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diff --git a/12192-h/12192-h.htm b/12192-h/12192-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6a87524 --- /dev/null +++ b/12192-h/12192-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,5392 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" + "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> +<head> +<meta name="generator" content= +"HTML Tidy for Solaris (vers 1st October 2003), see www.w3.org" /> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content= +"text/html; charset=UTF-8" /> +<title>The Long Shadow.</title> + +<style type="text/css"> +/*<![CDATA[*/ + + <!-- + body {margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%;} + p {text-align: justify;} + h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 {text-align: center;} + + hr {text-align: center; width: 50%;} + html>body hr {margin-right: 25%; margin-left: 25%; width: 50%;} + + .poem + {margin-left:10%; margin-right:10%; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;} + .poem .stanza {margin: 1em 0em 1em 0em;} + .poem p {margin: 0; padding-left: 3em; text-indent: -3em;} + .poem p.i4 {margin-left: 2em;} + + .figure + {padding: 1em; margin: 0; text-align: center; font-size: 0.8em; margin: auto;} + .figure img + {border: none;} + --> +/*]]>*/ +</style> +</head> +<body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 12192 ***</div> + +<h1>THE LONG SHADOW</h1> +<h2>BY B.M. BOWER</h2> +<h2>(B.M. SINCLAIR)</h2> +<h3>ILLUSTRATIONS BY CLARENCE ROWE</h3> +<h3>COPYRIGHT, 1908</h3> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>TO THOSE</p> +<p class="i4">WHO HAVE WATCHED THE SHADOW FALL</p> +<p class="i4">UPON THE RANGE.</p> +</div> +</div> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> +<p>I Charming Billy Has a Visitor</p> +<p>II Prune Pie and Coon-can</p> +<p>III Charming Billy Has a Fight</p> +<p>IV Canned</p> +<p>V The Man From Michigan</p> +<p>VI "That's My Dill Pickle!"</p> +<p>VII "Till Hell's a Skating-rink"</p> +<p>VIII Just a Day-dream</p> +<p>IX The "Double-Crank"</p> +<p>X The Day We Celebrate</p> +<p>XI "When I Lift My Eyebrows This Way"</p> +<p>XII Dilly Hires a Cook</p> +<p>XIII Billy Meets the Pilgrim</p> +<p>XIV A Winter at the Double-Crank</p> +<p>XV The Shadow Falls Lightly</p> +<p>XVI Self-Defense</p> +<p>XVII The Shadow Darkens</p> +<p>XVIII When the North Wind Blows</p> +<p>XIX "I'm Not Your Wife Yet!"</p> +<p>XX The Shadow Lies Long</p> +<p>XXI The End of the Double-Crank</p> +<p>XXII Settled In Full</p> +<p>XXIII "Oh, Where Have You Been, Charming Billy?"</p> +<h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<p>"I'll leave you this, you'll feel safer if you have a gun"</p> +<p>"Hands off that long person! That there's <i>my</i> dill +pickle"</p> +<p>"We—we're 'up against it,' as fellows say"</p> +<p>For every sentence a stinging blow with the flat of his hand</p> +<div class="figure" style="width:70%;"><a href= +"images/lsfront.jpg"><img width="100%" src="images/lsfront.jpg" +alt="" /></a></div> +<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2> +<h3><i>Charming Billy Has a Visitor.</i></h3> +<p>The wind, rising again as the sun went down, mourned lonesomely +at the northwest corner of the cabin, as if it felt the +desolateness of the barren, icy hills and the black hollows +between, and of the angry red sky with its purple shadows lowering +over the unhappy land—and would make fickle friendship with +some human thing. Charming Billy, hearing the crooning wail of it, +knew well the portent and sighed. Perhaps he, too, felt something +of the desolateness without and perhaps he, too, longed for some +human companionship.</p> +<p>He sent a glance of half-conscious disapproval around the untidy +cabin. He had been dreaming aimlessly of a place he had seen not so +long ago; a place where the stove was black and shining, with a +fire crackling cheeringly inside and a teakettle with straight, +unmarred spout and dependable handle singing placidly to itself and +puffing steam with an air of lazy comfort, as if it were smoking a +cigarette. The stove had stood in the southwest corner of the room, +and the room was warm with the heat of it; and the floor was white +and had a strip of rag carpet reaching from the table to a corner +of the stove. There was a red cloth with knotted fringe on the +table, and a bed in another corner had a red-and-white patchwork +spread and puffy white pillows. There had been a woman—but +Charming Billy shut his eyes, mentally, to the woman, because he +was not accustomed to them and he was not at all sure that he +wanted to be accustomed; they did not fit in with the life he +lived. He felt dimly that, in a way, they were like the heaven his +mother had taught him—altogether perfect and altogether +unattainable and not to be thought of with any degree of +familiarity. So his memory of the woman was indistinct, as of +something which did not properly belong to the picture. He clung +instead to the memory of the warm stove, and the strip of carpet, +and the table with the red cloth, and to the puffy, white pillows +on the bed.