to do so I lopes over with what men could be spared, and we ve been hevin things purty hot all the evenin , V one o the Berrys, the youngest, is layin over there dead now, t other side the ford " "Mercies!" gasped Catherine. "This must stop at once! " is 169 BUTTERNUT JONES " I m perfectly willin , miss; but as we re sit yated at present it cain t stop. We re sorter caught here in a sack, n we ve got to cut out. Ye see we was all on t other side the river, makin together toward the upper ford, cept the youngest Berry. He was scoutin down to the south o us, n got too near the rascals, V they hit him plumb. We heard the shot, n come tearin , but when we got to the trouble, all t we could see was three o the Cross-S critters makin over the ford. We hit after em, n was so rippin mad that we run em two miles this side, right into the enemy s country. Then we see a bunch o the devils comin round a hill a, mile ahead o us, n know d that we was trapped. Bein so many, they d a done us damage, n we ca culate to git out whole if we kin." " Then why don t you go back at once? " asked Catherine. McCormick began to stammer, and But ternut took up the discourse: " Because when we rushed over the ford the gang we d been scoutin for at the upper ford came boltin down, and they re retired 170 THE TWIN BAR HAS A VISITOR in the gully there now, waitin to pepper our return track." " Oh, my goodness ! " " Now, Miss Cloud, you and your friend go back and get out o this. You ll probably see a clump o horsemen about two miles down the road, but just ride by and say noth- in . They ll not bother you. McCormick, we must cross the ford." " You re not going to ride in there and let them fire on you? " trembled Catherine. " Not exactly, ma am," said McCormick, hurrying to save his position as general of the maneuvers. " We re goin to make a run across the plain to the upper ford. They s a chaince they ve left no men up there, V they can t race up the windin river V beat us in." " But if they ve left men there? " " Then we ll hev to locate em, that s all. Butternut, we d better go single file." "Oh!" cried Catherine, "so they can pick you off one at a time! " " Not at all," grinned the giant. " If we ride in together they ll git the drop on the whole of us jest what they re layin for n we won t git a back shot. But we don t expec 171 BUTTERNUT JONES to play to their hand. We ll go in a few yards apart, V they ll have to shoot at one man or keep quiet; then we ve got em spotted n kin fight it out." " Who will ride first? " asked Catherine, in a low voice. "Why," said McCormick, wonderingly, " I reckon I m leadin the party." " And I," said Butternut, quietly, " will go second if you will ride Terrapin, Mc Cormick." " Change now," said the giant, and ac cordingly they did. Catherine s wonderment was lost in the sudden chill which she felt at her heart. Butternut was to ride second, and she had said he was brave to his very face. " I m thinkin ," pursued McCormick, as he glanced at the sun, " as it s such a short time till night, we d better wait. There s a good moon, but our chainces 11 be better, n I reckon there s re lly no danger of em clos- in in on us here s long as they ve got the ford." " We can t wait, McCormick," said But ternut, impatiently. " Maybe some of them THE TWIN BAR HAS A VISITOR have crossed the river and gone to the Berry house, and there s the poor old woman " "What! not alone!" cried Catherine. " Why didn t you tell me? I will go to her at once." Thorne, who had been politely silent, now became sufficiently animated to protest, and McCormick seconded him. Butternut pre served careful silence. " You mustn t think of it, Miss Kitty," said the giant. " It s too dangerous, for if we don t git the best o them in the skirm ish, they ll likely finish the job by firm the house. No, you jest git on now, and I ll see what the men say about holdin off till night." The giant rode off with his head in the air, sorry to leave Captain Kitty, but glad to pose in her eyes as " the leader of the party." But ternut ought to have gone too, but as Cath erine lingered he made no move. " Mr. Jones Oh, I did not introduce you to Mr. Thorne. You must get the men to wait. I m going to ride home as fast as I can, and send all the men from Twin Bar to the upper ford by the north road." 173 BUTTERNUT JONES " Please do nothing, Miss Cloud. Your uncle You will get the men into trouble." " If you think they would displease my uncle in coming, I must let you know that Mr. Ramsgate is not that kind of a man. Moreover, he is a friend of Senator Ardell s, and if there is no law to protect people in the condition of this poor family, he will make one. Mr. Ardell will do anything for my uncle." The Lambkin bowed apologetically as he said: " Miss Cloud, I will tell you what you must soon learn. Mr. Ardell controls the cattle company, now owning the Cross-S, and these men are acting under his orders. Jus tice can not be got out of him, because it isn t in him." " Mr. Ardell does own the Cross-S, Kitty," said Thorne, who saw an opportunity to get in an impressive word, " and," turn ing to Butternut, " I happen to know that he will be at his ranch to-morrow. My uncle, Judge Thorne, knew that he was coming down, and asked me to see him on some per sonal business. I give you my word that 174 THE TWIN BAR HAS A VISITOR he will be persuaded to do the Berrys jus tice." " Thank you, Richard," said Catherine, almost proud of him. " I thank you, too," said Butternut, un consciously adopting the polite language of Thorne; "but you are setting yourself an impossible task." McCormick now returned to them, fol lowed by the Circle-B men and the Berrys. " The vote is to wait," said the giant, simply. " Mr. Jones seems to wish no help," said Catherine, addressing the big cowboy, " but I will send you our men as quick as I can. Meanwhile I hope you will accept Mr. Thome s service." The polite face of Thorne showed that he was a little dazed by this remark, not so much because he was lacking in courage, perhaps, as because he had not been expect ing it. " We ll be glad to hev him among us," said McCormick, with a smile of broad patronage toward the man from the city. But if Thorne felt any apprehension as to 175 BUTTERNUT JONES entering upon such a style of warfare, he was wise enough to hide it from his lady love. " I shall be happy to join you, gentlemen," he said quickly, " if you will oblige me with a weapon." McCormick doubted if he meant it, but courteously ordered a rigid search in his in terest, which, however due, perhaps, to an adroit but comprehensive wink from the cow boy failed to develop any spare arms. The city man, to their minds, looked entirely too incongruous to figure seriously in this mat ter. Thorne, therefore, was obliged to ride regretfully away with Captain Kitty. Down the road they espied the " clump of horsemen," but rode by them unchal lenged. " My plan," said Thorne, " would be to fight it out in daylight." " And I should take moonlight," said Catherine. " It was a wise idea, I think, of Mr. McCormick s." " That s because you like him," he said. " Funny how you gentle creatures always lean to these lumberly giants. Now the slim THE TWIN BAR HAS A VISITOR fellow was miles ahead of him, to my mind. He had grace." "Which one?" she asked, quickly, while her heart seemed touched with flame. " Why, the one you called Jones. You didn t seem to notice him until he made you half mad. And he was the only one worth looking at. He s as trim as a deer. Put him in decent clothes, and a woman might well look at him more than once, too." "Rather dull, wasn t he?" she asked, with shrewd indifference, her tone making him pursue the theme. " Dull! His eye cuts like a brier! Didn t you get the flash of it when he said the law will protect them i when they re all dead ? ( When they re all dead, " he repeated, mock ing the Lambkin s drawl. " He quite took me. I d like to have him up in the city, and I wouldn t be ashamed of him either. He would fit anywhere." " I suppose you mean in society s draw ing-room? " " Well, he would know where to put his feet, I imagine." "What an accomplishment!" she said, 177 BUTTERNUT JONES hating Thorne for this picture of her " prod uct " of nature, her knight of the plains, while almost loving him for his recognition of Butternut s peculiar attractiveness. " The big fellow," continued Thorne, " might do for a coachman." She was not particularly interested in McCormick, but this was too much for her to pass in silence. " Neither money nor misfortune, Rich ard," she flashed, " can ever put the spirit of a flunkey into a cowboy. They are all men! " He promptly and profusely apologized. " Well, by Jove, Kit, I see that I ve got to watch my tongue." She readily forgave him. For had he not praised Butternut? But, as this thought brought the Lambkin again to her mind, for the second time her heart seemed suddenly chilled. He was to ride second! Some women in some humors would rather see the death of the man than the death of their ideal. Her ideal would have ridden first. CHAPTER XII CATHERINE TAKES THE SADDLE WHEN Jimsey reached home he took Mr. Thome s bag from the surrey with due out ward respect, for Mrs. Collett was watching from an upper window, but when he depos ited the hated property in the room which had been made delightful for its prospective occupant, he gave it a kick that would have endangered any breakable contents. Then he sat down and made himself as miserable as possible. " It s all over with Lambkin," he groaned, " and blame me if I kin ever look in his face and tell him." His musing was interrupted by Mrs. Collett. " I wish to make sure that everything is ready in the dear boy s room. He is so fas tidious. More particular, even, than Cath- 179 BUTTERNUT JONES erine, I m afraid. Poor, thoughtless child! I hope she will be able to please him." This mental picture of so much beauty and sweetness degraded to the occupation of pleasing the clay figure he had met at the station was too much for Jimsey, and to pre vent an explosion he hastened to his quar ters, where he nursed it out. About dusk John Ramsgate arrived from Langtry, a progressive town some thirty miles south of Twin Bar. He seemed preoccupied with business, and went at once to his room, while Mrs. Collett hurried preparations for dinner. Orders had been given early for as elaborate a meal as the ranch could provide, and all the servants knew that Mr. Thorne was a very important visitor indeed. That gentleman and Catherine rode up a few minutes after Mr. Ramsgate s arrival. Mrs. Collett greeted Thorne with the cere monious familiarity of a new relative. " I suppose I may," she said, planting a measured kiss on his forehead which was in tended to tell him that she knew all. But if she did her knowledge was considerably more extensive than Thome s. He was beginning 1 80 CATHERINE TAKES THE SADDLE to find out that he knew nothing. Catherine was the only one who was growing in knowl edge. " Your uncle has come, my dear," said Mrs. Collett. " Oh! " Catherine turned to Thorne with a flourish. " Now it will be all right! " Mrs. Collett, thinking the exclamation referred to the engagement, felt a thrill of delight trickle clear to her toes. " Here he is," called the girl, on her way to her uncle s room. " Yes," said Mr. Ramsgate, at the head of the stairs, " here we are." For Catherine was already up the stairs and in his arms. She brought him down caressingly, and he greeted Thorne with a most cordial hand. He was fond of Thorne, for political reasons, the young man s rela tionship to Judge Thorne being something to be valued. " My dear fellow! Glad to see you here. Must have taken a strong pull to get you down in this wilderness." " Oh, uncle," cried Catherine, unable to wait for ceremony, " there s trouble at " 181 BUTTERNUT JONES " Trouble, my dear? Well, we ll take it after dinner. You must be ready to pick a bone, Richard." This was a literal fact; Thorne was ready to pick a bone. The man of golf and fashion had been so full of dreams of Catherine and conquest that he had failed to leave the train when it stopped for dinner, and his fast had combined with his long ride to give his methodically fed stomach the cravings of a cannibal. The sudden mention of dinner, therefore, rather upset his discretion, and he responded with a palpable eagerness that he was quite ready to dine. " Brush up, then, both of you, and we ll begin." Thorne was shown to his room and Cath erine went to hers, her heart beating hotly and her temples singing. He could think of eating when nine men might be dying! As for her uncle, she saw that he was in his most pompous and selfish mood, and that she would really gain time with him by waiting until he was comfortably settled at his din ner. But the loss of a minute was almost intolerable to her, and brought her impulsive 182 CATHERINE TAKES THE SADDLE being the keenest physical as well as mental suffering. " I hope, sister, that you ve something a man can really eat," Mr. Ramsgate was say ing as she entered the dining-room. Mrs. Collett, knowing the dinner was a triumph, smiled with beseeching deprecation. " How can they? " thought Catherine. " But they don t know." And she became more enraged with Thorne, who did know. " I ve sent for my foreman," said Mr. Ramsgate. " I can take his report now, and you won t mind a busy man, Richard. I haven t many more nights here, and I am not here for pleasure, you know. By the way, anybody know anything about that muss at the Cross-S? Ardell is owner there now." " Uncle," said Catherine, on her feet, " that s the trouble. You must send help at once to the upper ford all the men " Jimsey entered unobserved and stood re spectfully. "Tut! You don t mean to say there s a fight on?" said Mr. Ramsgate, with a cut into the roast and a satisfied sniff. "Oh, yes, yes!" 183 BUTTERNUT JONES "Can t be any danger. Sit down! Sit down! The Cross-S has enough men to take care of it if those fool farmers are so stark mad as to make a fight." "The Cross-S! It s the Cattle Company that s making all the trouble! You don t un derstand! They ve shut those poor people in cut them off from all the roads, and won t buy their property, and now they are trying to kill them!" " Serve em right. They ve been cuttin the fences. I know somethin . Come, miss, eat your dinner. Richard, don t let this take your appetite. Sit down, Catherine. Don t show yourself a girl when I ve been makin a man of you. Yes, Richard, she s been right handy to me since I bought these diggin s." " You won t send any help to the Berrys? " " Not by Tom Walker! Eh, Jimsey, you hear me? If any man wants to go, let him take his pay and his grip-sack with him." " And you won t ask Mr. Ardell to buy their property? " "No! What s the use of tryin to look after people that have no more sense than to buy a little strip o 7 land that can be fenced in?" 184 CATHERINE TAKES THE SADDLE " And you won t get a law passed to pro tect people in such cases? " " No! Laws are not made for fools! " " Then you are not a law-maker, but a law-breaker, a murderer, and a thief!" The company rose to its several feet. Catherine s brown eyes, gleaming with twelfth-century fires, radiated light that seemed to burn the whole room. John Rams- gate made a step in her direction as if he would seize and shake her, but he dropped his hand, for even he felt the magnificence of her anger. Mrs. Collett in a flash saw a vision of Catherine disinherited by her uncle and in turn rejected by Richard, and herself very far away from the finest house on the finest street in Kansas City, and she saved the situ ation by the worst nervous attack of her life. It really seemed probable for a few moments that she .would not live. "Auntie, dear auntie!" sobbed Cath erine, on her knees. "John, John! You will forgive her forgive her! " Mrs. Collett finally murmured. " Of course, my dear, of course. Don t is 185 BUTTERNUT JONES let that trouble you. Come, Catherine, kiss me, girl, and tell your old uncle you were a little fool." So Catherine, feeling that there must be something about it all which she could not understand, and which would be explained, kissed him, and Mrs. Collett revived to such an extent that the dinner proceeded. Jimsey was interviewed and dismissed. During the occupation of Mr. Ramsgate with his fore man Mrs. Collett murmured tentatively to Richard, whose seat was next hers: " What must you think of her? " " I think that she is glorious," returned Richard, who had eaten expeditiously and well. " Wouldn t have missed it for a gold mine, by Jove! Did you ever see anything so gorgeous? Hard on the senator, though." " Ah, you understand her! You will not mind these moods?" " She can have as many as she likes if she ll only let me be there to see." " You are in love," said happy Mrs. Col lett, patting his hand under the table. In the large sitting-room, with its easy- chairs, piano, scattered music and books, con- 186 CATHERINE TAKES THE SADDLE versation ran along easily, without reference to the explosive subject, until Mr. Ramsgate thought it safe and timely to touch upon it for the last time. He knew there must always be a rounding-up and a final word where a woman has interested herself in a matter. " My captain mustn t be worried," he said. " It s all a bluff with the Cross-S. They don t want to draw blood. Ardell can t afford to have a big stir just now. He ll call the men off. Probably he s telegraphed al ready. Anyway, I know he don t mean blood with politics like they are. So you be easy and just keep your noddle out of the business. Worryin won t bring beauty-sleep, will it, Richard?" Thorne airily suggested that she did not need to concern herself about that sort of sleep, and offered to ride down to the Berry place the next day and bring her news from the spot. At which Catherine looked at him and rippled a laugh that made him uneasy. " Wouldn t you like to hear? " he asked. " No not to-morrow." " That s little Kitty," laughed her uncle, 187 BUTTERNUT JONES " just as she was when a baby. Vixen one minute and angel the next. You see, Rich ard, it s all over now, and she s just as sen sible as I am. By gracious!" he finished suddenly, jumping up, " I forgot that con founded bag of papers. Must get them of! in the morning. Sorry I can t be with you this evening, but guess you won t miss me. Good night! Good night, Bertha, and good night, my little Kitty." As he went out Catherine leaned over her aunt and whispered, " You will stay with me, auntie?" " The darling child," thought Mrs. Col- lett, " who could ever believe her to be so timid with all that fire in her? " Catherine was just, and she felt that she had not given Richard a fair chance. She had demanded that he should show the same spirit on his arrival that had grown up in her after months of breathing in that magi cal atmosphere. He had not had a fair trial, and she would be kind to him until he got away and through him to-night she would say good-by to the old fashionable life, much of which had been dear to her. So 188 CATHERINE TAKES THE SADDLE she played to him and sang one or two bal lads that he asked for, and all with such mystic tenderness and hovering manner that Mrs. Collett was quite deceived, and Jimsey, coming into the room to make an inquiry, caught one of her " good-by " smiles to Rich ard that turned him cold to his boots. And she was thinking, as she smiled, " They may be dying now nine of them dying now." Thorne was entranced. He had never dreamed that she could be so dear, so sweet, or that his love could be so strong. Would her aunt never go away? Catherine sang again, while she asked herself, " Are they going across the ford now? Is McCormick dead? Is the second man dead? Is the man Berry, the youngest one, still lying on the plain? Does the old mother know?" She closed the piano. " No more? " appealed Thorne. " No more to-night. I am tired." " But you will stay? " he implored, for she was leaving the room. " No, no! I am really tired. To-mor row!" 189 BUTTERNUT JONES Voice and face were gone, and Dick Thorne was left staring. " Poor child! I did not know she had so much feeling," said Mrs. Collett. " You have stirred her to her inmost self, my dear Richard." Before ascending the stairs Catherine went into the dining-room, and, throwing open a window, gazed in the direction where she knew the river lay. Jimsey s voice came out of the dark: " Miss Kitty, tell me about it." And she told him every detail. Jimsey at once disclosed his intention of riding to the ford. " No," said Catherine. " One more would not help." " I want to go to Butternut," persisted Jimsey, like a child. "Jimsey," she said, putting the question that had long been burning in her heart, " what made him ask McCormick to ride Terrapin when he loves him so? " " I reckon he wanted him where he was least likely to git hurt," said the foreman. " What do you mean, Jimsey? " 190 CATHERINE TAKES THE SADDLE "Why, in a ambush like what they d form at the river the first man ll stand the best chaince o gittin through. The watch- ers ll hold their fire till they re shore it ain t a bait jest to locate em and allow em to be flanked from another quarter, and by the time the second man s in sight the first may be purty near across. It s the second man that s in most danger." Catherine, faint and dizzy, dragged her heavy feet up the stairs. She seemed very, very tired. In her room she dropped to the floor, because the bed was on the other side of the apartment, and that was many, many miles away. She was a girl of momentum. Consciously or unconsciously she swept for ward with all her strong, enthusiastic being, and when dashed back, as now, she lay with her wrecked forces like a drowning thing under rolling waves. Her nature was of the simplest kind, instead of the most complex, as those who thought they knew her best sup posed it to be. Right was right, and the eye once on it there could be no other star. All the hesitations, the mincing, picking steps, the byways and underways of caution, pru- 191 BUTTERNUT JONES dence and policy, were but things to laugh at to this girl of moral momentum obeying in veins and soul the law that in the physical world sends a whirling body to its goal. After an hour or two she began to move a little. There was a silent house about her. A horse neighed loudly from the stables. She leaped to her feet as if the sound were a signal for which she had waited. While there seemed nothing to do she could not move, but now all her strength rushed back with a sudden resolve to act. She let herself noiselessly out of the house, went to the stables, and saddled her pony. There was a light at her uncle s window; he was still at his bag of papers. She led her horse gently out of hearing, mounted, and sped over the plain toward the Pecos. 