</p> +<p>The wind mourned again insistently at the corner. Billy lifted +his head and looked once more around the cabin. The reality was +depressing—doubly depressing in contrast to the memory of +that other room. A stove stood in the southwest corner, but it was +not black and shining; it was rust-red and ash-littered, and the +ashes had overflowed the hearth and spilled to the unswept floor. A +dented lard-pail without a handle did meagre duty as a teakettle, +and balanced upon a corner of the stove was a dirty frying pan. The +fire had gone dead and the room was chill with the rising of the +wind. The table was filled with empty cans and tin plates and +cracked, oven-stained bowls and iron-handled knives and forks, and +the bunk in the corner was a tumble of gray blankets and +unpleasant, red-flowered comforts—corner-wads, Charming Billy +was used to calling them—and for pillows there were two +square, calico-covered cushions, depressingly ugly in pattern and +not over-clean.</p> +<p>Billy sighed again, threaded a needle with coarse, black thread +and attacked petulantly a long rent in his coat. "Darn this +bushwhacking all over God's earth after a horse a man can't stay +with, nor even hold by the bridle reins," he complained +dispiritedly. "I could uh cleaned the blamed shack up so it would +look like folks was living here—and I woulda, if I didn't +have to set all day and toggle up the places in my +clothes"—Billy muttered incoherently over a knot in his +thread. "I've been plumb puzzled, all winter, to know whether it's +man or cattle I'm supposed to chappyrone. If it's man, this coat +has sure got the marks uh the trade, all right." He drew the needle +spitefully through the cloth.</p> +<p>The wind gathered breath and swooped down upon the cabin so that +Billy felt the jar of it. "I don't see what's got the matter of the +weather," he grumbled. "Yuh just get a chinook that starts water +running down the coulées, and then the wind switches and she +freezes up solid—and that means tailing-up poor cows and +calves by the dozen—and for your side-partner yuh get dealt +out to yuh a pilgrim that don't know nothing and can't ride a wagon +seat, hardly, and that's bound to keep a <i>dawg</i>! And the Old +Man stands for that kind uh thing and has forbid accidents +happening to it—oh, hell!"</p> +<p>This last was inspired by a wriggling movement under the bunk. A +black dog, of the apologetic drooping sort that always has its tail +sagging and matted with burrs, crawled out and sidled past Billy +with a deprecating wag or two when he caught his unfriendly glance, +and shambled over to the door that he might sniff suspiciously the +cold air coming in through the crack beneath.</p> +<p>Billy eyed him malevolently. "A dog in a line-camp is a plumb +disgrace! I don't see why the Old Man stands for it—or the +Pilgrim, either; it's a toss-up which is the worst. Yuh smell him +coming, do yuh?" he snarled. "It's about <i>time</i> he was +coming—me here eating dried apricots and tapioca steady diet +(nobody but a pilgrim would fetch tapioca into a line-camp, and if +he does it again you'll sure be missing the only friend yuh got) +and him gone four days when he'd oughta been back the second. Get +out and welcome him, darn yuh!" He gathered the coat under one arm +that he might open the door, and hurried the dog outside with a +threatening boot toe. The wind whipped his brown cheeks so that he +closed the door hastily and retired to the cheerless shelter of the +cabin.</p> +<p>"Another blizzard coming, if I know the signs. And if the +Pilgrim don't show up to-night with the grub and tobacco—But +I reckon the dawg smelt him coming, all right." He fingered +uncertainly a very flabby tobacco sack, grew suddenly reckless and +made himself an exceedingly thin cigarette with the remaining +crumbs of tobacco and what little he could glean from the pockets +of the coat he was mending. Surely, the Pilgrim would remember his +tobacco! Incapable as he was, he could scarcely forget that, after +the extreme emphasis Charming Billy had laid upon the getting, and +the penalties attached to its oversight.