192 CHAPTER XIII THE UPPER FORD THREE miles out Catherine struck the road that led to the upper ford. Ten miles more and the black line of the river bluff stretched before her. A hundred yards from the ford she halted and listened. There were no sounds that might be made by horse or man. It was all over, she told herself. It had happened while she was playing the piano and singing ballads to Dick Thorne. She rode on toward the river, reproach ing herself for feeling so safe. " How did he feel?" she asked. Soon she could see through the cut, down which the road sloped to the river, and catch the glimmer of the moon on the red water. " They were in there," she said. She turned her horse at the entrance to the cut, and rode up to the very edge of the bluff, from which point she gazed alternately at the rolling river, bright 193 BUTTERNUT JONES under the stars, and the vast plains that seemed everywhere. On what fragrant seas the dying soul might drift out from that place! She thought of the oaths that, per haps, had mingled with the breath of the river, and wondered as she shuddered if somehow all had not been made sweet in death. " It ll be a cold layout all around, I guess, if they re in thar," McCormick had said. " Oh, the selfishness of a woman s heart! " said Catherine. " While I thought the great est danger was another s I could stay away, and when I found it was his I came back." She thought of the gentle lips and the smile that transformed the cowboy of the plains, eighteen hundred and ninety-three, to a Galahad bending with divine assurance over beauty in distress, while the forgotten moon played her beams on a vanished world. With most of us it is but a step from reality to romance. With Catherine it was no step at all. Each could be the other interchange ably. She did not feel lonely or strange. She belonged to the hour and the place, for love the love that now she was proud to 194 THE UPPER FORD acknowledge had brought her, and where love leads is woman s way. She returned to the entrance to the cut, and pushed on to where the river lay, broad and tranquil. She wondered if there was blood in it, and whose? Her horse was splashing the water, his hoofs striking against the rock bed of the ford. The stream was shallow, but very wide, and the horse moved slow r ly over the uneven bottom. Midway she seemed to have already come a long voyage, and before her the dark opposite bluff seemed bending to the shore of a sea. She sat stead ily, but fancied she was swaying, and at last on the opposite bank she slipped from her horse and leaned her rocking head against his shoulder until all was clear again. Then mounting, she rode for a mile over the lonely trail to the top of a gently climbing hill, and looked out over the great plains again, calm in the moonlight peace. The road to the Berrys was clear. She passed the Cross-S line without trouble, for the cut pieces of wire fence which had been stretched across the road were trailing on the ground. The house which she presently saw 95 BUTTERNUT JONES ahead of her was small and unpainted, for its owners had spent most of their money for the land and cattle, intending to build more pre tentiously when profits permitted. "What will they think of me?" Cath erine asked herself as she slowly neared the house. " No matter. There is a lonely wom an there whose boy the youngest one is dead. I am going to her" No light was seen through the carefully blinded windows, but when Catherine dis mounted and went softly to the door she heard voices inside, and now and then a sob. A haze came over her. What was she there for? Was her strongest reason to be with the old woman? Away with the lie! It was to find out the names of the dead. The voices cleared to one steady, soothing tone, and as she recognized it she almost fainted on the steps. When Butternut saw Catherine ride away with Thorne he wondered, and all through the events of the evening he continued to wonder. When he had seen her ride up with a man who was patently of the same tribe as herself, young, fairly good-looking, and un- 196 THE UPPER FORD mistakably her lover, he had swallowed the truth without a sign, as he would have swal lowed hot coals and died had the perform ance been an inevitable duty. But when in the course of their talk he had discovered that there was no soul in the eye of the man when he looked at her, then had sorrow in deed possessed him. If Kitty Cloud was of a tribe with this man, what was to become of the heaven he had built where she shone the sole and single star? It was at his feet, a tawdry, tinsel, make-believe glitter, and there was only black void above. " But she offered to go to the old woman," he said, warming his dead idol in a glow of love instantly put out by the recurring pic ture of her riding away with Thorne. " She even looked mad at me," he mused, des perately, sorrowing for the world that might have been had she chosen to smile. " I sup pose they re all alike all the young ones. They have to be mothers, like mine and poor old Mrs. Berry, and love their children and the fathers of them before they are fit to be worshipped. We have to have our idols, and when we can t find em, we make em, and 197 BUTTERNUT JONES fool ourselves into thinkin God had the big gest hand in it, and sit down and admire. Now, if anybody had told me God didn t make her, I would have sorrowed for his ignorance; and all the time I was makin her myself and revelin in my handiwork." McCormick and his men had passed the ford without a shot from ambush or a stir to suggest a hidden enemy, and proceeded with out molestation to bring the body of James Berry home. Then the giant had led the men in hot haste to lie in wait at the lower ford for any invaders from the Cross-S, while the Lambkin remained with Mrs. Berry in case any of the Cattle Company s men should descend from the upper road to fire the house. All the while Butternut thought he was putting Captain Kitty in his mind where he might never find her, and now, when he fancied the task about complete, he heard a light knock at the door. "Who is there?" " Catherine Cloud," came faintly from the other side, and he threw open the door to his instantly resurrected idol. "Bless me, Miss Cloud, you here!" he 198 THE UPPER FORD said, drawing her to Mrs. Berry, who took the trembling hand from his. " This is Miss Cloud, Mrs. Berry, who has come to you be cause she knew you were in trouble. She s an angel." " No," said Mrs. Berry, her dim old eyes taking light from Catherine s young ones, now glowing their brightest, " a good woman, which is a sight more useful in this world than angels, I reckon." She clung to Catherine with a convulsive comfort which showed how she had longed for the touch of one of her sex. " This is my boy, my dear," she said, turn ing to the body of her son. " My baby. He is still purty, you see. The only purty one I had, though they re all good sons enough, but Jimmie was always pettin me an makin up for my lonesomeness an the ol friends I left back in Kentucky. Yes, I reckon he made a fool of his ol mother, an she was proud of it. Oh, miss," she said, falling on her knees, " I can stand it while he s lookin purty like this he s not gone yet; but what ll I do when he turns all dead an they take him away from me?" 199 BUTTERNUT JONES For answer Catherine rocked the sobbing mother in her clasped arms, and mingled her tears with her own, while she refrained from the empty word-comfort which turns sorrow to rebellion. " Thank you, my dear," said the old woman at last, gently releasing herself, and taking the chair by her son s body. " I m just worryin you, you two young people. T has done me good, though, an you won t mind. Though you re so young, you can understand a mother s feelin s. Some women are born mothers, I say. Things may go cross-ways, an they may never have chick nor child o , their own, but they ve got more mother-feelin an understandin than many a woman with a full brood an extrys. An you re one o them women, miss. I know d it when you looked at me an looked at my boy. Mr. Jones here, he s one of your kind, too like a woman he s been to me this night but I see you ve found that out for your selves." She paused to look from one flushed face to the other. " Well, there s happiness ahead for you, for there s nothin in this world makes the heart comfortable like find- 200 THE UPPER FORD in our own kind. High an low, it s all the same. Why, trouble trouble like this would have a sort o sweetness an greatness in it if Berry was kneelin here with me, be cause we found each other out to the bottom, an were of a kind all through cept in the little outside ways that don t really count. You don t know your own blessedness yet, though you think you do ; but when your hairs are white like mine, an a boy o yours lies like this, you ll know, if you look into each other s eyes then, what Mother Berry meant about a love that takes sorrow clean out o the world. There s mighty little o that sort o love in the world, that s true, or there wouldn t be so much weepin an wailin , an that s why you ought to bless God night an day for lettin you find each other out." Catherine was now kneeling by the old woman s chair, her head on her breast. But ternut had involuntarily fallen to his knees on the other side of Mrs. Berry, who reached gently out and drew him to her until the bright brown curls touched his forehead and completed the spell that deprived him of his senses. For twenty thousand years of bliss he 14 201 BUTTERNUT JONES dreamed, then heavy steps approached, and, instantly rational, he rose and opened the door to the four Berrys, who entered led by the eldest, dark-whiskered and grim. He put a big arm around his mother. " No more danger, little woman. It s all right." Turning to Butternut, he said, " I thank you. We ll watch now." And, in a lower tone, " The cowards hev certainly holed up. We kin rest till to-morrow." He looked a question at Catherine, " If the lady will accept a bed " " I must return at once," she said. " My aunt will be greatly frightened if I am missed. But I will come back, Mrs. Berry." " I will see you home, of course," said Butternut, simply. He took Mrs. Berry s hand, but she dropped it and clung to his neck. " God bless you, my boy, for your comfort to an old woman this night." He left the room a little ahead of Cath erine, which gave him an instant to finally clear his senses, and when she came out she found the placid, the inscrutable cowboy. " Here s your hawss, ma am, and here s 202 THE UPPER FORD your steppin -block," he said, holding his hand for her foot. She accepted his chivalrous aid, and started her horse off slowly. Butternut fum bled with his saddle. He had a hard game to play and a shaky hand. We all know that we can get through any sort of crisis if we are braced for it, but when it comes unex pectedly we sometimes stagger through with our surprised forces in a way that barely gets us off with credit. That was what the Lamb kin was afraid he would do to-night, as he tried to steady himself. First he shook off the last folds of the dream that had en wrapped him for half an hour; then he told himself that the graceful woman riding ahead was Miss Cloud, who was engaged to a Mr. Thorne from the city, and lastly he repeated that he was Charley Jones, the mar ried man. By neither word nor sign must he show his love. " Tell me about the ford," she said, as he rode alongside, and in the language of the plains he told her of the crossing, which had turned out to be without hazard. But through his careless speech and manner she 203 BUTTERNUT JONES detected a certain restraint which gave her a strange feeling of exultation. He was too noble, she thought, to take advantage of the opportunity poor Mrs. Berry had given him too noble, perhaps, to ever use an oppor tunity. But she was in no great haste in her dream. The way was so delightful the way to the perfect understanding that she knew would come. She would gather fragrance from every flowering minute, and she was so sure of him that she laughed inwardly at his lapse into deferential cowboy tones. After a quarter of a mile of silence it was a great relief to her to find a question which need not appear forced. "What will the Berrys do?" she asked. " They ll go to Oklahoma, I guess. The papers, you know, have been full o the open- in o the Cherokee Strip on the sixteenth, and they re figurin on * makin the ride. "Making the ride?" " Yes m, if they can get some good hawses. Everybody, you see, will have to run for their claims from the border-line, and the best man will mean the quickest hawss." 204 THE UPPER FORD He thought it wiser not to add that he, too, expected to " make the ride." " But what will the Berrys do with their place?" " Oh, that! Mr. Ardell is comin down to-morrow, and we ll probably persuade him to buy it." Unconsciously he had used Dick Thome s word, but with what a different meaning! She caught the ominous note in his speech. " How will you do it? Won t it be dan gerous? " The Lambkin s voice seemed far away as he replied: " Not unless he s braver than the men he employs." The unclouding moon at this point drew their attention to the landscape. They were rounding the low mountain overlooking the ford, and before them lay the sleeping val ley, divided in half by the winding canon of the Pecos. " Isn t it weird?" said Catherine, almost under her breath. " But I love it the great plains, the fragrance, and the whispering water!" 205 BUTTERNUT JONES From the time they had left the Berrys he had been struggling back to the real world, the world that held a Dick Thorne and a Whippoorwill, and now to save him self he thought constantly of the hour he was married how he had stood up, the single witness, the slow words of the preacher. Was he drunk then? Yes. Not alone on a thoughtless glass, but on the charm of droop ing black eyes, cheeks like a spring rose, lips curved to enchant and seduce drunk with the wine of blind desire. Yes, he was drunker than the contents of any demijohn ever made a man when he stood up and swore to love, cherish, and honor the Whippoor will of the Sable Serpent a vow he might have held sacred, even in the face of the Shuffler episode, but for a certain utter hope lessness in the way she had laughed. And now he was intoxicated again. He lost his hold on memory his anchor was gone there was nothing but the present, the dreaming, silent plains, and the woman by his side. But the next instant he was himself, with his battle won. He laughed lightly as they rode toward the river, then he told her a legend, 206 THE UPPER FORD and his voice was as smooth as the flowing water. " There s a funny epitaph over there on the side o the mountain," he smiled, point ing diagonally across the river. " Man bur ied there is supposed to have written it him self. He was a poor man, and he had a rich brother whom he hated for no other reason than that he was rich. And when the brother died it made him mad to see him get a big monument with the words Erected by lovin friends on it. And just before his turn came he said to his old wife, Betsy, John got the best o me in this life, but I m blamed if he ll git the biggest monument. Put me at the foot of a mountain, and write on it these words, " Erected by the Lord This beats John." " Thus lightly, half-humorously, he en livened her journey, while the hand of recol lection wrought misery on his heart. " You left quite suddenly at the dance," she said abruptly, and caught him unpre pared. Or was he ever that? An instant he seemed staggered, then: " Suddenly! " he laughed. " So did Fid- 207 BUTTERNUT JONES dlin Larry s hawss! Used as he is to a fiddle, smoke me if he didn t take a fool notion to break loose and hike out for home, and you ought to ve seen Turtle Mose and me hoofin it after him like a pair o jack-rabbits! Why, that confounded hawss was worse n ten wild Indians and was plumb to Devil s River before we got him! " Ghost of Munchausen! Instead of re morse it brought a half-peace to his mind as he saw that she had accepted this plausible and unholy lie. They crossed the river, and after what seemed a long while to him they rounded the foot of a hill, and the houses of her uncle s ranch were at hand. " We seem to be here," he said, " and there s not an Indian or bear in sight. So good night! " He was gone in an instant, and she heard his gay laugh as he rode away through the moonlight, but now there was a note in it a note of emptiness that chilled her soul. 208 CHAPTER XIV THE SENATOR MAKES A PURCHASE CATHERINE, refreshed by three hours rest, came down to breakfast blooming with a radiance which communicated itself to the rest of the party. Thorne viewed her trans ported, Mrs. Collett chirped and nibbled and smiled, Mr. Ramsgate beamed pater nally, and all made a merry meal. Near its close, happily for good appetites, Jimsey came in, saying that a passing horseman had brought news of the trouble the night be fore, and that he presumed they would like to hear how it came out, especially Miss Kitty. "Oh, I don t care," said Catherine; "I know already." "O-ho!" Mr. Ramsgate glared sus- pectingly over his cup, while Thorne looked his stupefaction. 209 BUTTERNUT JONES " I haven t seen the man," continued Catherine, " but I can tell you all about it. Nobody was hurt. The men passed over the ford, and not a shot was fired." " That s so," mumbled Jimsey. " What s the girl talking about? " puz zled her uncle. " None of your second-sight visions around me! " " It s just what the man said," stammered Jimsey. "How did you know, Catherine? " de manded Mrs. Collett. " Mr. Jones told me." Jimsey leaned against the wall. " Mr. That man! When did you see him?" " Last night or, rather, early this morn ing." " Catherine! What do you mean? " " Oh, I went to the Berry house." " And that Jones " " Escorted me home." " Bertha," said Mr. Ramsgate huskily, " don t go into one of your fool fits now. This is serious." There was heavy silence. Catherine took 210 SENATOR MAKES A PURCHASE her last bite of toast. Jimsey discreetly fled. Thome s usually stolid face was a study. She had made him believe it was that dull, lum bering giant, and it was Jones! Fragments of his own praise came back to him " What an eye ! What grace 1 Would fit anywhere ! " " Now, Catherine/ said Mr. Ramsgate, finally, in the level tones of a man holding a pistol that he intends shall not miss fire, " who is this Jones? " " A young man who works at the Circle- B," said Catherine, gently, preferring that the weapon should not go off just then. " Richard offered to go for me this morning, but I didn t want to trouble a guest. Be sides, I couldn t wait." The senator roared: "A farm-hand! A cow-puncher! A " "Gentleman!" cried Catherine, in a white blaze ; then, turning, she swept through the open door and up the stairs to her room, and John Ramsgate knew that for a time it would be useless for his voice to follow her. " John," began Mrs. Coliett, " you won t be harsh- " " My dear Bertha, please be quiet. The 211 BUTTERNUT JONES confounded country has made a wild-cat out of her." Mr. Ramsgate rose and went out on the porch for air, Thorne following him. While Richard had no wish to appear hasty, he thought it a good time to make his visit to Ardell s, and after some moments of respect ful silence mentioned the matter to his host. " That s all right, Richard," waved the senator, blandly. " Sorry to have involved you in another family row, but it will blow over in a day or two, and we ll be glad to welcome you back. Want to try a horse? Then get into your riding-clothes. Jimsey will saddle up for you and show you the road." A few hours afterward Richard, on a mettlesome steed, and having received minute directions from the Twin Bar foreman, was proceeding in a thoughtful mood toward the Cross-S ranch. Meanwhile Butternut had not slept, but had returned to the Berry place by daylight, for there was much to do before the after noon train would drop Senator Ardell at Comstock station. First there was the boy to 212 SENATOR MAKES A PURCHASE be buried. Then Thomas packed up a few of his mother s belongings and drove with her to the station. In the meantime Butter nut and the other brothers drove to Lang- try, the nearest banking town, visited a law yer, and made an inquiry or so at the bank. That done, they started for Comstock, and a few miles from that point halted on a road that led from the station to the Cross-S ranch. Perhaps half an hour they had waited, when a man drove up, evidently on his way to meet Mr. Ardell. " Coin for the senator, I suppose? " " Yep," said the man. " You ain t hye rd the whistle, hev you? I m a bit late." " And you ll be later, I m afraid, my friend," said Andrew Berry, as he and his brothers seized the man and transferred him to their own vehicle, Butternut taking his place in the buggy. They then proceeded to Comstock by a roundabout way, while the Lambkin followed the road. Within a mile or two of the station he saw, grazing at a distance, an enormous, beautifully horned creature, and at once there swept through him an idea which not only pleased his pre- 213 BUTTERNUT JONES vailing sense of humor, but promised a ready escape from the embarrassment which might otherwise follow his coming transaction with the senator. When he reached the station, in line with this plan, he was busy for a moment at a rear wheel of the buggy. The west-bound pulled up presently, and from it stepped forth Mr. Ardell. He looked about impatiently and met the glance of Butternut. "You for me?" " Yes, sir." "Where s the trap?" " Round this side, sir," said the Lambkin, most politely. " Here, you! Take the bag." An instant Butternut wondered whether he would take the satchel or kick it, but re membering his own interest in the contents, he picked it up and placed it in the buggy. Ardell jumped in and the Lambkin took the reins. " I drove over from Langtry when I was down to look at the place." "You don t know this road, then?" said Butternut. 214 SENATOR MAKES A PURCHASE " No; but I should say the Cross-S is due north." " Part of it part of it, sir," explained the Lambkin. " You see, you ve added a mighty wide and long and ramblin stretch since you took in your new additions." The cowboy was scanning the landscape, and suddenly seemed satisfied. He turned to the senator questioningly: " I can cut off two miles by spinnin across the prairie here, sir, and comin out at the Forks. Reckon you won t mind gettin a lit tle sooner to your supper? " " Snakes, no! That eating-house at Spof- ford is a scandal to the road." And as But ternut followed the " short cut " the senator settled himself with satisfaction. " That s a mighty nice little place o the Berrys," remarked the Lambkin, after a due interval. This brought a keen look from Ardell, who became more impressed with the sagac ity of this man s face. It might not be be neath his dignity to get a little information from such a source. 215 BUTTERNUT JONES " I hope Dawson is settling that matter all right." " Well, it s been pretty quiet since your telegram yesterday stopped the shootin . No body else was hurt, and they buried the man this mornin ." " Eh? Somebody was killed, then?" " Oh, yes ; the youngest of the Berry boys." " Stark fools! Why don t they leave the country instead of caperin round in the face of fifty or sixty guns? " " I reckon they want a little money to leave on, Senator." " They ll get none from me," said Ardell, suddenly vicious, and casting a guarding eye on the black bag, a look which made the Lambkin s heart leap with exultation. There was no doubt now in his mind that the money was there! It was the custom of the ranch men of that section to keep money on deposit at the Langtry bank for the monthly payment of their hands. Butternut had reasoned that Ardell would bring with him not only suffi cient funds to pay off his men for the pre- 216 SENATOR MAKES A PURCHASE ceding month, but a surplus to be deposited at Langtry for future convenience. " It s a plumb nice strip o land," said the Lambkin, softly, with a furtive eye on the plain to his left. " I thought maybe you d conclude to take it." " Don t want it! Let them sell where they can ! Not a cent from me Good God ! What s that brute?" " Lord, where?" exclaimed Butternut, in sympathetic alarm. " On this side, man! Where are you looking? " Butternut turned and looked at Spartacus as if it were the first time he had seen him that afternoon. " That s the king, for a fact," he said leisurely, returning the gaze which the bull was directing upon them at a distance of a quarter of a mile. " Never saw such an animal," breathed the senator. " Must be a cross between a buffalo and a steer." " No, just a plain bull, but as fine a speci men as any fancier ever clapped eyes on. Want to round up and take a look? " is 217 BUTTERNUT JONES "Isn t he dangerous?" " Well, folks mostly want to give him the whole prairie; but there isn t a bit o danger in him if you treat him respectfully. Best to give him the road always, and it might not be safe to meet him afoot here on his own ground. But, generally speaking he s harm less." His strategic tone of assurance was not lost on Ardell. " Look here! That fellow could take this trap on his horns if he was a mind to." " Yes if he was a mind to." " Say, cut back here and take the road." " All right, sir." Butternut made a very sharp turn; a hind wheel flew off, and Ardell sprawled outside the buggy. "Thunderin Moses! What s hap pened? " " Fraid we ve lost a nut, sir," replied Butternut, searching the ground and making sure at the same time that the " nut" he had carefully removed at the station was safe in his pocket. Ardell s rage was a wonder to see. 218 SENATOR MAKES A PURCHASE " What in almighty hell do you mean by twisting about like that? " he cried, dancing about the disabled vehicle. " Can t you drive?" " Yes," said the Lambkin, in his smooth est voice, " I can drive, and do a few other things. You d better keep quiet. I don t mind your cuttin up, but you re becomin a curiosity to the bull, and his attentions just at this moment might not be agreeable. Ardell turned pale, gave a wild glance at the slowly circling and advancing bull, and cursed the cowboy in a fearful tone. " Just stop now, Senator, and let s get to business. This accident affords me an op portunity, and I calculate to make use of it. Look at this paper, if you please." He took the document, prepared by the Langtry lawyer, from the bosom of his shirt. " A clean deed to the Berry property. You ll find it all right. What you ve got to do, and do quick, is to take ten thousand dollars from that bag and hand it over for this deed." "I see, you d d scoundrel! This is your plot, is it? " 219 BUTTERNUT JONES "Yes, it s my plot!" "Who are you?" " That isn t the question. I m not one of your men that s enough." "You idiot! Do you suppose I carry money about with me so men like you can help themselves? " " I know you ve got considerably more than I want right here in this satchel. Will you open it? " "Give it here!" shouted Ardell, snatch ing his property. "What are you doing now? " he roared, beginning to understand Butternut s movements about the horse. " Why," said the Lambkin, his eye on the task of unhitching, " as long as you won t trade, I m just goin to ride away. You don t suppose I want to stay here all day with an animal like that for company? " There was great alarm in his face. Ardell, who was unarmed, looked calcu- latively at the cowboy, whose suppleness and strength was revealed in every rounded limb. No, he could not afford to make it a physical matter. Besides, there dangled at the Lamb kin s hip a weapon at least a foot long. 220 SENATOR MAKES A PURCHASE " I ll give you five thousand for the land if you ll let me on that horse! " " Couldn t think of it, sir; it s worth