</p> +<p>Outside, the dog was barking spasmodically; but Billy, being a +product of the cattle industry pure and simple, knew not the way of +dogs. He took it for granted that the Pilgrim was arriving with the +grub, though he was too disgusted with his delay to go out and make +sure. Dogs always barked at everything impartially—when they +were not gnawing surreptitiously at bones or snooping in corners +for scraps, or planting themselves deliberately upon your clothes. +Even when the noise subsided to throaty growls he failed to +recognize the symptoms; he was taking long, rapturous mouthfuls of +smoke and gazing dreamily at his coat, for it was his first +cigarette since yesterday.</p> +<p>When some one rapped lightly he jumped, although he was not a +man who owned unsteady nerves. It was very unusual, that light +tapping. When any one wanted to come in he always opened the door +without further ceremony. Still, there was no telling what strange +freak might impel the Pilgrim—he who insisted on keeping a +dog in a line-camp!—so Billy recovered himself and called out +impatiently: "Aw, come on in! Don't be a plumb fool," and never +moved from his place.</p> +<p>The door opened queerly; slowly, and with a timidity not at all +in keeping with the blundering assertiveness of the Pilgrim. When a +young woman showed for a moment against the bleak twilight and then +stepped inside, Charming Billy caught at the table for support, and +the coat he was holding dropped to the floor. He did not say a +word: he just stared.</p> +<p>The girl closed the door behind her with something of defiance, +that did not in the least impose upon one. "Good evening," she said +briskly, though even in his chaotic state of mind Billy felt the +tremble in her voice. "It's rather late for making calls, +but—" She stopped and caught her breath nervously, as if she +found it impossible to go on being brisk and at ease. "I was +riding, and my horse slipped and hurt himself so he couldn't walk, +and I saw this cabin from up on the hill over there. So I came +here, because it was so far home—and I +thought—maybe—" She looked with big, appealing brown +eyes at Billy, who felt himself a brute without in the least +knowing why. "I'm Flora Bridger; you know, my father has taken up a +ranch over on Shell Creek, and—"</p> +<p>"I'm very glad to meet you," said Charming Billy stammeringly. +"Won't you sit down? I—I wish I'd known company was coming." +He smiled reassuringly, and then glanced frowningly around the +cabin. Even for a line-camp, he told himself disgustedly, it was +"pretty sousy." "You must be cold," he added, seeing her glance +toward the stove. "I'll have a fire going right away; I've been +pretty busy and just let things slide." He threw the un-smoked half +of his cigarette into the ashes and felt not a quiver of regret. He +knew who she was, now; she was the daughter he had heard about, and +who belonged to the place where the stove was black and shining and +the table had a red cloth with knotted fringe. It must have been +her mother whom he had seen there—but she had looked very +young to be mother of a young lady.</p> +<p>Charming Billy brought himself rigidly to consider the duties of +a host; swept his arm across a bench to clear it of sundry man +garments, and asked her again to sit down. When she did so, he saw +that her fingers were clasped tightly to hold her from shivering, +and he raved inwardly at his shiftlessness the while he hurried to +light a fire in the stove.</p> +<p>"Too bad your horse fell," he remarked stupidly, gathering up +the handful of shavings he had whittled from a piece of pine board. +"I always hate to see a horse get hurt." It was not what he had +wanted to say, but he could not seem to put just the right thing +into words. What he wanted was to make her feel that there was +nothing out of the ordinary in her being there, and that he was +helpful and sympathetic without being in the least surprised. In +all his life on the range he had never had a young woman walk into +a line-camp at dusk—a strange young woman who tried pitifully +to be at ease and whose eyes gave the lie to her manner—and +he groped confusedly for just the right way in which to meet the +situation.</p> +<p>"I know your father," he said, fanning a tiny blaze among the +shavings with his hat, which had been on his head until he +remembered and removed it in deference to her presence. "But I +ain't a very good neighbor, I guess; I never seem to have time to +be sociable. It's lucky your horse fell close enough so yuh could +walk in to camp; I've had that happen to me more than once, and it +ain't never pleasant—but it's worse when there ain't any camp +to walk to. I've had that happen, too."</p> +<p>The fire was snapping by then, and manlike he swept the ashes to +the floor. The girl watched him, politely disapproving. "I don't +want to be a trouble," she said, with less of constraint; for +Charming Billy, whether he knew it or not, had reassured her +immensely. "I know men hate to cook, so when I get warm, and the +water is hot, I'll cook supper for you," she offered. "And then I +won't mind having you help me to get home."</p> +<p>"I guess it won't be any trouble—but I don't mind cooking. +You—you better set still and rest," murmured Charming Billy, +quite red. Of course, she would want supper—and there were +dried apricots, and a very little tapioca! He felt viciously that +he could kill the Pilgrim and be glad. The Pilgrim was already two +days late with the supplies he had been sent after because he was +not to be trusted with the duties pertaining to a +line-camp—and Billy had not the wide charity that could +conjure excuses for the delinquent.</p> +<p>"I'll let you wash the dishes," promised Miss Bridger +generously. "But I'll cook the supper—really, I want to, you +know. I won't say I'm not hungry, because I am. This Western air +does give one <i>such</i> an appetite, doesn't it? And then I +walked miles, it seems to me; so that ought to be an excuse, +oughtn't it? Now, if you'll show me where the coffee is—"</p> +<p>She had risen and was looking at him expectantly, with a half +smile that seemed to invite one to comradeship. Charming Billy +looked at her helplessly, and turned a shade less brown.</p> +<p>"The—there isn't any," he stammered guiltily. "The +Pilgrim—I mean Walland—Fred Walland—"</p> +<p>"It doesn't matter in the least," Miss Bridger assured him +hastily. "One can't keep everything in the house all the time, so +far from any town. We're often out of things, at home. Last week, +only, I upset the vanilla bottle, and then we were completely out +of vanilla till just yesterday." She smiled again confidingly, and +Billy tried to seem very sympathetic—though of a truth, to be +out of vanilla did not at that moment seem to him a serious +catastrophe. "And really, I like tea better, you know. I only said +coffee because father told me cowboys drink it a great deal. Tea is +so much quicker and easier to make."</p> +<p>Billy dug his nails into his palms. "There—Miss Bridger," +he blurted desperately, "I've got to tell yuh—there isn't a +thing in the shack except some dried apricots—and maybe a +spoonful or two of tapioca. The Pilgrim—" He stopped to +search his brain for words applicable to the Pilgrim and still mild +enough for the ears of a lady.</p> +<p>"Well, never mind. We can rough it—it will be lots of +fun!" the girl laughed so readily as almost to deceive Billy, +standing there in his misery. That a woman should come to him for +help, and he not even able to give her food, was almost unbearable. +It were well for the Pilgrim that Charming Billy Boyle could not at +that moment lay hands upon him.</p> +<p>"It will be fun," she laughed again in his face. "If +the—the grubstake is down to a whisper (that's the way you +say it, isn't it?) there will be all the more credit coming to the +cook when you see all the things she can do with dried apricots and +tapioca. May I rummage?"</p> +<p>"Sure," assented Billy, dazedly moving aside so that she might +reach the corner where three boxes were nailed by their bottoms to +the wall, curtained with gayly flowered calico and used for a +cupboard. "The Pilgrim," he began for the third time to explain, +"went after grub and is taking his time about getting back. He'd +oughta been here day before yesterday. We might eat his dawg," he +suggested, gathering spirit now that her back was toward him.</p> +<p>Her face appeared at one side of the calico curtain. "I know +something better than eating the dog," she announced triumphantly. +"Down there in the willows where I crossed the creek—I came +down that low, saggy place in the hill—I saw a lot of +chickens or something—partridges, maybe you call +them—roosting in a tree with their feathers all puffed out. +It's nearly dark, but they're worth trying for, don't you think? +That is, if you have a gun," she added, as if she had begun to +realize how meagre were his possessions. "If you don't happen to +have one, we can do all right with what there is here, you +know."