fif teen," said Butternut, with another glance toward Spartacus, who in his capable fashion was pawing up the earth a hundred yards dis tant. " By George! He is comin ! Good-by, Senator!" " Man alive, I ll be torn to pieces!" " Maybe so. That s your business. If you care to trade, I ll give you the hawss and take my chances. You can make the thicket yonder." He pointed to a tangle of mesquit bushes at a low point in the valley. " It s pretty full o briers, but they ll scarcely scratch like the king s horns." Ardell began to dance about and utter oaths that ought to have shriveled the prairie grass. The Lambkin suddenly covered him with the ivory-handled Colt. " If you think I m afraid to shoot, Sena tor," he said smoothly, but with a steel in his eye that to Ardell was colder than the chill of death, " you re takin a long chance. I consider you responsible for the murder of Jim Berry it is known that your men 221 BUTTERNUT JONES were acting under your orders and IVe no Christian objection to helpin the law to do its duty, sir, especially when it s inclined to neglect it. The bull will be here in two min utes; I ll give you one to make the trade and take the hawss ! " Ardell turned white as he looked at the cowboy, green as he looked at the surely approaching bull, then, opening the bag, handed Butternut a package of bills labeled "$io,ooo" in the manner of banks, and sprang upon the horse, using the " tug " as a stirrup. " You ll be hung in a month! " he roared. The Lambkin handed him the deed, but kept his hold on the bit. " Oh, no, Senator; I m sure you ll con clude to keep this matter quiet. You know, in politics a man can t afford to figure ridicu lous it s dead ruin and this scene might strike some as a bit humorous. A senator squattin in the chaparral, with a mad-eyed bull switchin his tail forty yards off, and " " Let go, you scoundrel! " "Wait a minute, Senator; you still have a little time, and I wanted to say that if 222 SENATOR MAKES A PURCHASE you re thinkin of givin me trouble for this, you d better go lightly. There s a man named Rockwell runnin a paper in St. Joe who made it hot for you once and is achin to do it again. He d give a stack o money to know of this little incident; but I promise not to blow on you as long as you re not trouble some. But there s a stronger reason why you should keep still," concluded the Lambkin, and again that steel in his eye which fas cinated Ardell ; " you won t live long if you don t!" " Let go, let go!" screamed Ardell. "The brute s coming!" "The thicket, man, the thicket!" called the cowboy, releasing his hold, and the sena tor sped toward the brush-tangle, his coat- tails and bag flapping the air wildly. Aban doning the horse at the edge of the chaparral, he vanished in the brush, while Spartacus, who had probably meant no harm, being more curious than displeased, approached leisurely and, standing at a distance, directed an inquiring gaze upon the thicket. The Lambkin politely doffed his som brero to the bull. 223 BUTTERNUT JONES " Another royal turn youVe done me. You re a gentleman, sir." From the depths of the thicket came the sounds of a man who seemed to be swearing the bark off the bushes. Butternut strode leisurely to the station, where he found the Berrys waiting with the Cross-S man, who stood meek and subservi ent. The Lambkin gave him the missing " nut," with full directions how to find the senator. A quarter of an hour later the east-bound pulled out with Butternut, the Berrys, and the ten thousand dollars. " He ll telegraph and stop us at Spof- ford," said Thomas Berry. " Scarcely," said the Lambkin, as he sent a calm eye over the galloping landscape. " He s whipped, and knows it." The future proved Butternut s conclusion correct. Senator Ardell not only kept quiet about the afternoon transaction, but his man received a special offering from the black bag to do the same. The prudent politician had decided to buy the Berry place. 224 CHAPTER XV " NEVER A WORD OF LOVE! " DICK THORNE was not specially wise, but he understood from the signs which had recently ruffled his horizon that if he desired to progress in his suit it was time for him to make a move, and that a telling step in the right direction would be the early fulfilment of his promise to Catherine to influence Senator Ardell to proper behavior. He was keenly disappointed, therefore, on broaching the subject that night at the Cross-S, to have the senator reply that he had already met an agent of the Berrys at the station and had promised to negotiate. Everything would be settled the next day at Langtry. " I should have advised it, sir," said Thorne, " were I old enough to speak to a man of your judgment. If I can attend to the matter at Langtry " " Not at all that is, thank you, but every- 225 BUTTERNUT JONES thing s about settled, and there ll be little to do. How s old Ramsgate? Down here just now, I believe." Ardell, being ten years Mr. Ramsgate s senior, always alluded to him as old. " You and the girl have fixed things up, I hope. She s worth the trouble, my boy. Saw her at a ball once in St. Joe, and, by George! the rest of the women winked out like candles in a sixty-volt light. Blest if she didn t make me wish I was twenty-two instead of fifty-two. I d have given you young squir rels a race." " Fifty-two? " Thorne mildly interjected his surprise, knowing Ardell to be sixty-five. " No, no, Senator." " Yes, my dear young chap fifty-two every day of it! Well, when is it coming off? You ll let an old fellow into the fun, won t you?" Thorne flushed as he said: " There s a little hitch at present, Senator, but I think the weather will clear." He had no idea of abandoning his suit. Never had Catherine seemed so beautiful and so necessary to him. Her interest in this man Jones was surely nothing more than an idle 226 "NEVER A WORD OF LOVE!" inclination. An early day would find his prospects unclouded. Over at Twin Bar matters had about set tled to a state of paralytic comfort. Mr. Ramsgate had despatched messengers cancel ing a few engagements, while he made some inquiries. He was by no means as near a state of collapse as his ambitious sister, and learning that Butternut was a man of edu cation, had told Aunt Bertha firmly that, while he was a politician to the core, he d be tarred and feathered if he d make a political matter of his niece s love affairs, and that " By gad, Bertha, so long as he s got character, she can marry whoever she d d pleases! " Still he was hopeful that she would prefer Thorne, while Mrs. Collett, pathetically help less, could only look on and wait for the heavens to open and cast a random bolt in her favor. As for Catherine, she roamed in a world of dream so entirely and unmistakably happy that even Jimsey began to have his doubts and wondered if Butternut was " wu th all that now." He would have rushed over to Circle-B to congratulate his friend, but now that the Lambkin s road seemed fairly 227 BUTTERNUT JONES clear he was a little shy about treading holy ground. In the evening, a few weeks later, Cath erine was riding home from the post-office when she was overtaken by a gentleman on horseback. " A wonderful twilight," he said softly, for she was absorbed in following the van ished sun into the west. "That from you, Richard! I am sur prised. You are surely not turning poeti cal?" " Not poetical, but desperate. It s so con founded lonesome down here that you ve got to take an interest in something or dry up. So, in the absence of anything else, I ve taken to twilight." She laughed right merrily, which made him feel comfortable by bringing him a cer tain amount of confidence. There wasn t much in this Jones escapade, after all! She had merely gone to the comfort of the old woman, and what could be more natural than that one of the cowboys should have accom panied her home? "Did you see Mr. Ardell?" Catherine 228 "NEVER A WORD OF LOVE!" asked, having nothing of more interest on her tongue. " Yes, but it was a fool s errand, as far as our anxiety for the Berrys was concerned. He bought their place the very day I went over. Your friend Jones seems to have been a trifle mistaken in him." He bent a little nearer, and naturally con nected her smile with his last remark, which pleased him. He could not know that she was thinking of the Lambkin s significant words: u We ll probably persuade him to buy it." Verily had he been a wise prophet. " I say, Kit," said Thorne, cheerfully pleading, " when are you going to get out of this? Are you never coming back to the city? Do you know it s September, and that the season will soon be wide open? You haven t forgot the hops at the Fairchilds , the suppers at Le Clede s, nor the frisky Mrs. Travers with the freckles and giggle? My, but don t she lead old Travers a pace! His jealousy s worse than a comic opera, but I m blowed if I d want her flirting with me! You re not forgetting the old life, Kit? " She could only look in pity at this man 229 BUTTERNUT JONES whom money had spoiled. Her experience of the life he described was narrowed to a few desolate days, but he made it his world. Not an unprepossessing fellow, either, was Dick Thorne. " Don t you think the twilight is better, Richard? " she asked. Then he began to understand, and to curse himself for having forgotten the art of tact. For the rest of the way he adapted his discourse to the soft demands of the surround ings and a maiden who might be in love, and he did it so successfully that by the time they reached Twin Bar she thought better of him. Mr. Ramsgate found such a satisfaction in the arrival of his niece with Thorne that he welcomed that gentleman much as a father might welcome a favored son, while Mrs. Collett s manner was pathetically fervent. Catherine was again their beloved niece, set on a pinnacle of affection. After supper Mr. Ramsgate was obliged to get rid of some of his gaiety by a demonstration. " Let s go over to Jimsey s quarters and see the frolic," he said. Some of the cowboys were to start on the 230 "NEVER A WORD OF LOVE!" round-up to-morrow, and were having a sort of preliminary " blow-out," which was also in honor of some friends who had happened in from the up-country. All the hands and servants had been invited to " step in if they felt feverish." Catherine was quite ready to help along the fun, and Thorne preferred it to conversation, for his role of discreet friend was hard to keep up, and he was every mo ment perilously near a second fall. Things were very gay at Jimsey s. One of the hands had tuned up an old fiddle and was sawing ecstatically, while Buckboard Sam executed a jig with astounding vigor and wonderful suppleness. Little Jimsey imitated him in the rear, to the delight of his admiring parents, and from all quarters ap probation sounded. There was one guest, Reddy Turns, from the Allobar country, who had evidently been too liberally supplied with " fire drops," for Jimsey made fruitless efforts to quiet him down to the pitch of de corum supposed to be due in the presence of the family from " the house." This noisy reveler grew silent a moment watching Cath erine, who was in the midst of a game, while 231 BUTTERNUT JONES she looked the incarnation of youth and joy. Then he broke out, determined to be heard: " I say, I know a lady when I see her! " He jerked his head toward Catherine with an energy that would have toppled him to the floor but for the timely help of a neighbor. "Stand up here!" whispered the neigh bor, " and screw your durned mouth shet! Don t ye see " " Yes-sir-, I do see! I see the purtiest lady thet I ever set eyes on ceptin one, an she wa n t no lady! Whip will, she was. Ever hye rd o her? Bust my guns if she wasn t a peach! You ought to a seen her the night she stood up with the Butternut an got married! I had a hand in thet little biz ness as neat a biz ness as ye ever saw done!" "Shet up, you rascal!" shouted Jimsey, " and don t tell lies on your betters! " This blunder of Jimsey s opened every ear in the room to the drunken cowboy s story. "Betters, says he! Betters! Hear him, gem en! Butternut Jones my betters! We was pards, I tell ye, over t the Sable Serpent, 232 "NEVER A WORD OF LOVE!" an if ye come with me over t the Circle-B ye ll find out if he s my betters! He ll know me, he will! Reckon there wa n t no wed- din , eh? Reckon the Whip will didn t rope him slicker n Lariat Bill ever roped a mus tang? Had a preacher all honest, an a Bible in his hand, an My dearly beloved, says he, an had em tied in a minute till the devil couldn t bite the knot! The Butternut an the Whip will! By gracious, but she was purty that night, an the Shuffler, he so mad he could a bit nails till the Whip will told him marriage needn t make no difference in ther relations, an the Butternut, he " Here Jimsey took the narrator by the throat and backed him into a side room, where a muffled altercation ensued. Then Reddy seemed to be loose, and was heard to shout, " Shoot me dead if I ain t tellin the livin truth! " Catherine looked cold as lead, and was certainly shivering. " Let us go, my love," said Mrs. Collett. " It is rougher than we expected." Back in the sitting-room Catherine s face was a white mask. " She has a chill," cried Mrs. Collett; " I IG 233 BUTTERNUT JONES must get a hot tea. John, I want to speak to you," she called frantically, flying out. " What a terrible lie! " said Catherine, as her uncle followed her aunt, appealing to Thorne with a look that set him glowing. She was turning to him, the old friend, for hope in her despair. Such suffering would have softened him, for she was a moan of pain from head to foot; but the thought that it was for another man made his pity pitiless. " Catherine," he said, taking her hand, which she at once withdrew. He was a little pale, for he felt that it was his critical mo ment. Now, above all times, must he con duct himself with tact. " I will go to him to-night; I will learn the truth from him " " Not to-night," said a slow voice. " You won t find him to-night." At the window behind him, which opened on the veranda, stood Slow Mose, or the " Turtle," from the Circle-B, a cowboy in movement so habitually slow as to impart to him always a ludicrous air of profundity. Accident had given this man a vicious right eye, the kick of a colt having scarred the brow into an expression of menace, which, 234 " NEVER A WORD OF LOVE!" however, the rest of his affable face belied. After trying a whirl at Jimsey s and assisting the foreman in quieting the noisy citizen from Allobar, he had followed Captain Kitty to the house, for he had a message for her. " Butternut Jones ain t been hye rd of fer five days, ma am. He s quit the country clean, an the only word he left as I knows of was to bring his dawg to you. Do ye want him inside, ma am? I ve got him tied." He was gone. Damning corroboration! " Go away!" cried Catherine, and the Turtle vanished. " A lie! A terrible lie! " she repeated. " I will go to that place," said Thorne. " The man will tell me the way, or, if he won t, I will find it, and whatever the truth I will bring it to you." He bowed with great gallantry, but she was too chilled to notice him. For now there had gone cold to her pulseless heart the thought that while she had known instinc tively that a certain man had loved her, the knowledge was wholly instinctive. Through all their hours together he had talked of mountains and rivers and books, and had told 235 BUTTERNUT JONES her many a quaint and humorous legend, but never by word or gesture had he spoken of love. His lane of opportunity had been wide, but from end to end had he kept a silent, sleepless guard upon his lips and this was why. Men sometimes do not ask the women they love to marry them, but it is from pride, never from humility the fear to risk a fall, not the fear that they deserve one. Butter nut had been neither proud nor humble. He had been speechless before the impossible. Catherine went wearily to her room, and received her aunt s ministrations in bed. Even Mrs. Collett was awed into unselfish ness by the sight of her niece s face, and Cath erine felt that after all her aunt had been right that she would have saved her. So their good-night speech was the sincerest they had known for some time. " Tell uncle good night," said Catherine, in a tone that meant utter capitulation to the world as she found it utter letting go of the world as she dreamed it. Then, left alone, her thoughts played havoc with her throb bing head until mental exhaustion at last brought relief in blessed unconsciousness. 236 "NEVER A WORD OF LOVE!" Dick Thorne found it unnecessary to visit the preacher of Whitewater. Jimsey, long before the gentleman of fashion had finished his breakfast, had completed half the jour ney, and the man from Allobar was with him. The miserable foreman, as he rode, could only lift his voice in a kind of wail, " Lambkin, Lambkin, you wasn t such a fool!" But when he returned, late in the after noon, the sight of his drawn face left all speech superfluous. Catherine, putting her hands to her burning cheeks, fled to her room, where for a time, as she tried to understand, she could get no further than a dumb stare into the impenetrable wall of fact she had loved a man and he was married. But was that all? No. She might have endured that, but the destruction of her ideal denied her even the blessed balm of forgiving Butternut. Gladly, gratefully would she have done so had he merely married a wicked woman men frequently do that but a dance-hall favorite! a bar-room wench! Was it unnatural that Catherine, after many aching days, should grow a little hard- 237 BUTTERNUT JONES ened and strive to put her dreams behind her? Was it not also to be expected that she should turn to the person who, being near est her kind at this time, could most interest her the old friend of other days Dick Thorne? and that he, with the tact of a man of the world, should keep his interests in the background and express nothing by gesture or tongue save sympathy? Regardless of our woes we are obliged to live, and with youth especially is it a sorry game to live alone. 238 CHAPTER XVI OKLAHOMA SEPTEMBER FIFTEENTH, Ninety-three Oklahoma! Again, after a sleep of four years, had the magic word flown broadcast to every quarter and encamped an army of maniacs on the borders of the enchanted land. The Cherokee Strip on the morrow would be open for settlement, its choicest acres as free as air to the man or woman who could get them first. Billy, the tenderfoot, spent the night kick ing at his blankets. With their diabolical folds some part of his body seemed always at war. At intervals his hand explored the ground to remove a lump of wondrous size driven indelicately into his person, but gen erally his woes were with the blankets. They behaved always in the manner of assailants. They smothered him in clammy embrace, 239 BUTTERNUT JONES which is the way of all bedding on a sultry night, and the rain of other days had be queathed to them the smell of old leather. However, his chief cause for unrest bore from another quarter. From the level above him, back of the creek woods, signs of high excitement reached him in a volley of de moniacal sound. Cries deep and mighty, to the chorus of battering hoofs, had for hours sawed the night; there throbbed on the plain a wild, hoarse throng whose voice had the composite quality of a clamor, a roar, and a chant. Born at a point miles distant, it swept nearer with speed, and, climbing in volume, smote the timber in a long, scream ing crash. The resolute grumble of the road-wagons was first in prominence, and might have been heard across the breadth of the " divide," while the shrill stock-whips spoke blatantly and trace-chains jangled in strong under song. Frequently in the distance occurred a collision, with the noise of bones a-tumble, followed by a stream of miraculous oaths, and the tenderfoot gathered that teamsters were abusing each other in the dark. One 240 OKLAHOMA man, riding at a gallop by the edge of the canon, made malicious reference to another man. A shambling wagon at periods, shriek ing insanely, proclaimed that it suffered for grease, and between the voicings of its com plaint droned a softer crinking noise, the whip-whish sound of leather on leather. On occasion, too, could be discerned the rhyth mic step of a trained column marching, and the whisper of shifting musketry, blended with bugle-like commands; and as these sounds were wrought upon the night, con tinually drummed the hoof-chorus. The air bore the smell of a crowd at a circus. The dust of the plain rose lazily, bellying, as smoke bellies over a town of many mills, and at every point the chief thing to be felt was a quivering, vibrant beat ing, the resonant pulse of an uproar. The tenderfoot, lost in the shadows, strove laboriously to distinguish objects, but the gloom of the canon was around him and dis cernment halted at the elbow. Across the stream a flimsy, pale border marked the sky line, above which the tops of the creek woods groped in mystery at the clouds. These trees 241 BUTTERNUT JONES were so fantastic in shape that he whiled the time in ascribing to them various fanciful identities. Ghosts of childhood giants they might be, castles of romance, or crags and peaks of legends, and finally it was probable that they were merely the vaporing dust curl ing up from the plain. Ultimately, across the divide, came the dawn curtainwise, and flung a violet light over the landscape. At once the mysterious cloaked objects of the canon began to intro duce themselves. Trees loomed gray, like steeples in a fog. Two horses, tethered in the shrubbery close at hand, sidled like shad ows into view. The tenderfoot, rising with caution on an elbow, yawned prodigiously from extreme weariness. His inexperience at this sort of thing made him feel as if he had been hung on a fence or had lain for weeks on a wood pile. Standing and stretching to the limits of his frame, he began the day by remarking jocularly to the world: " I feel like a skeleton in reduced circum stances." His gaze swept with malice a curious 242 OKLAHOMA jumble of blankets and humanity which lay by him in a wonderful sprawl, and from the depths of which a gentle and regular breathing rose comfortably. He seemed to take this evidence of tranquillity as little short of an insult. " Sleepin like the angels. Hi, you! Get up! " There was a labored movement of the jumble, and as the tenderfoot swung an im pending boot there gathered a shape which rose specter-like. It evolved swiftly into a tall, elastic youth, of fine-cut features and slender of limb, but withal a certain fulness of figure that averted any conclusion of fra- gileness. His pantaloons were of corduroy, blousing at the boot-tops and encircled at the waist by a leathern belt on which appeared a number of Indian designs in colored beads and threads, and at his soft shirt-collar there dangled in a loose knot a clean polka-dot tie. After a quick glance from left to right he turned an eye of reproach on his companion, and spoke in a quiet drawl : " You are makin a lot o noise, William. Is it a stampede, or a storm? " 243 BUTTERNUT JONES The tenderfoot seemed to gather addi tional offense from these words, and accord ingly descended upon him with a whoop of challenge, whereat it appeared that the other was in no way to he surprised, for he retained his balance with amazing ease and dexter ously enfolded his assailant. " Jones, can you see the creek? " " William, my eyes are good." " Well, I m goin to put you in." "You don t say!" There followed a terrific lifting of the gravel, the crashing of sticks and brush from the havoc of their heels. Winding warily, with numerous twists, wrenches, and whirls, they steered about, each with the other en circled, until often as they wheeled the pivot was a single limb. One had been famous at Cambridge for his way of conveying an in flated ball through a wall of armored muscle, but the other had followed bulls over plain and through chaparral in all kinds of weath er. The tenderfoot knew many tricks of the college game, and he tried them here, but it was useless. His slim adversary had the curves of a weasel and was quite as slippery. 244 OKLAHOMA Presently in one spot the wrestlers became established, as rigid as trees. In no direction, and by no maneuver, it seemed, could either be impelled from his ground; but finally, after some moments of this tension, the ten derfoot, with the other s forearm like a stone under his chin and a steel-like pressure on his spine, was forced slowly and gently upon his back. The Lambkin, at once breaking away, made a gesture in which he feigned a wide measure of contempt. " Now, if I were a suckling ca af, say two days old, with wobbly legs, and a stiff wind was in your favor, you might stand a show. You re young yet, William. You oughtn t have ventured West till you were grown up." He wheeled blithely and strode along the stream toward the horses. They whinnied gleefully on his approach. One of them he smote admiringly in the flank, vowing that he was a spanking steed, and the animal in acknowledgment bit playfully at his shoul der. Gathering their halters in hand, he went between them to the creek, and stood whistling while they drank. 245 BUTTERNUT JONES Meanwhile the tenderfoot was exploring the depths of a pair of provision bags which swung from a convenient sapling. A rectan gular chunk of raw bacon he first brought to light, viewing it dubiously at arm s length and mentally numbering its future days. A loaf of camp bread, of doubtful complexion and hard as a gourd, he next resurrected, weighing this also at a distance, with a casual tribute to its suitability for other purposes. He then gathered some dead branches, and with the aid of a newspaper started a blaze, after which, filling the coffee-pail with water from the creek, he resolutely armed him self with a frying-pan. From time to time during these proceedings he paused to cast an uneasy eye toward the sounds upon the plain. The Lambkin returned to camp whistling a melancholy air which he could not exactly recall. His gait was loose and unintentional. He had the confident swagger of a person in his own township. Halting by the breakfast fire, his head aslant and eyes asquint to evade the smoke, he viewed approvingly the savory preparations. The tenderfoot, flushed and 246 OKLAHOMA ravenous, was forking the meat brown side skyward. " William," said the Lambkin, admiring ly, " you make a reasonably fair cook. Salt me if you re not handier at flippin bacon than at wrestlin ." Billy, while he had faith in his power to come off resplendent in a second bout, dis dained the challenge. It may be that the approaching repast, which he regarded as more or less of a concoction, was something he was anxious to dispose of. Presently set ting the sizzling frying-pan to one side, he remarked with great gravity that breakfast was now ready in the dining-car. They at once laid violent hands on the victuals, and as they breakfasted and their conversation flowed, it was plain that theirs was not a pass ing acquaintance. Down at Fort Worth they had met casu ally, the West and the East. Later, by Guth- rie, West had guided East in the purchase of a horse. Billy had early confided to his guide that he had but a hundred and fifty dollars, and asked the best way to invest it, whereupon the Lambkin, after a little figur- 247 BUTTERNUT JONES ing, had advised him to put a hundred and forty-five of it in a horse. " Ponies are cheap," said Billy. " But hawses are high, William. You want a steed that can run. A Kentucky racer or a thoroughbred from Ohio won t be any too swift for you, I reckon. They ve got em here by the car-loads, to rent or buy." In securing Billy a steed, as well as one for his own use, Butternut had been both fortunate and wise. He had become a fair judge of horses, and in addition to this knowl edge, among the dealers at the market had run upon a burly man he had known in Texas, and who greeted him with love in his eye. " Lambkin, you re the one person in the world I wouldn t swindle to-day. Here s old Roan Rebel, one o the fastest nags that ever wore a girth, an that sorrel with a bald face is his cousin. I ll lend em to you fer fifty apiece, an if ye let anything pass you, skin me if I don t hev ye shot." So instead of buying second-rate steeds with their limited funds, they had hired ani mals of quality; and thus, properly mounted, 248 OKLAHOMA Billy and his guide had journeyed to the border-line. " We ll run for what s goin to be the town of Perry, William," the Lambkin had advised, " only ten miles from the line. It s the county-seat, and if we land anywhere close to the town, I reckon we ought to be rich in a year." By the time they had now finished their repast the sun had lifted on the plain, and the tops of the trees in the hollow were tinc tured with the hue of pale orange. A small leaf, fluttering occasionally in the foliage, shone with the glitter of new metal. Suddenly Billy, bending intently nearer the Lambkin, referred to the question of highest importance to their minds: " I say, Jones, when s she goin to come off?" Apparently the allusion was to something which was going to happen on the plain, for Butternut s throat swelled with feeling as his quick glance upward studied keenly the sum mit of the bank. To the clangorous din on the plain there had been no interruption. With insane persistence the voices of the wild 17 249 BUTTERNUT JONES tongues clashed on the air unceasing in formation of the presence of a throng. Once there was a lull as a number of factors in the tumult paused in miraculous unison, but the half-silence seemed a thing more tremendous than the highest point of the clamor. Wag ons, their axles grinding, continued to screech expostulation. High on the morning air the vibrant note of the trace-chains jangled al ways like a song. 250, CHAPTER XVII THE LONG, GRIM LINE SAID the Lambkin, as he gestured care lessly toward the uproar: " Twelve o clock, William, is when the entertainment s due to begin, and I m think- in we ll be fully informed o the hour. There ll be quite a lively little rumpus, I judge." It was a way of the Lambkin to put all things modestly. Their preparations told of coming great action. While Billy gathered and returned to the bags the breakfast hardware, the Lamb kin again swung along the bank, and pres ently brought the horses into camp. With a dexterity and ease bespeaking long prac tise he buckled the blankets into rolls and girded upon each animal a saddle and pack. To each of his boot-heels he then fastened a steel-plated spur, polished and glittering, and 251 BUTTERNUT JONES finally from a branch above him dislodged a lopping white sombrero which, adjusted, left him complete. From scalp to heels he was a cowboy. As for Billy, while he had contrived to provide himself with spurs, there was little else about him in keeping with his comrade. The Lambkin, however, regarded him always with a show of pride. Taking each a bridle, they preceded their steeds up the slanting bank, a winding cow- path guiding them to the summit. Immedi ately they found themselves at one end of a column of horses and wagons which stretched off to the west interminably. A low hill stood at the distance of a mile and a taller one appeared beyond, yet over the crest of each appeared a receding section of this line. Clearly it had but one end. The tenderfoot cast an amazed eye along the heads of the horses, straight and even as a line of prize cavalry on review. The sounds of high uproar which had reached him through the night had not prepared him for so orderly a spectacle. However, he was looking only at the front of the column. The southward side or rear presented a scene 252 THE LONG, GRIM LINE to be contemplated with distended jaw a panorama of confusion, screaming, chaotic a bawling sea of barbarians wild with one desire; a commotion gigantic that seemed to be drowning the world with noise. In all directions steered vehicles in careening, reck less fashion, with no law as to movement, but with the behavior of straws in a gale. Horse men wheeling riotously in circles met horse men who sped in direct lines, and there was trouble. Yells were everywhere, and at times the plain might have trembled. The short autumn grass, hammered to shreds by the hoofs and beaten into the earth, left free the dust which rose in banks. A cavalcade of cowboys appeared where it was thickest, their leader singing, while lean-faced women peered at them from the depths of the rest less wagons. A man on a saffron mule went amid the throng shouting. Dust lay in stripes on his face. He wore a drab linen ulster and with an enormous figured handkerchief occasion ally sponged his brow. He was an elderly man, with a little, sharp chin, and of insig nificant stature, but his mule was something 253 BUTTERNUT JONES colossal, and, bearing him on high through the crowd, invested him with a prominence he could have never otherwise attained. He shouted always in a blaring voice of tin, while he rode nonchalantly here and there with a simple anxiety to be where the commotion was greatest. In these proceedings he had the idle, pleasurable interest of a man at a country fair. On every hand were to be seen all types of men. At the back of the line a company of blue infantry at rest on a knoll viewed the tumult with languor. To Billy their pres ence explained the martial sounds he had dis tinguished at periods of the night, though it was now plain that they found little of in terest in the doings of this mad throng. Their part in the day s arrangements having ceased with the orderly formation of the long for ward line in which they had been assisted by cavalrymen in front their present busi ness was merely to await the time when chance emergency might bring them into action. Accordingly on the knoll they oc cupied idle positions and joked at the mul titude. 254 THE LONG, GRIM LINE Behind them, on the crest of the hill, stood a bent and bearded man in deerskins and moc casins. A disconsolate hound whined at his feet. Occasionally, in a dry, mirthless way, the exiled trapper would join in the laugh of the blue soldiers, then, looking again at the yelling crowd, would remark to the hound that this was a great day. A vagabond Indi an, in the castaway pantaloons of an infantry man and bearing a pipe shaped like a toma hawk, made periodical quests for tobacco. A gambler in hard luck labored with infinite craft to bring a cowboy to the mood of ex changing his bronco for a bad watch a task which was hopeless to the point of pathos, for it required a fortune to here buy a horse, and fortunes were rare in this crowd. It hap pened, paradoxically, that a man in a saddle was a millionaire. Somewhere in the throng a monotonous man with a dilapidated drum relic of a stranded circus thumped it continually with the automatic persistence of a hired man. About him was a certain pomp, a blaze of glory, born of his triumph in contributing to the tumult a new kind of sound. BUTTERNUT JONES Billy turned an appealing eye on the Lambkin. " Lively crowd, Jones? " " Yes," said his comrade, bending close that he might impart a lesser pitch to his voice, " they do seem to be sorter active. But I judge they won t really kick up a fuss till they get the order to move. Then ll come the dance." ;> " Do you think we can hold our colors? " " I think we can, William. Our hawses are fresh and as good as any in the bunch, and after the first hundred yards there ll be plenty o room in front. Some o those mavericks in line that think they ve got the whole prairie grabbed and staked are goin to go lame when the show begins." Billy surveyed again the prodigious front line which impressed him as a thing of sinis ter propensities. He observed that the men in the wagons enjoyed the better view, their spring seats lifting them slightly above the horsemen. In consequence they frequently sighted a comrade in the crowd who re sponded with his eye, and they flung conver sation spirally over the heads that intervened. 256 THE LONG, GRIM LINE Billy noticed that the tone of these remarks varied with the position of the comrade. If in the forward line he was considerably ad mired, but if in the tangled ranks to the rear he very much resembled a terrapin or cater pillar, and there were numerous occupations that better befitted him. It was " Hullo, Steve! Glad to see ye head hawg!" or " Pete! Go home V feed yer cows! " as the case might be. It was also apparent that this event had been the means of assembling a number of weather philosophers. Frequently an elderly oracle, gesticulating with his beard, would remark that he apprehended rain. At inter vals a problem in humor traveled by stages down the line, and once the man on a saffron mule sang, dolorously: "Ears supreme and legs dee-vme, My Moll mule is a he-ro-/#<?." Always in the air was a bowstring vibra tion. Billy noticed, too, that there was a woman or two in the line. It occurred to the Lambkin presently to advise the tenderfoot with reference to their 257 BUTTERNUT JONES behavior when the time for action should arrive. " You ll notice, William," said he, " that we are penned in here like prize shoats by these wagons, so the thing to do ll be to crowd their hind wheels till there s a gap, then swing through and " "Steer north?" " Yes ; north till we hit the old Hutton Trail, by the Lone Cottonwood, then west wards along the edge o the black-jacks, then straight through the timber for half a mile, strikin the open by Dry Creek, and from there over the jumpin plains " His friend of the horse-market had given Butternut directions, had even provided him with a chart of the country, which the wily Lambkin had studied until copied indelibly on his brain. "Slow up, Jones!" cried the tenderfoot. "Can t follow you!" " You ll have to, William, when the dance begins to the flower land o Oklahoma! Only ten miles, and we must get there first you hear me, William we must get there! " Billy resolved privately that if necessary 258 THE LONG, GRIM LINE he would leap over rivers, uproot a forest, surmount any obstacle in order to " get there." The fever of the " boomer " was upon him. He became a part of the mad, clamoring throng. As for the Lambkin, while he was enthu siastic, he showed little excitement, although as his gaze swept the north with calmness, he squirmed a little restlessly in the stirrups. A cavalry corporal on an iron-gray horse rode up and down the front of the line. His gauntleted right hand held a bugle which glittered in the sun as from time to time he waved it like a menacing wand at the multi tude. A blast from this instrument was to be the official signal of the opening, and as time sped, the gaze of every person whose position permitted became glued to this corporal. So general and intense was the interest he pro duced that it softened the rampant ardor of some of the boomers. They no longer yelled, nor sought to shoulder each other from the landscape. It required an agile man to keep an alert eye on the cavalryman and attend to the aggressiveness of a neighbor at the same time. 259 BUTTERNUT JONES At one minute to twelve the hand with the bugle was resting quietly on the corporal s thigh. As the seconds wore along the breath of an impending crisis seemed to fill the air like a substance, and the tongues of the men in the forward line were suddenly paralyzed. They who had earlier conversed with the freedom of old acquaintances and discussed the relative superiority of some brands of tobacco now sat woodenly, friendless. South ward, along the creek, the trees of cottonwood and mesquit seemed intent spectators. A venerable buzzard from the brow of a snag was solemnly contemplative. He signaled a brother, a hoary patriarch, and they compared notes. To Billy there was something overmaster ing and suffocating in the suspense a power which seemed to grapple his throat with sin ister fingers as over five thousand hungry, intent eyes awaited the next move of this gauntleted hand. It seemed incredible that this orderly, even line was to suddenly become a frenzied thing, a reaching, spreading mon ster, filling the land with its bluster and blare, merely because a certain man should raise and blow a bugle. THE LONG, GRIM LINE "William!" " Well, Jones?" " What d you s pose would happen if that cavalryman should take a fool notion to twist his mustache? " "Jerusalem! They d steal a march on Uncle Sam!" " I reckon they would Get ready, William." The cavalryman had turned the head of his gray northward, and was gathering up his reins. There was a hum of restlessness on every hand and in the air a feeling of grim impatience. Huge, perspiring palms were rubbed upon overalls. There was a sputter ing stream of laments. One man, rising on his spring seat, flung rasping abuse at the horizon. Another appealed complainingly to space: "Why don t he blow? Tears to me he s blamed slow! " On the instant the corporal sent a roving eye down the line on either side, then, lifting the gauntleted hand deliberately, blew a sin gle blast. 261 CHAPTER XVIII AT THE BLAST OF A BUGLE WHEREAT, with a suddenness spasmodic and a degree of ferocity not to be touched upon in language, the multitude here assem bled swept northward. There occurred, miles in width, an avalanche of horses, vehicles, and men, with the noise and motion of innumer able mad monsters. A commotion colossal that, distending, filled the horizon. A reach ing wave of humanity, inflamed to demoniacal frenzy. The earth rang with countless thuds and the air was thick with yells which must have reached to the remotest borders of the plain. The jangle of " traces " and brass- keyed cries of the men rose to the din of a tin-pan brigade, the banshee shriek of battle- hordes, a world of pandemonium. The rattle of wheels and batter of hoofs on the sod spread broadwise in a hurricane of sound. Afterward in Billy s memory the thing 262 AT THE BLAST OF A BUGLE which lived most vividly was his fleeting view of an iron-gray horse leaping through the air at the instant his own steed lunged, and But ternut, bending, yelled him advice: "Through the gap, William! Dead ahead! Ride!" The final injunction was whirled from the highest point of the Lambkin s lung- power, and Billy knew that there was no mis taking it he must ride. Not at a comfort able canter, or a lope, or even at a gallop, but as the cowboy meant it at a pace which would bring his steed s ears and tail to a level and carom him over the slopes bullet-like at a speed which would cause him to divide the air so swiftly that he would feel himself be coming smaller and be amazed. But Billy was game to the heels. He could not, of course, ride like the Lambkin, as if he were part of his horse, but he could at least stay in the saddle, and the bald-faced sorrel needed no spur. So with a wild, challenging cry he squeezed close until his boot rubbed the cow boy s, and thus they rode. The swooping throng was at once scat tered wide by the varying fleetness of the 263 BUTTERNUT JONES horses, and there were instances of surprising speed from quarters previously unrecognized. Some of the riders who had hitherto figured as the subjects of facetious comment because of their unpromising mounts now showed tri umphantly at the front. A certain selfish man would be approaching a point of vantage, his face ashine with pride in the superiority of his steed, when a lamb-eyed, unpretentious beast, which had earlier in no way indicated his qualities, would pass him with a blithe, elastic stride. And the vanquished rider, amazed and distressed, would turn to see if others of this class were in sight. Later he would become filled with immeasurable con tempt for the quality of his own steed and swear profoundly at him. Among the horsemen who thus astonished beholders was the man in a drab ulster, whose angular mule thrust the plain behind him with swift, miraculous gestures. The ease with which this animal led the race amounted to sarcasm. He seemed to gather a mile of landscape in about the same period required for a man to raise his voice. Billy and the Lambkin rode always 264 AT THE BLAST OF A BUGLE abreast. Their horses, matched in speed, went neck to neck, and the prairie flowed under them, a limitless gray-green sea. Northward for a mile they ran, until in a long sag of the plain they came upon a lone cotton- wood the Lambkin s first landmark by which ran a trail westward. Furrowed and worn from the travel of years was this trail, and hoofs having struck it just before them, they crossed in a world of yellow dust. Be yond, they steered at an angle, slowing with steady rein as the prairie, like a thing that is tired, rolled in waves toward the black-jack woods. " Easy, William," breathed the Lambkin, in a voice full of dust; "she s jolty now to the timber." Billy offered no response. Already he had little breath for needless conversation. With a feverish eye on the bobbing head of a horseman some yards in advance he rode oblivious. His entire interest in life seemed fastened upon this rider, until Butternut gave him a swift, uneasy glance, then took his big hat and swung it viciously before the other s face. is 265 BUTTERNUT JONES " Softly, William, or you ll be gettin the 1 glaze, " he wheezed. Another mile they rode, rising on the knolls and sinking in the hollows with a rhythmic, cradle-like motion. " What is the glaze, Jones? " " It s a sort o stupor that sometimes catches a man new to the saddle from ridin too long at one tension. Makes him dizzy and likely to tumble, and loses his head so t he don t care if he does. Don t get excited, is the safest plan." They had reached the timber stretch and were careering along the edge of it. The prairie to their right and behind them was still dotted with riders, but the Lambkin gave them no heed. He directed his atten tion wholly to the woods, casting from time to time a calculating eye through the trees. Presently he gave utterance to a gleeful yell. " That tall tree yonder, William, on the edge o the strip, is where we turn in. I was beginnin to fear our chart had lied. There s a cow-path through the belt, and by takin it we ll gain a quarter." On the instant they wheeled and went 266 AT THE BLAST OF A BUGLE recklessly at the woods, bending low among the branches, which smote them like claws and threatened to dislodge them from their horses. Their pace here was of necessity a walk, and their way was beset with difficulties, but desperately, gallantly, they threshed for ward. The timber-belt was scarcely half a mile in width, but to Billy it had all the dimensions of a jungle. Eventually, how ever, after what seemed to him an intermin able battle with the brush, they emerged again into the white light of the plain and wheeled tranquilly northward. Behind them, as before, came a persistent, courageous band, but it was now a thin, strag gling column stretching rearward for a mile. It was apparent that this section of the flying line had met with some obstacle an inop portune canon or unexpected timber-strip, and this was the difficulty which Butternut s familiarity with the landscape had enabled him to avoid. In consequence of the advantage now gained Billy and the Lambkin discovered presently that they were leading the race, and they grew tremendously elated. Their feel- 267 BUTTERNUT JONES ings even left them of a mind for idle conver sation. Butternut, turning casually in the saddle, made careless reference to the rider nearest them. " She rides handsome, but she s plum played out, and I m afraid she s killin her hawss " Billy went erect as a spike. " A woman! " he cried. He wheeled his glance to the rear, to discover the folds of a gray skirt blowing on the wind, and a slen der boot in a narrow stirrup. A moment his gaze comprehended nothing more, but di rectly he observed the full, graceful figure of the rider. She was a young woman, and as she leaned lithely over the neck of her mount he saw that her face was round and fair to look upon. Her head was bare of all covering, a large cattleman s hat swinging by a string from her throat. There was a look of wild hunger, of despairing eagerness in her face, though her eyes, expressionless, were as if stone blind. "God!" cried Billy. He whirled furi ously on the cowboy. " She s falling! She ll drop in the next mile! " 268 AT THE BLAST OF A BUGLE The Lambkin s response, save in volume, was a drawl: " William, I reckon she will; but it would hurt her feelin s to stop her. Maybe she ll have the sense to halt " Abruptly an appalling change came over him. One swift instant his look was that of a man whose throat is caressed by an appari tion the pallor of him rivaling the death- white on the face of the woman then settled again, serene, implacable. Bringing his glance forward he bestowed unswerving at tention on a dim line of timber that curved in definitely into the northwest. Billy thereafter found himself impetu ously hurling prophecies at an entirely feel- ingless object. His references to the woman might with the same efficacy have been ad dressed to a tree, to a hill, or to space. He grew stupefied at this utter defiance of tradi tion, this sovereign contempt for an opportu nity for gallantry, unprecedented even in romance. Here was an insult to the teachings of his childhood, a brutal violation of all lovely legends. Thrice he wheeled his gaze about and, meeting the glaze of the fair 269 BUTTERNUT JONES rider s eyes, underwent a spasm of distress. The spectacle commanded the entire respect of his mind, grasping vise-like the sympathies of his humane instincts. He whirled another ferocious look at Butternut, whose gaze still studied the crawling line of timber. " If I d any doubt of her bein down " The cowboy uttered a shrill, wild yell, as a man who throws aside a large amount of forbearance. Sweeping out a dexterous arm he seized the tenderfoot s shoulder, and, bend ing, screamed with an oath into the teeth of the other: " Button your wind and your chickenness! Don t be a damned fool! " 270 CHAPTER XIX BILLY IS GALLANT WITH his second backward glance the Lambkin had recognized the Whippoorwill. But he had become hardened. Long and repeated days of bitterness seemed finally to have incased his bleeding heart in a shell, just as flesh long persecuted becomes insen sible to pain. This piteous depth of his mis ery could not have been better shown than by the fact that he now, though at first dis posed to adopt a harsh mood toward the tenderfoot, discovered eventually, in the light of his experience, a certain ironical humor in the latter s behavior. Men frequently laugh loudest when most desperate, so