</p> +<p>Billy flushed a little, and for answer took down his gun and +belt from where they hung upon the wall, buckled the belt around +his slim middle and picked up his hat. "If they're there yet, I'll +get some, sure," he promised. "You just keep the fire going till I +come back, and I'll wash the dishes. Here, I'll shut the dawg in +the house; he's always plumb crazy with ambition to do just what +yuh don't want him to do, and I don't want him following." He +smiled upon her again (he was finding that rather easy to do) and +closed the door lingeringly behind him. Having never tried to +analyze his feelings, he did not wonder why he stepped so softly +along the frozen path that led to the stable, or why he felt that +glow of elation which comes to a man only when he has found +something precious in his sight.</p> +<p>"I wish I hadn't eat the last uh the flour this morning," he +regretted anxiously. "I coulda made some bread; there's a little +yeast powder left in the can. Darn the Pilgrim!"</p> +<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2> +<h3><i>Prune Pie and Coon-can.</i></h3> +<p>Of a truth, Charming Billy Boyle, living his life in the wide +land that is too big and too far removed from the man-made world +for any but the strong of heart, knew little indeed of +women—her kind of women. When he returned with two chickens +and found that the floor had been swept so thoroughly as to look +strange to him, and that all his scattered belongings were laid in +a neat pile upon the foot of the bunk which was unfamiliar under +straightened blankets and pitifully plumped pillows, he was filled +with astonishment. Miss Bridger smiled a little and went on washing +the dishes.</p> +<p>"It's beginning to storm, isn't it?" she remarked. "But we'll +eat chicken stew before we—before I start home. If you have a +horse that I can borrow till morning, father will bring it +back."</p> +<p>Billy scattered a handful of feathers on the floor and gained a +little time by stooping to pick them up one by one. "I've been +wondering about that," he said reluctantly. "It's just my luck not +to have a gentle hoss in camp. I've got two, but they ain't safe +for women. The Pilgrim's got one hoss that might uh done if it was +here, which it ain't."</p> +<p>She looked disturbed, though she tried to hide it. "I can ride +pretty well," she ventured.</p> +<p>Without glancing at her, Charming Billy shook his head. "You're +all right here"—he stopped to pick up more +feathers—"and it wouldn't be safe for yuh to try it. One hoss +is mean about mounting; yuh couldn't get within a rod of him. The +other one is a holy terror to pitch when anything strange gets near +him. I wouldn't let yuh try it." Charming Billy was +sorry—that showed in his voice—but he was also +firm.</p> +<p>Miss Bridger thoughtfully wiped a tin spoon. Billy gave her a +furtive look and dropped his head at the way the brightness had +gone out of her face. "They'll be worried, at home," she said +quietly.</p> +<p>"A little worry beats a funeral," Billy retorted sententiously, +instinctively mastering the situation because she was a woman and +he must take care of her. "I reckon I could—" He stopped +abruptly and plucked savagely at a stubborn wing feather.</p> +<p>"Of course! You could ride over and bring back a horse!" She +caught eagerly at his half-spoken offer. "It's a lot of bother for +you, but I—I'll be very much obliged." Her face was bright +again.</p> +<p>"You'd be alone here—"</p> +<p>"I'm not the least bit afraid to stay alone. I wouldn't mind +that at all."</p> +<p>Billy hesitated, met a look in her eyes that he did not like to +see there, and yielded. Obviously, from her viewpoint that was the +only thing to do. A cowpuncher who has ridden the range since he +was sixteen should not shirk a night ride in a blizzard, or fear +losing the trail. It was not storming so hard a man might not ride +ten miles—that is, a man like Charming Billy Boyle.</p> +<p>After that he was in great haste to be gone, and would scarcely +wait until Miss Bridger, proudly occupying the position of cook, +told him that the chicken stew was ready. Indeed, he would have +gone without eating it if she had not protested in a way that made +Billy foolishly glad to submit; as it was, he saddled his horse +while he waited, and reached for his sheepskin-lined, "sour-dough" +coat before the last mouthful was fairly swallowed. At the last +minute he unbuckled his gun belt and held it out to her.