the Lambkin began to offer advice to Billy in the tones of one who has a tremendous joke in mind. " Come to think of it, William, you had better halt her right off. It ll be kind of a 271 BUTTERNUT JONES shame to lose your lead, but you ll get your reward. I ll gamble she hasn t forgot how to smile, and nobody could ask more n that! " Billy was inclined to seize him and make a strong effort to sweep him from the saddle. " You know her? " " Aw, yes." The Lambkin made an elo quent flourish toward the south. " We are quite old friends. Met her down in Texas, at a function J in the city o Whitewater. She was queen o the occasion the fairy o the flock." His voice had the tone of foul medicine as he thought of a Girl from Mis souri, " They called her the Whip will down there, and there was a fiddle and plenty o whisky where she held forth." "Well?" " Well! There was plenty o whisky there, I said, and to see the inside would in no way remind you of a church. There was a right active bar at one end, and at the other a stage where she used to dazzle the boys from over the range when she sang Annie Laurie and The Last Rose o Summer. But I reckon she was better at dancin ." Now here was something which, to But- 272 BILLY IS GALLANT ternut s mind, ought to have staggered a stone > but which Billy accepted with no visible dis tress. On the contrary, he showed a supreme and frozen indifference, an imbecile heedless- ness, the profound calm of a man who hears the details of juvenile campaigns. The Lamb kin viewed him in a stupor, helpless, petrified, for he was now posing on a moral pin nacle which probably he would never have achieved but for his experience with the Whippoorwill. This in accordance with the rule that when a woman shows a man that she has amused herself with him he inevitably becomes a figure of mangled purity, an out raged saint, while her character as infallibly assumes the hue of an African in a chimney. " She wasn t always bad, I ll allow," pur^ sued the senseless Billy. " May not have been her fault either. Stress of fortune and cir cumstances " The Lambkin threw his gaze to the clouds, overcome by this excruciating thrust. Viv idly he recalled the numberless occasions when, debating with himself, he had used this same magnanimous argument. Immediately he lost all inclination for 273 BUTTERNUT JONES further words with Billy, from whom he turned pityingly, but as at this instant there came a cry from the Whippoorwill, he im pulsively glanced again in her direction. Her steed was swaying, certainly, but then she would doubtless land on her feet, for, he reflected, she was a woman of experience. Besides, had he not once gone out of his way for her with fearful results? The tenderfoot s feelings, however, were different. Not having the Lambkin s point of view, he could afford to be more humane. He gave a shout to the Whippoorwill, and by a dexterous and quick wheel escaped the clutch of his comrade. He was even in time to catch the reins of the woman s mount, but was too late to avert the disaster. The stag gering horse went sprawling on the plain, and his hapless rider was thrown bowling into a heap, limp and unconscious. Butternut, look ing straight ahead, failed to observe the mis hap. Immediately Billy was clear of the stir rups and bending over her, while the voice of the heedless cowboy reached him in a jum ble of imprecation and song. 274 CHAPTER XX "IF I WERE GOING TO BE HANGED!" FOR a distance the Lambkin rode amid deep woe, swearing and larruping his legs in the stirrups. Billy had betrayed him. Billy had used his feelings in the shabbiest possible manner. Billy was worse than a criminal. The Lambkin s voice went out in a long groan. It was not unnatural that he should fail to see that even if, as he believed, the Whippoorwill was in no great danger, Billy had done a gallant thing that the anguish he had endured because of this woman should so cloud his perception as to show him Billy merely as a copy of himself an in fatuated fool. He made desperate effort to discover a measure for the tenderfoot s offense, but was wofully inadequate to the task. The entire length and breadth of his experience failed to provide a precedent for this appalling crime. He could only gather in his mind a volley of deepest cal- 275 BUTTERNUT JONES umny and hurl it with ferocity at the inno cent Billy. He then discovered it a relieving process to include all mankind in his denun ciations. The sudden spectacle of the Whip- poorwill, appearing in his wake like a for gotten ghost, had thrown him into a kind of frenzy. He had finally surrendered himself to the question of why individuals so pathet ically helpless as Billy and himself were permitted at large, when a sudden obstruction in his path surprised him. At the top of a rise he found himself on the point of colliding with a man in a drab ulster who, in the company of a saffron mule, had come to a halt at the foot of the slope beyond. Both were in an attitude of absolute rest, the man standing carelessly, his weight on one leg and a guarding hand on his steed s neck. Between the pair and Butternut the distance was scarcely ten yards, but the Lamb kin had not the time to lift his voice before the tail of the ulster went like a curtain in the air, the graceless little legs beneath it spread and closed with the action of a patent clothes-pin, and man and beast went north ward with stupefying velocity. 276 "IF I WERE TO BE HANGED" " By the Jumpin Jack-rabbits!" gasped Butternut, as he swept over the spot they had occupied, and, looking after them, saw that he was being regarded humorously by the drab ulster, who now wafted off into song: "Oh, some like a hoss hoof a mule hoof is better ; Give me my Moll s hoof in all sorts o weather." The singer slowed his pace until Butter nut was enabled to ride abreast of a little spare man, with a stubby, straw-colored beard and small, brown eyes that squinted merrily in all directions. His face was tanned to the tone of new leather, and his thin, long nose had the curve of a beak, the sides of which seemed to slope far back into the shadow of his cheeks. His hair was of a troubled gray, though he wore perpetually the smile of a clown. It was his wonderful steed, however, which drew most of the Lambkin s attention. In deep amazement he contemplated the homely animal whose ungainly limbs were such a revelation. " By the last hair of a tarant ler, stranger, youVe got a swift beast! " 277 BUTTERNUT JONES The ulster grinned more and more ex pansively, tilting the beak skyward, and finally exploded a sort of three-cornered cackle which exposed a staggering row of front teeth. " By the virtue of oP Moll s hoof, sonny, ye air kerreck! Thah s nothin so speedy as thet same mare mule!" He lifted a proud hand and feelingly smote the brute s neck. " She s the winged witch o the prairies, is Moll, and ye kin taberlate thet on yer tomb stone! " At a rapid, regular pace they went, leaning now toward the northwest. From time to time a startled jack-rabbit leaped into view and raced for the woods, while period ically from the bunch-grass flashed the great grasshoppers with warlike rattle. The Lambkin presently felt constrained to mention a part of his woes to his compan ion. The fellowship of two men with a com mon interest, galloping abreast for a certain time, impelled him to a kind of confidence. Besides, he felt no small desire to expose Billy, which, though a tame revenge, was the fiercest in his reach. Accordingly, as they 278 "IF I WERE TO BE HANGED " sped over the next rise, he rode closer to the Moll mule. " I lost a mighty good pard in the shuffle," he observed, carelessly. " ShoM Ye don t say! " The mule was the recipient of an affectionate blow in the flank. " No kind of a hawss, hey? Sarved him right. Where d ye leave him? " " About a mile back, I judge; but he had a good hawss." The ulster s curiosity here drew him erect in a manner quite satisfactory to the Lambkin. "Huh! What laid him out? " " Petticoats! " cried the cowboy, bitterly; " a song-and-dance favorite, and a maid of right lovely ways. She s a capital judge o whisky and can ( **ock the cards with her eyes shut. Her hawss, you see, was played out, and he stopped to give her a lift. I reckon she s got his hawss by this time." " Yaas? That was powerful perlite." " Oh, it was very fine, but she ll give him trouble, for she s a poison bad lot. She ll make him love her for a sufferin angel be fore she gets through but, by God!" he broke off piteously, for always in his heart 279 BUTTERNUT JONES was a Girl from Missouri, " I know her for a screechin centipede! " " Aw, now, me son sof ly! We don t want to be ha ash. Mebbe it warn t so much her doin s. Circumstances could a played a big hand " Butternut felt as if he had been struck a violent blow in the face. He uttered a groan in the despairing tone of one who has lost all faith in his kind, and at once swerved at a wide distance from the ulster, regarding him thereafter with monumental contempt. He became a forlorn horseman journeying hopelessly over the monotonous levels of the plain. Did no one have the sense to under stand? He swore roundly at mankind, espe cially at Billy, more particularly at the Whippoorwill. For her his loathing was immeasurable, she being the foul germ to which all these ills, these agonies, could be traced. As her countless tricks and wiles flashed unclad before him, he wondered for the hundredth time why she had previously in no way impressed him as a strategist. Blind indeed must he have been, and above all was it piteously ironical to recall that her chief bat- 280 "IF I WERE TO BE HANGED J> tery had been pathos. As he had once assured McCormick, she was a " hummer " on pathos. If he had had doubting moments before, he was now certain that his regard for this woman was the same as he should feel for a slough of reptiles, a swarm of tarantulas. His thoughts upon her were beyond all speech, though a dim expression of them might be: " If I were going to be hanged, and were called upon to name the crowning pity of the world, it would be that some women are not born in their proper shape. Belonging to the creatures that crawl, yet they walk and smile as women, and so de ceive man into thinking them of consequence, only to take him and delicately drown him in a sea of despair, of shame " Something of the tenor of this speech seemed beating in his head like an automatic hammer timed to the regular strokes of his horse s hoofs. Eventually, in a feverish effort at diver sion, he began giving a sort of attention to objects along the way. Once when an ad venturous wolf rounded the base of a knoll w 281 BUTTERNUT JONES to his left, he mechanically leveled his six- shooter in that direction. The action was so free from interest that he nonchalantly closed both eyes with the discharge of the weapon and rode onward without troubling to note the effect of the shot. From time to time, as the recollection of late events came over him, he would grind his teeth in deepest woe, and, gazing in a helpless way at space, breathe out appealingly: "Oh, hell!" And again the hammer in his head and the rhythmic hoof-strokes, saying: " If I were going to be hanged " 282 CHAPTER XXI THE LAMBKIN SEES HUMOR THE tops of the cottonwoods swung in sympathy together above a winding tunnel of shadows. Here was a wilderness of green in terlacing branches through which the stream of Moccasin flowed leisurely, with frequent and picturesque bend and turn. Butternut, following an abandoned cattle- trail, rode briskly to the ford. Allowing his " blown " roan a single cautious swallow, he haltered the animal to a sapling, and pro ceeded at once to select a site for his tent; for here was the section on which he chose to " stake his claim." However, as a half- drowned person loses the desire to keep afloat, so a horseman sorely jaded is slow to journey afoot. The Lambkin had proceeded not a dozen yards before his limbs became as un certain of movement as those of a drowsy cub, and, tired and saddle-sore, he sat down to rest. 283 BUTTERNUT JONES Confusedly in his mind was the spectacle of mad horsemen sweeping the southward plain, while keen and distinct was his vision of the Whippoorwill and Billy. " William, Will iam," he muttered, and his voice was hope less. He thought but once of the drab ulster, who had left his company about half a mile back, his last remark to Butternut having been some indistinct reference to the virtues of the Moll mule. After a short period of inaction the cow boy rose and resumed his detour, viewing the landmarks of the bottom as one who beholds a familiar locality; for the directions of the friend of the horse-market had been most minute. There was the old half-burned stump he had pointed out on his chart, over there by the blazed mesquit, and there, too, by the edge of the creek, lay the monstrous log he had mentioned, a great hollow extend ing from end to end and leaving it but a shell. This log had been especially impressed on the horse-dealer s mind because once on a hunt, when it had rained, he had crawled into it to escape the wet. Butternut advanced and peered skeptic- 284 THE LAMBKIN SEES HUMOR ally into the mouth of the log. " He must have shrunk considerably to have got in there," he mused, whimsically. " I don t be lieve it would fit me" A sudden desire to settle the point smote him, and impulsively he thrust his entire body, feet foremost, into the hollow, and there followed a period in which he deeply and tranquilly slept. He was disturbed abruptly by a partial revolution of the log causing him to perform a like movement. He made a wild effort to support himself, but had barely recovered his balance before another spasmodic rolling threw him into his previous position. He was on the point of shouting when a heavy voice rose at one end of the log : " I reckon it s a pious idee, ( Hicksy M " The remark was evidently in approval of a suggestion by another party, who now spoke at the opposite end: " Bet it is, Bartle. It ain t the thing to erect a bang-up shanty V thar by draw s picion. We don t want any spec latin es to how we found time to h ist anything laborate." The voices were a study in villainous BUTTERNUT JONES accent. The retired Lambkin grinned in glee. Here was a situation in which he saw nothing but humor. The speech of the men had at once stamped them as " sooners,"* and it was also to be gathered from their language that the log was intended to serve as a factor in their dwelling, then in course of con struction. The cowboy, however, had heard enough to understand that it would be a seri ous matter if he were discovered, and on the heels of this reflection came the remembrance that at a previous time that afternoon he had discharged a chamber of his six-shooter at a particularly unimportant and inoffensive wolf. It occurred to him now that no object could have been of less consequence than this animal, and at the same time the chamber in question reached a sudden high value in his mind. His hand instinctively sought his hip, but the movement was difficult owing to the limited room at his command and the log s revolutions requiring him to make a shield ing brace of his elbows; however, by the play * At the time of this event there were numerous persons who sought a short route to prosperity by evading the vigilantes and placing themselves across the line in advance of the legal date. Such parties were known as " sooners," 286 THE LAMBKIN SEES HUMOR of his forearms alone he succeeded in reach ing the weapon and in replacing the wasted charge. By the time this was accomplished the " sooners " had got the log into a locality satis factory to them, and the cowboy thereafter enjoyed the luxury of having his attitude of repose undisturbed. He lay comfortably then on his stomach, and having brought his weapon forward, trained its muzzle carelessly on the mouth of the log. Through the round opening he saw that the approach of night was rapidly filling the bottom with shadows, and presently some crackling brush told him that the " sooners " had started a blaze. Doubtless this was with a view to preparing their evening meal, and again did the confi dent proceedings of the ruffians cause the Lambkin to smile. Soon the pleasing aroma of steaming coffee was floating in to him. The fire was burning a few yards from the end of the log, at a point almost in line with his vision, and as the flames brightened with the darkness, their light flickered along the interior of his retreat to within three inches of his arm. By twisting his head as far to one 287 BUTTERNUT JONES side as his narrow quarters would permit he could include a section of the fire in his view, and was enabled to see a fragmentary leg and arm silhouetted against the flames. He was considering the possible effect of a random shot at the coffee-pail, squatting clear in his sight, when an incident, sudden and startling, brought commotion in the camp. A pair of graceless legs and the tail of a drab ulster passed rapidly between him and the firelight, and accompanying the movement a familiar twanging voice smote his ears : " By the sonorous whisper o my Moll mule, gen l men, I m rejoiced to meet ye! Don t rise, I implore ye! " Both " Hicksy " and Bartle had leaped up, each with a hand on a weapon, but the visitor, with a sweeping flourish, besought them not to be disturbed. " It would pain me deeply, genTmen, to feel that I wah troublin ye. Hev ye seen anything of a yaller mule named Moll?" At once the manner of the " sooners " was most hospitable. The stranger having made no show of war, his soft, clangorous voice rising only in a note of gentle inquiry, the 288 THE LAMBKIN SEES HUMOR relief they experienced inclined them to a show of great cordiality. " Stranger," said Mr. Bartle, " we ve seen neither hide ner hoof o the animal ye re lookin fer, but weVe got some spankin good coffee hyer, if ye care to sample et." "You bet," supported Mr. Hicks; " and I jedge our hawg meat ain t the worst in Oklahomer. Ye ll hev to jine us in a bite er two." The newcomer made a most deprecating motion. " Yer hospitality, genTmen, touches me, but I couldn t think o puttin ye out." Nevertheless, after some further insisting by the " sooners," and a proper amount of hes itancy, the visitor finally arranged his figure in a sociable sprawl by the fire, from which position, during the remaining preparations for supper, he entertained his hosts by a hu morous account of the tribulations which had oppressed him through the ownership of a certain mule. From time to time he inter rupted himself to laugh long and boister ously, and in each instance Mr. Bartle and Mr. Hicks, catching his hilarity, would join 289 BUTTERNUT JONES in. He had a wonderful fund of anecdote, and it flowed in a copious stream until sup per was announced. Even then, during the progress of the meal, his tongue wagged on at a lively rate. " GenTmen," he observed, glancing quiz zically around through the gathering dusk, " you ve struck a right valuable claim hyer, hain t ye? Bout the choicest quarter-section in the whole Territory, this is. Runnin wa ter on two sides, and every acre, cept the creek bottoms, the richest prairie land, to say nothin of her adj inin the county-seat. Coin to work her j intly, I s pose? " Mr. Bartle gave his comrade a swift, sagacious glance. " Why, ye see," said Hicks, " we had fig ured that as the best plan, seein as it takes two to hold a claim these stirrin times, once ye git it. While one is hustlin supplies 1 fer instance, t other kin stay an hold the title. It saves a lot of argymint." " Exactly," returned the ulster, chuckling. " I appreciate the p int, fer it s the identical old idee I had in mind; but knowin t other feller wouldn t see the advantage of it, I re- 290 THE LAMBKIN SEES HUMOR frained from presentin my plan. I had jest lit on an elegant quarter-section, right here in your neighborhood, when a wild-eyed son- of-a-gun come gallavantin down on me like a rory-bory- Alice, and persuaded me to retire. As I had no steed in sight to prove thet I d rid thar, he called me a sooner and insinu ated thet I d been campin thar fer weeks. Then he p inted a pair o sixes at me with both hands, and lowed I d find it a good deal healthier on the adj inin section. I was so incensed, gen l men, at his discourtesy thet after framin a proposition o partnership in my mind, I disdained to honor him with it. And all owin to the absence of a condemned, ornery, saw-toothed, punkin yaller mule!" The three of them again laughed long and unrestrainedly, the " sooners " thinking here was a man of their class, and at the close of their outburst Mr. Hicks, leaning toward the ulster, said, meaningly, while he beamed with good humor: " I d hate, stranger, to lay a good deal thet you ever had a mule! " The visitor at once assumed a most in jured look, which, however, only served to 291 BUTTERNUT JONES increase the hilarity of the " sooners." They were very shrewd. To the cowboy, resting comfortably in the log, within three yards of this interesting group, the ulster, who he knew did own a mule, presented a problem in character too intricate for solution. He accordingly turned his entire thought to the men Bartle and Hicks, who it was plain were two of a brand. To them he could no longer forego the satis faction of announcing himself. Abruptly, therefore, at a pause in the conversation, he drew his entire body out into the glare of the fire, and turned the muzzle of his weapon carelessly toward the " sooners." " Gentlemen," he said, serenely, " I own this land!" 292 CHAPTER XXII A FEW HOSTILITIES IT did not occur to him to accompany the remark by a definite aiming of his weapon, which, therefore, was pointed at neither ruf fian in particular, but wavered in a manner to cover first one, then the other of the pair. Immediately he had cause to deplore this negligence. The commotion produced by his appearance, while exactly what he had ex pected, was yet so sudden and violent as to bewilder him. He remembered firing twice at a gigantic bounding object which seemed to approach him in a succession of hand springs and which developed on closer ac quaintance into the person of Mr. Bartle, who, with a yell of pain at his second shot, fell furiously upon him. The fashion of his hold left it impossible for Butternut to make further use of his weapon, and the cowboy at once understood that he was called upon 293 BUTTERNUT JONES to make the best of an awkward transaction, while at the same time his uppermost sensation was a keen delight in the effect of his second bullet, which he knew had lodged somewhere in the person of his foe. However, he real ized that all exertions now possible on his part must be of brief enaction, since few mo ments could elapse before his adversary would receive the support of his comrade. Accord ingly, in the close embrace of Mr. Bartle, he went desperately over the earth in a series of quick revolutions. But despite his preoccu pation, there was time for amazement when, being thrown suddenly into a position which brought his glance in the direction of the fire, he observed there a remarkable performance in progress. Mr. Hicks, in the act of spring ing to the relief of his comrade, was suddenly seized by the drab ulster and borne violently backward to the earth, while in the same in stant the air seemed filled with the jangle of two voices, one uttering oaths of bitterest quality, the other making vehement reference to a certain mare mule. The astonished cow boy next observed, when this separate en counter had attained its fiercest height, the 294 A FEW HOSTILITIES sudden glimmer of firelight on steel, which was followed by the click of snapping metal, and as the intertwined figures rose upright he saw that the wrists of the ulster s adversary were secured by handcuffs. But the gyra tions of the ulster by no means ceased at this point. Addressing a low remark into the ear of Mr. Hicks, which had the effect of caus ing the ruffian to remain inactive, he waltzed over to Bartle, whose wound seemed to have endowed him with a fury which gave him strength. The Lambkin was expending a gallant final effort when he felt his assailant wrenched clear of him with a violence which sent his own body spinning. He fell in an exhausted heap, and lay for some moments stupefied, then rising confusedly on his elbow he saw that the ulster had both men in charge, and with a knife and some strips of cloth in hand was giving surgical attention to the in jured Bartle. In the flare of the firelight the three figures bore the aspect of shadows, but their attitudes showed the Lambkin clearly which was master of the field. The hand of the bewildered cowboy, fumbling over the ground, came in contact with his revolver, 295 BUTTERNUT JONES and he grinned in a foolish fashion as he re placed the weapon at his hip. Next he rose and walked sheepishly into the firelight, his hand at his chin. The ulster was bending at tentively over Mr. Bartle s arm, while hold ing that member toward the light. " Ye swatted him in the muscle, sonny," he remarked, imparting a final touch to the rude bandage, " so I reckon it ain t fatal." Butternut advanced with the demeanor of one who would like to know more of the circumstances, but the air of the little old man restrained him. There was something strangely grim and commanding about the ulster as, having concluded his " operation," he began to walk back and forth in the fire light, swinging a weapon with his stride and keeping an unvarying eye on his prisoners. Meanwhile, from over the plain and through the timber of the bottom came the sounds of hoofs and men noises of a scat tered throng. Swiftly, by the edge of the woods, the straggling boomers continued to hammer past. Frequently in the shadows rang the ax of an energetic squatter, already begun his improvements, while farther down 296 A FEW HOSTILITIES the hollow, in accompaniment, floated scraps of conversation and song. Occasionally a horseman, battering by through the dusk, lifted his voice in a winding, nonchalant yell, to which the men in the hollow responded. In the tones of the latter there was a note of jubilance, for they had passed the crisis, and now the whole thing was to them a celebra tion. Periodically the cry of a lone wolf smote the night afar, as though in protest at these signs of human settlement, while always through the trees the melancholy beat of hoofs on the plain drummed a mournful chorus. The drab ulster, continuing his stride up and down the range of firelight, from time to time bent his ear mysteriously toward the depths of the woods. " It s the shots, sonny yer two shots," he remarked to the Lambkin. " It s more n likely they ll raise a row. The bottom s alive with sooners, and I m afeard we ll hev a neat entertainment gittin these gentlemen out o hyer." He indicated the two glowering captives. Butternut was trying to decide whether he should construe these words as a rebuke, when 20 BUTTERNUT JONES the abrupt splintering of brush and a low roar of voices told of advancing men. The ulster instantly, by a deft movement of his foot, struck the coffee-pail and sent its contents over the fire in a manner which brought dark ness upon the camp. He governed the gesture so nicely, too, as to be thrown by its impetus within a hand s reach of his prisoners, and seizing the collar of one, he controlled the other by a significant pressure of his weapon, both of them having been disarmed. As he then, in an ominous whisper, which Butternut overheard, commanded them to advance, the Lambkin brushed the arm of the old man, who, chuckling approval, turned the wound ed Bartle over to his care. Swiftly and with caution they proceeded through the gloom of the woods, halting pres ently in a thicket of tangled undergrowth. And now, abruptly, in the camp they had de serted arose a sullen wrangle and debate. " Two shots V a yawp," said one voice. " And cusses," amended another, and this so increased the significance that it had an obvious effect upon the council. There fol lowed a hoarse jumble of arguments. 298 A FEW HOSTILITIES Butternut, retired in the brush-tangle, grew thoughtful of many things which in no wise concerned this menacing assembly. It was now possible for him to regard the ulster as other than a riddle he was clearly an agent of the Government; but there were numerous other questions to distress the Lambkin. Where was his gallant horse, Roan Rebel? Where, too, was the famous Moll mule? Also it was inevitable that his mind should wander back over the plain to the woman episode. Where was Billy the erring, the hopeless Billy? And " . . . If I were going to be hanged " The wrangle in the shadows deepened in volume until it was clearly a thing of dire portentions. At intervals an oath swung aloft through the trees. Butternut, in a whisper, sought certain information of the ulster, who, listening, measured his response by the quali ties of the tones of the men. " Do you think they ll show their teeth? " " Me son, the indications air they will. Sof ly, don t ye chirp ! " A hoarse noise in the throat of Mr. Hicks dying suddenly in a w r heeze, Butternut knew 299 BUTTERNUT JONES the ulster s fingers had interfered. The old man made tedious effort to see through the gloom of the underbrush, and took a fresh grip on his weapon. The cowboy patiently shifted to a new position and waited, while the howl of the lone wolf struck a dismal note. The leaves of the wilderness whispered in the night wind, and from time to time the man in the ulster referred to the probabilities of a fight. 300 CHAPTER XXIII THE PASSING OF A WHIPPOORWILL THE light of the moon, swinging low over the trees, reached the undergrowth in few localities. Here and there it appeared, a luminous fantasy in the long blending shad ows, and these resplendent points were so occasional as merely to impart a new and deeper mystery to the woods. Generally in all quarters the gloom was as heavy as blan kets, but it required no eye to know that the hollow was inhabited. A determined, omi nous presence was revealed in the jumble and jar of men s voices in rough argument. Be hind a prostrate cottonwood squatted a war like row of figures which at certain points of their discussion paused to bestow attention upon a thicket of tangled mesquit. From this thicket came a silence of strange power, in that the more intense it was the more dread it inspired. The man at the end of the log swore cautiously at it. 301 BUTTERNUT JONES " They re in thah," he affirmed to his com panions. * We know they re in thah. N they dasn t come out! " " Same as we dasn t go in, l Griggsy, v observed the third man from him, and an approving snicker traveled along the log. Griggsy s scowl was unseen in the darkness, but his tones swelled higher. He made a slurring allusion to the humor of some per sons, and pointing his revolver indefinitely, sent a violent report bellowing through the trees. The succeeding quiet was so deep that it seemed to envelop the row of men like a substance. The shot, though its origin was palpable, had the effect of suggesting to them an invisible and menacing presence. There was a period in which they were immovable and would have felt a keen terror at the mak ing of a sound. Then of a sudden from the depths of the thicket there issued two flashes, each the precursor of a bullet which clipped whistling through the foliage, and the next moment to no one, even could they have seen distinctly, would it have been apparent that there was a man behind the log. By a com mon impulse they had collapsed to the ground 302 PASSING OF A WHIPPOORWILL like paralytics. From the wake of one of the responding bullets a tiny, lone leaf settled down on Griggsy s hat. He was disconcerted. This sudden discourteous behavior of the jun gle impressed him somehow as a phenomenon. He seemed amazed at a demonstration which he had exerted his best energies to bring about. " Wull, dam me," he mumbled in his beard, and to his comrades he added, in the superior tones of one sustained in a previous contention, " I know d they wuh thah!" After a period the dull voices jumbled again, and the man at the end of the log swore afresh at the silence in the thicket. Presently he grew profound. As the general in com mand it devolved upon him to devise some feasible plan of attack. So he wagged his beard reflectively, and at length decided that the happiest course would be to make a cir cuit of the enemy with most of his force and invade the jungle from behind. Accordingly he detailed a trusted man to remain stationed at the log, and with the others proceeded on a strategic movement through the brush. In line with their plan, the trusted man, during this maneuver, fired occasionally at 303 BUTTERNUT JONES die thicket with a view to holding its atten tion. His aim, however, was problematic, as he was careful only in keeping his scalp be low the level of the log. Griggsy and his followers moved with the noiselessness of apparitions, despite the irreg ular growth of the bushes, and by zigzagging discreetly escaped the patches of moonlight. Twice they halted to whisper their under standing of the plan, while they gestured menacingly toward the thicket. Meanwhile the ulster and the Lambkin, unconscious of the strategy in progress, were returning the spattering compliments of the man behind the log. It was at this juncture that suddenly, and from a quarter entirely new to all parties in this discussion, there came a shot which pro duced an abrupt and terrific commotion in the rear of the thicket. The report had scarcely died away before a second shot, from the same independent quarter, renewed the effect of the first bullet. The tearing of brush by heavy bodies, blended with a torrent of vigorous language, told that Griggsy and his forces were being assailed by a foeman in 304 PASSING OF A WHIPPOORWILL ambush. The Lambkin and the ulster, at once aware of the presence of an ally, and grasp ing this new location of the enemy, wheeled and began a systematic fire in that direction. There were sounds thereafter of tumultuous disagreement. And the " sooners " were not versed in bat tle. If any of them could recall experiences wearing the glitter of war, they were moments of blare and bluster when no really fine be havior had been required. In consequence, these feverish ways of the woods filled them with a consternation they could not suppress, but which was in no way apparent from their noise. They filled the night with mar velous curses and yells. The woods to them were aswarm with perils most sinister, and, conceiving a moment for veterans, they ex pressed their valor in a swift stream of sound. But a battle in the dark, at uncertain range, with bushes in plenty to intercept the bullets, and the forces of both sides hugging close to the earth, can not at best be regarded as a very hazardous affair. It may be creative of much commotion and tremendous noise, but the result can scarcely be such as a man 305 BUTTERNUT JONES could not contemplate with a calm mind. To a person actively engaged in such conflict, however, it is naturally of a huge, grim im port, and he may be excused if he regards it as a crisis. For some time an apparently terrific bat tle was raging in the woods. The drab ulster alternately shouted and sang while he and the Lambkin fusiladed the bushes, the cries of Griggsy and his companions at moments drowned the voice of their firearms, the un known newcomer from his retired position in the shadows occasionally screamed a chal lenge. But when it was over when the ad vance of dawn left it wise in the minds of the " sooners " to withdraw the spectacle pre sented was not particularly appalling. There were revealed no dead upon the field, and the " sooners," it was evident, were not even seri ously disabled, for they had vanished to the last man. The general result, however, in no wise diminished the high esteem in which Butternut and the ulster held the battle. As the day broke clear over the bottom the old man was feverishly passing a rag through the chambers of his weapons, while he re- 306 PASSING OF A WHIPPOORWILL garded his captives with a highly important air. Butternut was standing guard. The Lambkin had a slight wound in the arm, but he wore it with pride, as befitted a conqueror. True, he once thought of Bartle s wound, and wished that by way of variation his had been a leg! After a time it occurred to him to make a search for the gallant stranger who had so valiantly aided in the victory. The same im portant light in which he regarded the battle made him feel that this mysterious unknown had been of much assistance. It was due him, therefore, to be treated as a fellow victor. Accordingly, leaving the captives in the care of the ulster, the Lambkin proceeded through the bushes to the point whence the inde pendent firing had issued. In the center of a small clearing he came suddenly upon a young man in " city " dress sitting compla cently, his back to a stump. " Billy! Jumpin Tarant lers Billy! " In the happiness of the moment the Lamb kin lost utterly the dignity of a general, as well as all his past bitter feeling. As the tenderfoot sprang up he encircled him with 307 BUTTERNUT JONES his sound arm in a show of inexpressible de light, while Billy s keen pleasure was equally apparent. Under the fire of Butternut s swift questions he explained how he had followed along several hours after the parting on the plain. Galloping by the creek at sunset, he had sighted the Lambkin s horse by the ford, and halting, fyad pitched camp, thinking the cowboy would return presently. " But you never showed up, and I went to sleep waiting. Then about midnight I was roused by pistol-shots, and, prowling through the brush, I came upon a bunch of bush whackers bent on trouble. So as a matter of principle I backed behind a stump and blazed into them." " I see," said Butternut; and he added, with a smile of banter, " How s the Whip - will?" But Billy was anxious on other matters. " I hope you have nailed your claim, Jones?" "Yes, William." The Lambkin made an impatient movement with his hand, while his smile broadened. "Where s the Whip - will?" 308 PASSING OF A WHIPPOORWILL " I guess I haven t much choice now " " It ll take both of us to hold mine. Where d you leave the Whip will? " Then Billy made an idle gesture: " The Whippoorwill? Oh, she s dead." The Lambkin s face froze. It took on the tone of cold clay. He made as if to turn, but it was the motion of a weed. His hand per formed a piteous outward movement, the appeal of the blind. He turned a dull gaze upward, and made a wheezy, hoarse sound in his throat. " Yes," pursued Billy, indifferently. " She fell just as I turned you didn t see her and she was never conscious afterward. I got her to some water in a squatter s tent, but she died in an hour. ... I stayed only long enough to bury her. Rather a sad case, Jones. Say you knew her? " " Yes," said the Lambkin, in a slow voice. " We were quite old friends, Billy." He looked abstractedly off through the trees. 309 CHAPTER XXIV THE SOUNDS OF A DIRGE ONE corner of Butternut s and Billy s claim abutted on the town of Perry, which in the afternoon of this second day was grown, as if by enchantment, from a mere soldiers camp on the line of the Santa Fe to a booming county-seat with a population of over six thousand, at least half of which would be permanent. Of buildings there was none, though a number were in course of erection, but all over the site were squatted square bleach tents which, viewed from a distant hill, but for the contradictory presence of the bawling boomers, were not unlike a herd of white buffalo. On every hand appeared establish ments teeming and humming with varied in dustries. Bakeshops, butcher-shops, barber shops, " general merchandise," land-agents, 310 THE SOUNDS OF A DIRGE opticians, photographers, the inevitable Chi naman with his laundry-sign, fortune-tellers, shooting-galleries, theaters and saloons all were here, in tents, and conducting a metro politan business. The fakirs with their gam bling games were probably the most active, and certainly the most noisy. There were shell-games, wheels o fortune, and knife- boards and rings in plenty, and the florid man with the baby dolls and baseballs was there, announcing to the swarming populace that for every three " babies " they struck con secutively they would get a half-dollar. What with canvas and pink lemonade and peanuts everywhere, there was only wanting the ele phant and the sawdust to make it " circus day." Perhaps half a mile from this bustling scene, on the open plain, yet so near the tim ber along the creek as to be well in the shade of the cottonwoods, Billy and the Lambkin had pitched their tent. They had also, a few yards from their quarters, hoisted a large white flag which, when the wind was strong, gave to the world the following informa tion: 3*1 BUTTERNUT JONES This Claim, By right of priority, Is the property of CHARLES JONES and WILLIAM WHITE. Attest : JOSEPH PLUMMER, Deputy U. S. Marsha!, Gutkrie. The drab ulster had himself added the bottom line, remarking to the Lambkin, with a smirk of pride: " I jedge that ll fetch em, sonny. There ain t a dozen posted men in Oklahoma that ain t heard o old Joe Plummer, an them that ain t won t keer to go monkeyin with Uncle Sam. But if ye should git into trouble, why, thar s my address." He had escorted his two prisoners to the town, and, delivering them there to an able lieutenant, returned to bid Butternut and Billy good-by. As he left them now, his Lilliputian legs taking him toward the town, Butternut, look ing admiringly after him, remarked: "A mighty bold man, William, for his 312 THE SOUNDS OF A DIRGE size. I don t believe he d think any more o facin the mouth of a cannon than of eatin his breakfast." As the Lambkin, leaning against the cen ter-pole at the entrance to his tent, surveyed the howling young metropolis in the distance, there was sadness in his heart. Billy could not understand why a man who, from being virtually penniless, was suddenly become a comparatively wealthy person, should show no signs of elation, although he well knew that the Lambkin was a man who would never make a great noise. Billy was jubilant. He had refused to consider Butternut s offer of an equal share until the Lambkin had made it plain that it would be impossible for one man to maintain his rights to a claim so valu able against the army of contestants who, on adjoining sections, were already filling the land with arguments. With two partners, each could be the other s " witness," and there need never be a time when the foot of a rightful owner should be remote from his property. The tenderfoot, inside their quarters, was improvising a table by attaching some awk- 21 BUTTERNUT JONES ward legs to a soap-box. From time to time he cast an inquiring eye toward the Lambkin, leaning gracefully against the tent-pole and looking musingly toward the town. There was something so suggestive of loneliness in his attitude that Billy began to have a sus picion, but smiled it aside as he asked, im patiently: " The woman, Jones she was nothing to you?" And the Lambkin, without turning his head, replied, in his quiet voice: " She was my wife, Billy." And Billy was dumb for the rest of the day. The death-hour ever brings the tender- est emotions uppermost, but the Lambkin s thoughts, any more than to forgive her with his whole heart, were not upon the Whip- poorwill. They say that to pity oneself is a dwarfish thing, but that can not be true, for the Lambkin was lost in a sea of self-pity, and his was anything but a small nature. It may be that the solemnity of the moment had much to do with his lofty plane of thinking, and that later, losing its influence in the strife 3*4 THE SOUNDS OF A DIRGE of an active life, he would view things in a more rational light, but now he could only feel in his heart that the death of the Whip- poorwill could mean nothing to him. To be merely legally free in no way removed the baleful blot from his past, nor enabled him to escape the law of conscience. On the con trary, that black period of his life was merely magnified by the great potency of his love. While it was not in him to presume that the Girl from Missouri cared in any way for him, he believed that there were no previous sacred claims upon her heart, and frankly felt that he might set out to win her with the chances fair in his favor, but his dance-hall experiences were something which in his present mood he could not bring himself to the point of confiding to her, and even if, by distorting his view-point and observing a false standard, he could lessen the task, such a standard could never be hers. It was ter ribly ironical that the other one should have lived only long enough to enter his life and destroy it. He did not notice Billy pass out of the tent on his way to the town for provisions. 315 BUTTERNUT JONES The tenderfoot was not jubilant now. He journeyed with thoughtful steps to the city of tents, entering which he turned an abstracted eye upon the swarming, buzzing inhabitants. He lost a dollar or two at the gambling games in the hope that the amusement might change his mood, and he tried to interest himself in the noisy utterances of an agent proclaiming the last rise in values, but it was useless. Not even the sudden offering of a small fortune for his " share " enthused him. He could only stroll aimlessly about, with his hands in his pockets, and, thinking of Butternut s last remark, mumble mournfully to himself, "Well, I will be damned!" It was toward the end of the afternoon when a little commotion started from the sol diers camp at the end of the town, and an awful whisper stirred the air. The cavalry corporal was killed! The gallant gray, be coming unmanageable and prancing sideways instead of running with the line, had gone down, and the wan lips of his rider would never again blow a bugle. As this news flashed along from the sol diers camp, whither the dying man had been THE SOUNDS OF A DIRGE brought, the wheels o fortune were suddenly stilled, the voices of the feverish multitude ceased, and a pulseless, dead feeling smote every breast like a cold and heavy hand. It was probable that the death of no person that day could have excited deeper general sor row, for he was best known to all. He had been the great man of the day, and the halo of his importance was to follow him to the grave. The boomer and the huckster hushed their cries, and, as is always true of such times, a subtle feeling of stronger brotherhood per vaded the air. The cowboy and the gambler were strangely silent, and enemies for the moment were few in this throng. The air was heavy with the presence of a vast, silent lamentation. Down by the camp stood a group of mute soldiers, in gleaming white trousers and cot ton gloves, awaiting the sunset hour. So immaculate was their attire, they might have been awaiting the call for dress parade. The captain, voiceless from sorrow, was moving his gloved hands in advisory and pathetic gestures. 