</p> +<p>"I'll leave you this," he remarked, with an awkward attempt to +appear careless. "You'll feel safer if you have a gun, +and—and if you're scared at anything, shoot it." He finished +with another smile that lighted wonderfully his face and his +eyes.</p> +<p>She shook her head. "I've often stayed alone. There's nothing in +the world to be afraid of—and anyway, I'll have the dog. +Thank you, all the same."</p> +<p>Charming Billy looked at her, opened his mouth and closed it +without speaking. He laid the gun down on the table and turned to +go. "If anything scares yuh," he repeated stubbornly, "shoot it. +Yuh don't want to count too much on that dawg."</p> +<p>He discovered then that Flora Bridger was an exceedingly willful +young woman. She picked up the gun, overtook him, and fairly forced +it into his hands. "Don't be silly; I don't want it. I'm not such a +coward as all that. You must have a very poor opinion of women. +I—I'm deadly afraid of a gun!"</p> +<p>Billy was not particularly impressed by the last statement, but +he felt himself at the end of his resources and buckled the belt +around him without more argument. After all, he told himself, it +was not likely that she would have cause for alarm in the few hours +that he would be gone, and those hours he meant to trim down as +much as possible.</p> +<p>Out of the coulée where the high wall broke the force of +the storm, he faced the snow and wind and pushed on doggedly. It +was bitter riding, that night, but he had seen worse and the +discomfort of it troubled him little; it was not the first time he +had bent head to snow and driving wind and had kept on so for +hours. What harassed him most were the icy hills where the chinook +had melted the snow, and the north wind, sweeping over, had frozen +it all solid again. He could not ride as fast as he had counted +upon riding, and he realized that it would be long hours before he +could get back to the cabin with a horse from Bridger's.</p> +<p>Billy could not tell when first came the impulse to turn back. +It might have been while he was working his way cautiously up a +slippery coulée side, or it might have come suddenly just +when he stopped; for stop he did (just when he should logically +have ridden faster because the way was smoother) and turned his +horse's head downhill.</p> +<p>"If she'd kept the gun—" he muttered, apologizing to +himself for the impulse, and flayed his horse with his <i>romal</i> +because he did not quite understand himself and so was ill at ease. +Afterward, when he was loping steadily down the coulée +bottom with his fresh-made tracks pointing the way before him, he +broke out irrelevantly and viciously: "A real, old range rider yuh +can bank on, one way or the other—but damn a pilgrim!"</p> +<p>The wind and the snow troubled him not so much now that his face +was not turned to meet them, but it seemed to him that the way was +rougher and that the icy spots were more dangerous to the bones of +himself and his horse than when he had come that way before. He did +not know why he need rage at the pace he must at times keep, and it +did strike him as being a foolish thing to do—this turning +back when he was almost halfway to his destination; but for every +time he thought that, he urged his horse more.</p> +<p>The light from the cabin window, twinkling through the storm, +cheered him a little, which was quite as unreasonable as his +uneasiness. It did not, however, cause him to linger at turning his +horse into the stable and shutting the door upon him. When he +passed the cabin window he glanced anxiously in and saw dimly +through the half-frosted glass that Miss Bridger was sitting +against the wall by the table, tight-lipped and watchful. He +hurried to the door and pushed it open.</p> +<p>"Why, hello," greeted the Pilgrim uncertainly, The Pilgrim was +standing in the centre of the room, and he did not look +particularly pleased. Charming Billy, every nerve on edge, took in +the situation at a glance, kicked the Pilgrim's dog and shook the +snow from his hat.</p> +<p>"I lost the trail," he lied briefly and went over to the stove. +He did not look at Miss Bridger directly, but he heard the deep +breath which she took.