317 BUTTERNUT JONES At a quarter of an hour to sunset the sad little procession took its way toward a hill, to the chanting notes of bugle and fife and the solemn rumble of the drum. As they moved across the plain with measured mili tary stride, they might have been a procession of specters, such was their effect upon the on lookers. There was none save soldiers in this death-march. The grave being in full view of the town, each man felt that he was sufficiently present, and that to stand at a distance and leave the matter to those who had been nearest him was the part of honor and respect. But a little com pany of sorrowing cowboys, with bared heads, could not forbear blending with the drum and fife a few strains from a song of lament. These sounds reaching Butternut, retired in his tent in the distance, struck cold to his heart. Some one had told him that the cav alryman who had ridden the gray was being buried, and though his sympathies were ever strong, it was like adding another weight to his own woes a sinister scheme of Destiny to impress him with his own desolation. To him 318 THE SOUNDS OF A DIRGE this solemn chanting of fife and drum was not over the grave of the corporal, but over that other grave, back on the prairie, that Billy had told him of, the grave of the Whippoor- will, the destroyer of his love and life, where fore was he again plunged into the sea of self- pity. To have erred unwittingly in the begin ning was bad enough, and now to err con sciously by following the lead of his impulse was something he determined to put among the things impossible, preserving untarnished the gospels of his heart. Taking her view point as his own, he saw, between his un wholesome past and the white standards of the Girl from Missouri, a chasm of contrast which made the trail hopeless. So farther and farther from him, under the passing strains of this dirge, she seemed moving, while some where in his mind, along the black wall of his despair, flashed crimson pictures of their hours together, their first meeting, the Green Fork dance, the ride on the River Road. Even these happy memories seemed now in the grasp of fantoms, and it was like the knell of his own doom to hear the cowboys singing: 3 J 9 BUTTERNUT JONES " Bury me not on the lone prairie, Where the wild coyotes may howl o er me, Where the rattlesnake glides to his cottonwood lair, But they took no heed to his dying prayer; In a narrow grave just six by three, They buried him there on the lone prairie." Billy, returning from his errand to town, and slinking through the opening in the tent, found him there, his lone figure dim in the evening half-light bowed upon the table, his head in his arms. 320 CHAPTER XXV THE TURTLE MAKES A SPEECH Six weeks later. You would scarcely know the town of Perry now, compared to its appearance on the day of its birth. It is a real city. There are not more than a score of tents in sight, and these belong chiefly to wandering mountebanks, gamblers, and for tune-tellers, who can not be counted as citi zens. The pink-lemonade men have been dispersed by the cooler weather, but if the wind is toward you as you near the town you can smell the roasting peanuts for a mile. The florid man with the baseballs and dolls is still here, beaming enticingly while he vol leys his remarks at the passing populace. Both the residence and business portions are a delight to the eye. Squares as nicely platted as a chess-board, streets as straight as bowling-alleys, a bank, post-office, depot, " hotel," and half a dozen stores already 321 BUTTERNUT JONES erected, buildings of all sizes, most of them unpainted and many unfinished all contrive to present a pleasing example of the wonders of enterprise. The air is thick with the signs and sounds of industry, and with the cries of the venders and fakirs are now blended the clatter of new lumber, stacked in piles by the teamsters hauling it from the railroad, and the shouts of the joiners, while the rhythmic noises of the hammer and the saw are every where. At one of the three corners facing the half-built court-house is the provision mar ket, displaying a resplendent array of " cuts " and game, at another you can find " dry-goods and groceries," and at the last is a thriving saloon, with swinging green doors and a brand-new walnut bar, with a brass foot-rod running the length of it, enabling the thirsty citizen to drink in the attitude of a man ascending a stair. And all these places are alive to overflowing. Billy and the Lambkin, at the end of the first week following the opening, had pros pered beyond their wildest speculations, and were developing a fine taste in the matter of 322 THE TURTLE MAKES A SPEECH cigars. At the close of the third week they had disposed of part of their claim for town- lots at " fancy" prices, while the value of their remaining acres had gone far into the thou sands. Now, after six weeks, having rein vested wisely the proceeds of all sales as fast as received, they possessed each a fair for tune, and the Lambkin was a director of the bank. They had also profited largely from their negotiations in behalf of others, for while Butternut wrote a bold and graceful hand and had a flow of speech that was fascinat ing, Billy, who had included some law in his studies, had a mighty shrewd eye for running over a paper. " Buyin and sellin isn t in my line, Will iam," the Lambkin had said, " but if you ll be the brains o the concern, I ll try to keep up the interest." Thus many an able lawyer, with a real license, was obliged to look on with pocketed hands while the line of hungry investors curved like a tidal-wave to the land-office of Jones & White. Butternut, to the great delight of Billy, 323 BUTTERNUT JONES had brightened up wonderfully within the last few weeks. There had been a time when he could only wander morosely about, like a man with weights in his shoes, with an un feeling eye, save for the things his memory held, and even ceasing for a while to give attention to his dress, but of late there had been a change. He had bought a neat-fitting civilian s suit, and the ecstatic Billy could not mistake it there was a sympathetic speech in his eye. Butternut was becoming cheerful, as many another has done, from necessity. The same immutable law which caused an agonized woman, down in Texas, to turn in helpless appeal to the blandish ments of a man of small soul, made the Lamb kin now put his dead heart in the background and seek forgetfulness in the excitement of gathering a fortune. He was helped greatly in this by the ab sence of anything in his environment which might bear a relationship to other days. He had heard once from the Berry boys they had "proved" two claims farther up the Strip, and in consequence were prospering but aside from this letter there had been 324 THE TURTLE MAKES A SPEECH nothing to bring to him the slightest reminder of the past. On a certain afternoon, during a quiet in business, Billy was " keeping office," and the Lambkin, down the street, was idly patron izing the man with the baseballs and dolls, while a laughing crowd looked on. As he missed for the third time the loafers grew hilarious. " Git on to his curves!" " D ye think he could hit a barn?" " Might, if he t row d a hay-stack or a balloon." Then a slow, familiar voice spoke: " Better try a lasso, Butternut." The utterance of his half-forgotten name made him wheel instantly, to see at his shoul der, regarding him affably, a swarthy man with a menacing eye, the vicious expression of which was ludicrously contradicted by the rest of his face. " Turtle Mose, by the Jumpin Hills! " There followed a hearty hand-shake, a few delighted words of comradeship, then a hurried adjournment to the establishment with swinging doors, where they discovered 325 BUTTERNUT JONES a gap at the walnut bar, and a conversation prolonged and luxurious ensued. Mose, in the beginning, did most of the talking, for Butternut had finally reached that stage when he could listen not only with calm ness but with a moderate delight to such in telligence as it now became the Turtle to divulge. Mose had quit the ranch just one week before, and he was therefore " loaded to the muzzle " with news. Fie confined his discourse, however, to the Circle-B and its environs. Certain information he had gath ered the night of the " blow-out " at the Twin Bar told him that on some points it were wiser for him not to touch, so between the times of disposing of the tall, foaming glasses with which Butternut supplied him he talked only on topics which were safe. True, he felt obliged to inform his friend that he had trans ferred his dog over to Twin Bar as directed, but he did this innocently, and got quickly back to other themes. " Scotty s moved his things into your cabin, an is takin keer o your books, an the boys air lookin after Biz; but I reckon they ve all got a good lickin laid up fer you 326 THE TURTLE iMAKES A SPEECH fer tearin off so all-fired sudden, an never a letter sayin where you was. McCormick specially is achin to take you in hand, an only t other night I hyern Talbot tellin his wife that the old ranch was like a alkali desert since you quit us." An instant the Lambkin felt a vapor be fore his eyes, a persistent obstruction in his throat. How fitting were these words to his own desolate heart, but withal it was not un pleasant to hear them. He tried to narrow his recollection to his comrades of the Cir- cle-B, to his many buoyant discussions with Scotty, tried not to think of the River Road, but it was useless. Memory and inclination were too much for him. "The Twin Bar, Mose hasn t changed hands, has she? " " Naw, but it s mighty lonesome over thar since Cap n Kitty an her folks shook the place. Her uncle, ye know, had to be in Washin ton this month, an she an her aunt went back to Kansas City. I think the ranch is for sale." The Turtle spoke very carelessly, while he gazed intently at his glass. He did not 327 BUTTERNUT JONES dare look the Lambkin in the eye lest his own should reveal all that the pallid, suffering face of a woman had told him the night of Reddy Tums s story. Butternut had found a spot on the bar which was not overflowed, and was making some figures on the back of an envelope. " Fifteen twenty-five forty Yes, by sellin out everything I ought to be able to buy it." " Buy what, Lambkin? " " The Twin Bar." This quiet statement caused the Turtle to set down his half-emptied glass, while his eyes grew as large as lemons. " Buy the Twin Bar you! Lambkin, air ye plumb crazy? " " Not exactly, Mose. Just crazy enough to hand em over the money any time, unless they ve raised the price. Would you like to go back to Texas and work for me? " The Turtle was still shaking his head skeptically, so the Lambkin, with boyish pride, drew a fat bank-book from his pocket and showed him some footings. The bank book alone, being an article which to the Tur- 328 THE TURTLE MAKES A SPEECH tie s mind bespoke colossal sums, was enough to satisfy him, but by way of gaining time in which to suppress a tendency to explode, he bent over the figures like a schoolboy over a puzzle. When finally he lifted his head, his cheeks were still puffed out, until the explo sion seemed imminent. " Don t you reckon I can buy it, Mose? " mildly inquired the Lambkin. The Turtle with difficulty allowed his gathered wind to escape noiselessly, but he could not refrain from rising on the brass foot-rod and pounding the bar with his fist, while he uttered such prolonged and ve hement ejaculations of joy that the observant barkeeper, as well as some of the imbibing citizens, viewed him with apprehension until a quiet glance from the Lambkin assured them. "Shoot me fer a lizard!" screeched the delighted cowboy. " Skin me fer a jack- rabbit! Saddle me to a bull s tail an start me over the prairie! If this don t squash me! Butternut Jones buyin the Twin Bar! Smoke me if I couldn t jest jump the Pecos at her widest point! What ll Talbot do? What ll Scotty think? What ll Jimsey say? 22 329 BUTTERNUT JONES Will I work fer ye, Lambkin! I ll do any thing fer you if you ll only let me be aroun when they hyer this! " Butternut s heart glowed at this exhibi tion of honest joy. He not only assured the Turtle that if the trade was made his wish should be fulfilled, but he presented the cow boy with a check for a hundred dollars and invited him to supper at the " hotel," where they could talk it over. " Come up to my office in an hour," said the Lambkin, snapping his watch. " I want you to meet my partner and see some o our possessions before we feed." He then bought the Turtle a good cigar, and, turning, left the cowpuncher gaping after him until his tall figure vanished through the swinging doors. Proceeding at once to a news-stall, the Lambkin purchased a Kansas City paper, and glanced hurriedly through the advertise ment section. Sure enough, in the " Land " column, he found the following: " FOR SALE. 60,000 acres grazing-land, well stocked, in Val Verde County, Texas, 330 THE TURTLE MAKES A SPEECH between Devil s River and the Pecos, 23 miles north of the Southern Pacific. Apply to Car son Mills, Agent, Kansas City." " The Twin Bar, sure as shootin ," quoth the Lambkin. He moved to the edge of the street, and ran a satisfied eye over as much of the town of Perry as lay within his range. He owned the building in which was the saddlery op posite, as well as a half-interest in the mar ket-house, a block farther down the street, and he was a director in the Bank of Per ry. He even owned stock in the railroad company, one of whose trains was at that moment puffing out from the little green sta tion. " I reckon I could buy it," he mused, " but I d have to sell out, and I ve got a mighty good thing here." He walked thoughtfully to his office, where he found Billy, his feet elevated in the window-frame while he absorbed the evening Bugle. The door and windows were open, for the afternoons were not yet too cool for that. Greeting his partner cheerily, the BUTTERNUT JONES Lambkin turned to his desk and began to fig ure in earnest. The air held a feeling of activity and new ness, but he was oblivious. The cries of the workmen, the kink-kink of a blacksmith at the far end of town, the pungent smell of shavings and smoke, blending with the per fumed breath of the prairies and coming in to him like an incense, were things he heeded not. For perhaps half an hour had he been engrossed in calculations, when a swarthy man with a vicious eye came tearing along the street like a frantic bull, at a speed which knocked all obstacles out of his way, while his gaze swept both sides of the thoroughfare for the sign-board of Jones & White. His menacing eye lighting presently on the object of his search, he seemed to double his already remarkable pace, and a minute later, lumber ing through the door and blowing like a por poise, he confronted the man who had said he might buy the Twin Bar. Billy drew his feet from the window-sill and started toward the intruder, but the fellow was talking now, and he did not interrupt. 332 THE TURTLE MAKES A SPEECH "Lambkin! Lambkin!" wheezed the Turtle. "Ain t you hyeerd? I jest met the Shuffler, an he says he says the Whip ivill is dead! " Butternut had half-risen from his chair in his interest, but he at once resumed his sitting posture, and his brow clouded impatiently as he said: " Shucks, Mose. I thought you had some news." Then the Turtle screamed: " News! Gawd Almighty, Lambkin, if that ain t news to you, then all I kin say is, what you doin here with Cap n Kitty jest dyin fer love of you " The Lambkin was on his feet instantly, and had the Turtle by the shoulders, his heart beating wildly. "What s the matter with you, Mose? " And the Turtle saw that he knew what his friend did not; therefore he gabbled on with ecstatic defiance: " Nawthin s the matter with me ceptin I know a whole lot, an what I know best is that I wouldn t treat a coyote like you re a-treatin her! Reckon I wasn t at Jimsey s 333 BUTTERNUT JONES blow-out the night she fainted plumb cold after hearin o the Whip will Reddy Turns, drunker n a fool, blabbin on you to the whole gang! Reckon I didn t see her turn all white as a ghost w r hen she hyern you was a married man! An when I follered her to the house to tell her I d brought your dawg, didn t she turn all cold ag in when I said you was gone an that wooden-headed city feller tryin to do the soothin act an she wouldn t hev it at all ! Lambkin, you make me sick/ " Butternut, seeing there was no questioning this man s earnestness, as he listened to the broken words was at first stupefied, speech less, his surprised senses failing to compre hend, then gradually there warmed into his blood a tranquil song of delight. He felt his dead heart alive again with sudden fire, his pulses tingled with the vital glow of living, his whole figure vibrated with the immensity of his joy. Somewhere in his leaping brain a voice went singing a. strain the like of which he had never heard, but which is the Ian- guage of all Nature, the white rose of a nation s night. It seemed to be telling him that he was no longer the mere owner of a 334 THE TURTLE MAKES A SPEECH part of the town of Perry, but that he pos sessed the earth, and accordingly he went reaching for his property. Through the open windows came the autumn fragrance of the prairies, and the clarion sounds of industry spoke a new tongue to him. The clatter and call of the teamsters stacking lumber reached him in a voice he understood, the rhythmic noises of the hammer and the saw filled his soul with glad music, and even a puffing old engine in the railroad yard seemed to gather the burden of his song: She had loved him! 335 CHAPTER XXVI IN MISSOURI THE walls of the office of Mr. Carson Mills, realty and rental agent, Kansas City, bespoke plainly the nature of the negotiations there conducted. They were spotted with pictures of cities and sites, and suburban charts and maps, and the long counter was profusely strewn with catalogues, directories, and railroad folders. Mr. Mills, a middle-aged, quick-voiced man, with that geniality of expression which always goes with spectacles, sat alertly in his revolving-chair, and while he made some figures on a pad, conversed confidently with Mr. Richard Thorne, who had been so long one of his most valued patrons that their ac quaintance was a little more than a matter of mere business. Outside, as they talked, the hundred noises of an active city were a con stant discordant rumble. It was mid-after- 336 IN MISSOURI noon, when the sounds of traffic were highest, so that the two men were obliged to fre quently bend nearer each other in order to be heard. Thorne was with difficulty hiding an ex pression of being bored. It was always a torture for him to make these periodical visits to Mills, but he regarded it as a sort of necessity that he should once in a while pose as a man of business by way of retaining the agent s respect. Accordingly he was assum ing a vital interest in the remarks of that gentleman, who of course was shrewd enough to give no sign that he understood. " You say you have sold the Cawthorn property? " questioned the patron. " Yes, sir. You ll find it in my statement for the month." " Well, I wish you would apply the pro ceeds to improving the Huxley place. The tenant, I understand, is complaining." The last report of Mr. Mills showed that the Huxley house had been put in thorough repair, but the agent knew that his patron had not looked at the statement, and so he replied, airily: 337 BUTTERNUT JONES " All right, sir." After a few moments of similar discourse Mr. Mills tactfully turned the conversation to something more agreeable. " How are things at the bluff house? " he inquired, with a wink, Thome s special in terest in the Ramsgate residence being not unknown to the agent. Thome s passive face scarcely changed. The woman he thought he loved had at last promised to marry him, but that had been at least a week ago, and he had grown so used to the thought that it had become common place. With the flavor of uncertainty gone, he found the affair strangely lacking in ex citement. Still he was interested enough to have gone over this very afternoon and invited her to join his launch-party to-night, though he had not been consumed with regret when she declined. To the banter of the agent he replied, with just the glimmer of a smile: " The thing s settled at last." Mr. Mills, who had seen the announce ment in the papers, at once extended his hand with a beaming face, as if the intelligence were fresh to him : 338 IN MISSOURI "Well, I ll be quit-claimed! This is news! Accept my best, sir. I m devilish glad. When s she coming off? " " The twentieth, I believe. You re down for a card." " Thanks. Stupendously obliged, I m sure. James!" A young man with a green shade over his eyes, who had been diligently plugging on a typewriter at the front of the office, reached the counter by a squirrel-like movement, the quick eye of Mr. Mills having sighted a caller at the door a slender, well-dressed man, in whose bearing there was something which suggested his newness to the city, yet whose very suppleness of carriage and tran quil eye as he entered expressed his perfect assurance. He nodded civilly to the clerk, in a way which said that his business was with the proprietor, and leaning supinely against the counter sent a roving gaze over the maps on the wall. The Lambkin s days in the town of Perry had been few since the interesting disclosure of the Turtle had brought an abrupt change in all his fine gospels. With the knowledge 339 BUTTERNUT JONES that the Girl from Missouri had loved him, there was an even chance that she loved him still, much as she might have struggled to dis own it, and there had been something in this thought which caused him to promptly for give himself and to understand that while weaknesses in the eyes of good women are not commendable, there are some flaws in a man s conduct which a woman who loves him may be persuaded to overlook. However, his gaze was now centered lovingly on a map of Texas, and for the time he was keenly interested in real estate. It was a felicitous method of the resourceful agent to insert a tack in each locality where he was prepared to buy or sell, and the Lambkin s eye, following the line of the Southern Pacific westward to the Pecos, lit upon one of these indicators planted in the heart of Val Verde County. He was evidently in the right place. At the rear of the office there was a mo ment when the polite face of Dick Thorne seemed suddenly to have turned to bronze, but immediately he was himself again, and thankful for the providence which had placed him on his guard. While the clothes were 340 IN MISSOURI new, he had instantly recognized the familiar face and figure which, though attractions he had once praised, he now hated as intensely as his narrow nature would permit. Not, by any means, that they had lost color in his eyes, but merely because their possessor had once figured as the object of a devotion, from a certain quarter, of a quality that he had never been able to inspire. Why, confound it, but for the lucky circumstance of a pre vious complication, she would have married him! It was an insult. Of course she had finally gotten over it, but the sting was there. He began to take the innocent presence of the visitor at the counter as nothing less than a bit of personal impertinence which intensi fied the elation he had always felt in the cowboy s peculiar helplessness. As he strode from the office, his " business " ended, Butter nut greeted him with a breezy " Hello! " and was about to extend his hand, but as Thome s gaze was frozen on the door, while he gave no sign, the Lambkin turned at once to the counter, both the snub and the man forgotten instantly. The genial Mr. Mills waddled his fat BUTTERNUT JONES legs along the inner side of the railing, and beamed commercially on the newcomer. " Buying or selling, sir? " " Why," said the Lambkin, his gaze again on Val Verde County, " I was thinkin o takin that ranch off your hands, but I notice you ve got it nailed." The broadening smile of the agent became less commercial. Here was a man of such contrast to the one who had just left him as to delight his soul. " Staked, sir staked is the word. Noth ing in this office is nailed." It required very few moments for him to understand that his caller meant business, and he thereupon for a quarter of an hour wagged an eloquent tongue in behalf of the attractions of the property in question. And though he told many wonderful lies in support of his claims and got his localities sadly mixed (not limiting his range to things on the map), the mild-mannered Lambkin murmured never a word of dissent, but viewed him with an in terest so transfixed that the agent experienced a pleasant thrill at his own powers. " The finest grazing section in all Texas, 342 IN MISSOURI sir less than twenty miles from the rail road to say nothing of her incomparable water facilities Devil s River touching her at four points " " Must have twisted round considerably," thought the Lambkin. Still the interest in his eye never flagged, for though he had no intention of closing with the agent, he did want other information. " Now the senator told me " he began, reflectively. "The senator! You know Mr. Rams- gate?" " Oh, quite well. Don t he ever come home these days? " His tone indicated that one of the strong est reasons for his presence in the city was the hope that he might find the senator at home. " Never, sir. Sticks to Washington like a leech. Well, I ll be quit-claimed! Never suspected you knew them. Been over to the house?" " Why, no if they re not at home " " Oh, his niece is there, and I guess she s having a lonesome time of it, for the old 343 BUTTERNUT JONES lady s away, too." And he added, with a wink of cordiality, for he was singularly drawn to this man, " her fiance won t bother you, either he s off fixing for a boat-party. Ha! ha!" His gaze was carelessly in another quar ter, as a man s gaze naturally travels when he laughs, so he did not see the instant s pallor of the Lambkin s face. " Her fiance?" " Yes, the guy that snubbed you. It s in the papers. All set for the twentieth." The blow would have been less vicious, of course, if he had been in any degree expect ing it; but since the night at the Upper Ford, when the key to the secret places of her na ture seemed to have been given him, he had never found it possible to regard Thorne as an obstacle. Through all the hopes and fears accompanying his swift journey to Missouri, following the speech of Turtle Mose, the cry of his heart had been, Will she let me see her? Will she forgive me? Can I make her love me? " the background of his mind holding no shadow of a man of fashion. But now there flashed home to him the utter rea- 344 IN MISSOURI sonableness, the perfect naturalness of a turn in Thome s favor. She had had her day of loving fantoms, and it was not surprising that she should adopt a liberal view toward a tangible and healthy object, who could not only at all times keep his best foot foremost, but who had not married a Whippoorwill especially considering that loneliness with old age is not the violent desire of youth. Accordingly, at the careless words of Mr. Mills, the Lambkin turned cold to the -scalp, that steadiness of nerve so strong a factor of his nature almost forsaking him. It was like the snapping of the final strand in his rope of hope. An instant the surrounding furni ture seemed bobbing like things afloat, and the charts and pictures on the wall became a procession of grimacing dervishes dancing in time to the din in the street. But after that first flash of pallor, unnoticed by the agent, the woe of his heart was shown not in his face. His eye held nothing more than a light of quizzical surprise, and his voice was even and serene as he said: "That so? Then I reckon I had better offer congratulations. So, if you ll just let 23 345 BUTTERNUT JONES our trade go till to-morrow, I ll wander over to the house. They haven t moved lately, have they? " " No. Quickest way is to keep right out the avenue till you strike the boulevard, where you ll see the place on the bluff just across the bridge. You ll know it easy a yellow house with a cupola." The Lambkin thanked him, laid his card on the counter, and strolled into the street. But instead of following the avenue, he walked aimlessly in another direction. His mind was revolving confusedly. The noises of the streets to his throbbing brain were like a hundred tumults, but he was heedless to passing vehicles and men. Since the revela tion of the Turtle he had given his long-re strained ardor a free rein, that lamblike as surance which was his by nature making him feel that he had merely to journey to his re ward. To have the folly of his faith then brought home to him was an experience which in bitterness was equaled by nothing on the calendar of his past. Slowly, listlessly, he wandered twice around a square, and once he entered a door guarded by a wooden In- 346 IN MISSOURI dian, but though he was smoking when he came out he was not conscious of it. So his last wild hope had come to this! And after the speech of the Turtle had lifted him so high, it was hard, so hard to fall! He looked forward into the years and saw a desolate world through which he must journey joyless, with no buoy-lights for his heart s rest and for his lonely feet a forgotten, unblazed trail. By that reflex mind-action whose faculty is always to present pictures contrary to our moods, he found himself recalling those de lights of his childhood which were most mem orable his first sight of a steamboat, for ex ample, or certain days of splendor in his home village days of barbecues and circuses, of glittering tin pageants. From time to time he paused at the intersection of a street run ning toward the river, and sent a piteous eye beyond the sky of windows and roofs and telegraph wires to where he knew she lived. He thought of the day she had come into his cabin, filling the room and his heart with joy of the lovable grace with which she sat a horse of the countless ways which made her dear to him. 347 BUTTERNUT JONES " If I could see her without frightening her," he mused hopefully, " I reckon there d be a chance in a hundred. But, by God! they ve set the day! " As that thought would flash over him it would leave him beaten and crushed, and he would resolve to find his hotel and quit the town at once. He would go back to Okla homa and resume the old business of losing himself he would work and forget. But each time he moved in this direction a voice in his heart would stop him before he had traversed a square. Must he consider himself alone? Must he not consider her, and while there was a possibility of her deceiving her self into marrying a worthless man, was it not the part of gallantry and honor for him to intercede to risk humiliation for her sake? Bosh! On what sort of a pinnacle was he putting himself? Maybe she had never cared for him! Maybe the Turtle had been blind! Or if she had, it was likely she had dutifully forgotten it so why confront her like a ghost? He wheeled resolutely for the last time and strode toward his hotel, determined not 348 IN MISSOURI to change his mind again, but to keep to the course he knew was best. But always in his heart a voice kept saying: " A hundredth chance a hundredth chance!" 349 CHAPTER XXVII BALANCE ALL THE surroundings of the yellow house on the bluff presented nothing more than the everlasting sameness common to the tastes of rich men. The yard held the usual number of diagrams in color, two shaped like an " S," an anchor and a star; there was the fountain playing with the same old constancy, and there was Venus on one leg, beckoning to the postman. In a corner room, up-stairs, Catherine was dividing her time between nervously finger ing the various articles within her reach and periodically visiting the window to listlessly view the ebbing waters of the Missouri. Her declination of Richard s invitation she knew had not been due to any lack of consideration for him; she was simply in one of her nature- saddened moods when society irritated her. Such hours were new to Catherine, and she 350 BALANCE ALL had not yet learned the best way to get through them. She opened book after book, but it was life, not books, she wanted. She tried letter- writing, seeking to bring herself closer to the few friends she valued, but the cold blue paper and unfeeling slanting scratches failed to give back the warm human response for which she hungered. Again she went to the window, her eye dropping from ledge to ledge, and down to the yellow waters, whose smooth flow seemed to bear her instantly to a narrower and redder stream winding remotely below a higher bluff, with the mountains beyond it, and along which spiritedly rode a girl too happy and in terested in all things to suspect that life could know the emptiness of the present hour. Then another horse cantered beside hers, and a gen tle face, with humor like a sun tempering its gravity, was turned to her own with a look that surely bespoke the innocence and sin cerity of an untainted heart. And then always at last rose the contradictory picture of a ribald cowboy (she had apparently learned to forget his name, for always in her BUTTERNUT JONES memory he was " the cowboy") wooing a tavern wench, with horror-striking details that made her shrink and curtain the eye of mind to open it again on the only world that could ever be hers, the world of Richard Thorne. Heaven help her to be loyal to her new obligations, and teach these ghosts that would come in spite of her to know their time and place. With this prayer in mind she turned from the window with an outward briskness and determination apparently cor responding to some resolution within, and go ing to her desk wrote a note to Richard, say ing that she had reconsidered and would be glad to join the boating-party. As she dropped the pen at the end, the door-bell rang. " A Mr. Phillips, mum," said the maid. " Come to see about the ranch. Says the agent couldn t answer his questions. Showed him in the drawin -room, mum." Catherine, leaving the unsealed note on her desk, descended the stair with something like a living interest at her heart. She would hurry this interview to an end that she might the earlier prepare for the evening s enjoy- 352 BALANCE ALL ment. Society sometimes was not wholly dis tasteful, and certainly Richard was not always tiresome. She would learn to like both even more, and life, perhaps, would yet afford her a fair measure of content. As she entered the room, a man who had been standing in shadow took a single step toward her, the action bringing him fair into the light. An instant she was in doubt whether to credit her sight, then, with a frightened gasp, would have turned to fly had not her astonishment held her powerless. Before her, tall, tranquil, always gentle, stood the cowboy! He was slightly pale, but the fractional impression of the old assuring smile as he looked at her, as well as the confident bear ing of his whole figure bent a little forward in a respectful half-bow confirmed the truth that, whatever were his emotions, he could always be self-possessed. She shrank back with a little alarmed cry, but instantly there was that in his eye, a light of pained surprise, which filled her with burning self-reproach. She had nothing to fear from this man, who could never pre- 353 BUTTERNUT JONES sume, never be familiar, or, above all, at such a time take advantage of a previous relation ship. " Mr. Phillips!" she cried at last, seek ing relief in an assumption of resentment. His smile broadened just perceptibly enough to show that he sought to reassure her, then he spoke, in his unvaryingly tran quil voice : " Miss Thurston, I believe. I ll bet forty dollars you weren t lookin for me!" There was not the slightest eagerness in his speech, but then he could be amazingly cordial while imparting to his level tones nothing more than the courteously deferen tial. She felt a quality in his voice that seemed to bespeak the perfect security with which she might offer him her hand, and it brought a strange tremor of peace to her heart. "Won t you sit down?" she asked, hos pitably, motioning to a chair by the river window, but he went and stood by it instead. Then instantly her fright leaped to the sur face again, and she faltered: "You you came to to " 354 BALANCE ALL " I came after Boodler, ma am." Divine Lambkin! Who could fail to be at ease in your wonderful presence? He had come to tell her of his love, to tell her of the Whip poo rwill, but he was not the man to touch upon the language of his heart until he had made her smile. And then he would do so gradually oh, so gently, and with such diabolical craft that she would never know that he was conscious of her disadvantage. " Boodler is not here/ she said, and she was smiling now. " I left him with Jimsey." "Yes? I m glad o that. He ll be on hand then when I go down. Fine view you have here." He looked across the river at the sunset, then leaning from the window sent an admiring eye up and down the muddy Missouri. " Mighty bold stream, isn t she? Bigger than the Pecos; but don t you miss the mountains? " Tender spot, Lambkin, the Pecos, for there lies the River Road where love first dawned ! "I do, indeed," she said; "but we can t have all we want. It pleases my uncle to sell the place." 355 BUTTERNUT JONES He inferred from this that it did not please her, and rejoiced in consequence. " I m glad you still like the mountains. I hope none of them will have moved away when I get back." The air held a feeling in perfect keeping with the sentiment which now overflowed his soul, the noises of the city being just remote enough to emphasize the quiet of the hour. Softly through the evening came the whirr of distant vehicles, and the melancholy drone of an electric reached him like a song of sweetness. She thought it wiser not to show that she had noticed the dangerous trend of his last speech. " You are really going back, then? " " Yes m if we can make a trade." " You have some one in mind who might buy the place? " " I was thinkin of takin it myself," he drawled. She did not know for an instant whether to take him seriously, this being one of the ways in which he had always been too much for her; then something seemed to tell her that he was in earnest. 356 BALANCE ALL " Thinking of taking it yourself! " she re peated, bewilderedly, and he could not resist the impulse to prolong her astonishment. " You haven t any objections, I hope? " " Why, no of course not " she stam mered, blushingly. " But I I well I had never supposed that you were a wealthy man." His serene face was changeless as he said: " Oh, it doesn t take a very wealthy man to buy a place like the Twin Bar. You see, it s roily and quite rocky in places, and really isn t so very rich in valley-land. Your price can t be much over fifty thousand? " Then the helpless embarrassment in her face smote his conscience. " You re quite right," he said, and she de tected a touch of tenderness in his voice. " I <was poor in those days so poor that I could scarcely have bought a dozen cows. But I hope you ll sell me the Twin Bar to-day." He laid a little emphasis on the familiar name, and being a woman, however high her fears ran, she could not forbear asking: " Why the Twin Bar especially? Are there not many ranches quite as good? " 357 BUTTERNUT JONES " Possibly, for the mere business of rais ing stock. But, you see, I m a man of some sentiment, and things have happened there which make it of particular value to me." He was speaking earnestly now, while he looked away from her through the window. He might have made a direct appeal on first entering the house, but now his thoughts were dancing ungovernably instead of marching along in the order he had planned, and an instant he trembled in the fear that his com ing might be nothing more than utter useless- ness utter madness. Then a word came to save him truth. He was there to speak the truth and make it clear, and he would forget everything else in the effort. That thought would be the shore-light by which he would swim. She listened in an attitude non-com mittal, neither encouraging nor discouraging, but she was intent and conscious of no sound save the soft retrospective voice of the man before her. " I suppose," he was saying, and his heart was talking now, " there are times when the gentlest natures must risk causing pain to a woman. While my purpose here is to buy 358 BALANCE ALL the Twin Bar, there is something on another subject I would say to you." " Perhaps I know," she said, softly, with pity that would have spared him. " If you do, then I am hopeless; but there must be no doubt. You ve seen an old house torn down its foundations laid open, the cel lars and groundways uncovered, the hearth- places where the family sat and whispered things not meant for the world all bare and gaping up. No pretty windows or vines, or paint or red roof, but just the things they were meant to hide. That is what you will have to look at in me now. I ll hide nothing, for I can t, and I reckon you ll believe me? " She thought she said " Yes," but her lips moved silently. The hour deepened unno- ticeably into twilight, and neither heard the muffled sounds of the city, the distant moan of the vehicles, or the cries of the boatmen on the river. " I knew you would I counted on that. But what you think is different. I suppose I ought to begin before I was born, but I won t take up your time that way. I have told you something about my mother, and 359 BUTTERNUT JONES how she was delicate and gentle, and little and pretty, with a head full of poetry and a heart full of love, and how my father was rough and brave, but gentle, too, or he could not have worshiped her and laid down his life for her, for that s what it came to in the end though I m not going to bother you with that. But I want to say that I didn t get any meanness from them, and if I ve got any it just came by itself. But I did get notions and fancies, I reckon, that don t go well with bankin and storekeepin and cow-punchin, and other things that folks have to spend a good deal of time at in this world. . . . Up to the time I was twenty I knew only one woman well enough to call friend, and that was my mother. At the schools I went to before she got too sick for me to leave her I never played with the girls, partly because I was shy and partly because I couldn t feel it was right for just an ordinary boy to be talkin to angels. You see, I began by bein a fool, and I didn t end up much better. My mother was always talkin about beauty and truth and poetry and love, till I believed that was what the world was made of. She was a pure 360 BALANCE ALL being of perfect light, and while she lived she filled the world for me. . . . I m not tellin you this to excuse myself in any way, but because it is so, and I want you to know from the beginning. When she died there was about enough left to keep me at college for the first year, and I worked out the others. It kept me pretty busy, because I had lots to make up. Most of what I knew didn t count there it was such a different sort. Well, I wore so thin from so much study and want of sleep that the doctor finally said I d have to clear out, so I started for the Pecos coun try. All this time I had no women friends, which is what I m coming to. The Pecos boys called me green, which I reckon I was, and not wishin to appear unsociable or afraid to follow where they led, I began to ride over to the Sable Serpent." She gave a little shudder, and slipped helplessly down in the chair by which she stood. He was still standing away from her, while he gazed steadily through the opea window. " As I ve told you, when I was a boy I held aloof from women, thinkin they were 24 361 BUTTERNUT JONES just noble creatures God had put in the world for men to wonder at. But one day I began to understand what my mother had been to my father, and to realize that some day one of those wonderful creatures would come into my life and be everything that my mother was, except that she would be young and could trip about and go everywhere with me. I then began to look at women with a distant, critic s eye, and to say that she must not be like this one or that one, but at last I left off wondering and trying to paint her to my soul, and was content just to believe that she would be the crown and glory of my life. Finally I didn t care to look at women any more, for I was waitin for her. That was the way I felt when I began to go to the Sable Serpent. And there I met a woman and this is what you may not understand, for I don t think I under stand it myself. I knew she was not the one, but she was pretty as night when all the stars are on parade, and though she laughed and talked high with the others she was always sweet and gentle with me, and would touch my sleeve so lady-like and say she felt that I respected her, and that the worst woman in 362 BALANCE ALL the world could save her soul if all men were like me. When she would say that, and look at me with the tears ready to start, and a sort of clutchin at her throat, my head would swim and I would feel like takin her in my arms and runnin away where she would be safe. I told her that if she would leave the place I would protect her, but she said that couldn t be unless I married her, for the world would still think she wasn t respect able. But I m not excusin myself. Maybe it was her black hair and eyes and pink cheeks that had most to do with it. Maybe I was glad of a chance just then to give up the dream-woman for the real one. Months and years are very long to the young, especial ly when they re waitin and waitin for some- thin that don t come, and feel that they can t begin to live till it does come. ... I married her, but I reckon you ll believe me when I say that she was never any more to me than the incarnation of a great folly." He paused, as if the bitterness of his words made it impossible for him to speak, his eyes still fixed on the window instead of the motionless woman beside him. 3 6 3 BUTTERNUT JONES " You you left her? " "I would not put it in that way. When her nature was revealed to me we could not do other than part. But, as I said, I m not ex- cusin myself. When I was untrue to my ideal I was untrue to you, and the fact that I didn t meet you till afterward don t make the sin against you any less." She leaned forward so silently that he, not looking, did not know that she had moved. Her voice to him seemed dead and unvibrant. In reality it was weighed down by crushed and overmuch feeling. " You saw her afterward? " " For a moment at a distance the day she died." She leaned back with a sound like a moan, and said nothing, and he welcomed a little silence. When at last she spoke it was in a whisper: "She is dead!" He did not hear her. " I was beginning to get easy," he went on, " and accustomed to the ropes when you came, and I knew I had to take my turn in the ring again. I had played the clown be- 3 6 4 BALANCE ALL fore, but this time I was to ride wild horses. The night of the dance at Green Fork the night we crossed the Upper Ford I had to pull like Samson to keep out of the ditch. God! If I could have spoken then you would have heard a heart! . . . Yes, the wild horses were plungin their maddest that night. . . . But I managed it. ... I reckon you ll admit that I managed it." Again he paused, the intensity of feeling produced by recollection leaving him voice^ less, while the burning power of his passion ate words made her heart stand still. " The mere death of the woman," he re sumed, in a voice so low as to have been in distinct to a listener less intent, " I know can mean nothing. It is what I have done that counts with women like you. . . . But though life without you is life without breath, though my world without you is a world with out light, I shall try to do something besides wait for death. I have learned better than to make pictures out of a world where hearts beat, blood flows, and women weep. Doing is better than dying, and I ll try to get through in a way that won t shame the man you looked BUTTERNUT JONES at once. Of course you do not know how I love you and it s beyond my expression to tell you or you would never ask why I want to buy the Twin Bar. It is for a stronger rea son than cattle-raising. The one woman I love, and will always love, I met there, and since she is forever lost to me it would please me to own the place where she once lived and rode and laughed where I even sometimes rode beside her and, smothering the ache in my heart, laughed with her while I told her stories of the mountains. There are so many paths there she loved to travel, so many spots she loved to frequent. . . . Juno s Canon and Painted Mountain are there the old Piney Trail crosses the place the River Road touches it Catherine! " As he wheeled from the window there was no questioning the sob which shook the shrinking woman beside him. Her whole form was quivering with the emotion she sought vainly to suppress. Nor could there be any mistaking the deep joy-light in her swimming eyes as she half rose and swayed impulsively, helplessly toward him. " I I forgive you " 366 BALANCE ALL In an instant she was in his arms, and the gentle Lambkin was at peace. The hour was late for a man on a busi ness call, but he made no move to go. He preferred and it suited her to sit musingly by the window and watch the lights of the pleasure-boats on the river. There was quite a throng of them, for these were the closing days of the launching season. " I believe you knew I loved you," she said, in sudden accusation, and though it was good to have him ease his conscience, she could have choked him when he replied serenely: " Of course. You don t suppose I could have talked like that if I hadn t known?" Merrily upward to their window rose the nautical cries of the boatmen and the laugh ter and song of the pleasure-seekers. The launch of " Captain " Dick Thorne, gay with her many-colored deck-lights, presently came puffing down, her lively passengers filling the night with mirth. " There s a man on that launch I might have married," she said. 367 BUTTERNUT JONES "Yes!" he mildly interjected. " He seems to be having a good time That for you?" The winding note of a horn had suddenly come up to them. Captain Thorne, when un accompanied by his lady-love, in passing the house on the bluff never failed to stand prominently on deck and give a gallant sa lute, and he seemed to be especially vigorous this evening. " Yes, it s his signal. I sometimes answer him with this." She took from the wall beside her a pretty, gold-trimmed instrument, a present from Captain Thorne for this very purpose. Now, by all the gods, Lambkin, you are not going to blow it! But he did. He took it from her gently and blew a long, ecstatic note. Some three weeks later a swarthy man with a vicious eye rode into the confines of the Twin Bar ranch, Val Verde County, Texas, and handed a letter to Mr. J. Jimsey, Foreman, whose gradual metamorphosis of expression as he read was but little more of a spectacle than the gleefully distorted fea- 368 BALANCE ALL tures of the messenger. It required a little time for him to grasp all the missive said, and a little longer for him to gather the proper amount of faith, but when, after re peated scrutinizations of the bold, familiar hand, alternated with wondering glances at the enraptured Turtle, now filling the air with corroboration more graphic than ele gant, the foreman realized that this was true, his behavior was like unto seven miracles, his chief desire seemingly being to defy gravity and rise and ride in the air like a balloon. Indeed, it was not until the Turtle took him violently in hand, and, stretching him pros trate, sat resolutely upon his person, that he became rational and coherent. For this is what he had read: PERRY, OKLAHOMA, November 2Otb. " MY DEAR JIMSEY: This will be handed you by Mr. Turtle Mose, who will under take to enlighten you upon any details about which you may be curious, and which I have not the time to make clear at this writing. Having bought the Twin Bar, I wish to say that you will in future take your orders from me, though this may not be very agreeable 3 6 9 BUTTERNUT JONES news. If you will recall a recent moonlight incident in Clover Gulch, near Panther Ford, in which, owing to a very natural mistake, I was intolerably embarrassed, and which you lost no time in mentioning to every man and woman in Texas, you will understand that you have little to expect from me. " As it will probably take all winter to satisfactorily dispose of my interests here, I shall not be down until the spring months, and meanwhile you will report to me fully once a week. " Captain Kitty, who for nearly a week now has been Mrs. Jones, tells me that you are taking good care of Adjutant Snuffles, which, I am sure, does you much credit. I wish at your first opportunity you would move Bismarck and Terrapin over, also get my books and put them in the east room up-stairs. Tell Scotty that if he has dog-eared my Lorna Doone he can expect a whalin from me along about April. " Tell all the boys we are coming. " BUTTERNUT JONES." FINIS (4 ) 37 A NOVEL OF REAL IMPORTANCE. The Law of Life. By ANNA McCLURE SHOLL. i2mo. Cloth, $1.50. This remarkable novel presents an entirely new and a very enter taining feature of American national and social development. Miss Shell has sought her inspiration in the life and interests of a large University, as that life is felt and known from the faculty and post graduate standpoints. The author has brought to this fascinating and unfamiliar subject a close personal knowledge and an enthusiastic appreciation of its possibilities for literary purposes. " The book is exceptionally interesting. ... A genuine touch of dramatic power." Harry Th^lrston Peck. " An impassioned romance, told with admirable balance ; absorb ingly interesting and one of the most vital novels of the day." Lillian Whiting in the Chicago Inter-Ocean. 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