</p> +<p>"Well, so did I," the Pilgrim began eagerly, with just the least +slurring of his syllables. "I'd have been here before dark, only +one of the horses slipped and lamed himself. It was much as ever I +got home at all. He come in on three legs, and toward the last them +three like to went back on him."</p> +<p>"Which hoss?" asked Billy, though he felt pessimistically that +he knew without being told. The Pilgrim's answer confirmed his +pessimism. Of course, it was the only gentle horse they had.</p> +<p>"Say, Billy, I forgot your tobacco," drawled the Pilgrim, after +a very short silence which Billy used for much rapid thinking.</p> +<p>Ordinarily, Billy would have considered the over sight as +something of a catastrophe, but he passed it up as an unpleasant +detail and turned to the girl. "It's storming something fierce," he +told her in an exceedingly matter-of-fact way, "but I think it'll +let up by daylight so we can tackle it. Right now it's out of the +question; so we'll have another supper—a regular blowout this +time, with coffee and biscuits and all those luxuries. How are yuh +on making biscuits?"</p> +<p>So he got her out of the corner, where she had looked too much +at bay to please him, and in making the biscuits she lost the +watchful look from her eyes. But she was not the Flora Bridger who +had laughed at their makeshifts and helped cook the chicken, and +Charming Billy, raving inwardly at the change, in his heart damned +fervently the Pilgrim.</p> +<p>In the hours that followed, Billy showed the stuff he was made +of. He insisted upon cooking the things that would take the longest +time to prepare; boasted volubly of the prune pies he could make, +and then set about demonstrating his skill and did not hurry the +prunes in the stewing. He fished out a package of dried lima beans +and cooked some of them, changing the water three times and always +adding cold water. For all that, supper was eventually ready and +eaten and the dishes washed—with Miss Bridger wiping them and +with the Pilgrim eying them both in a way that set on edge the +teeth of Charming Billy.</p> +<p>When there was absolutely nothing more to keep them busy, Billy +got the cards and asked Miss Bridger if she could play +coon-can—which was the only game he knew that was rigidly +"two-handed." She did not know the game and he insisted upon +teaching her, though the Pilgrim glowered and hinted strongly at +seven-up or something else which they could all play.</p> +<p>"I don't care for seven-up," Miss Bridger quelled, speaking to +him for the first time since Billy returned. "I want to learn this +game that—er—Billy knows." There was a slight +hesitation on the name, which was the only one she knew to call him +by.</p> +<p>The Pilgrim grunted and retired to the stove, rattled the lids +ill-naturedly and smoked a vile cigar which he had brought from +town. After that he sat and glowered at the two.</p> +<p>Billy did the best he could to make the time pass quickly. He +had managed to seat Miss Bridger so that her back was toward the +stove and the Pilgrim, and he did it so unobtrusively that neither +guessed his reason. He taught her coon-can, two-handed whist and +Chinese solitaire before a gray lightening outside proclaimed that +the night was over. Miss Bridger, heavy-eyed and languid, turned +her face to the window; Billy swept the cards together and stacked +them with an air of finality.</p> +<p>"I guess we can hit the trail now without losing ourselves," he +remarked briskly. "Pilgrim, come on out and help me saddle up; +we'll see if that old skate of yours is able to travel."</p> +<p>The Pilgrim got up sullenly and went out, and Billy followed him +silently. His own horse had stood with the saddle on all night, and +the Pilgrim snorted when he saw it. But Billy only waited till the +Pilgrim had put his saddle on the gentlest mount they had, then +took the reins from him and led both horses to the door.</p> +<p>"All right," he called to the girl; helped her into the saddle +and started off, with not a word of farewell from Miss Bridger to +the Pilgrim.</p> +<p>The storm had passed and the air was still and biting cold. The +eastern sky was stained red and purple with the rising sun, and +beneath the feet of their horses the snow creaked frostily. So they +rode down the coulée and then up a long slope to the top, +struck the trail and headed straight north with a low line of hills +for their goal. And in the hour and a half of riding, neither spoke +a dozen words.</p> +<p>At the door of her own home Billy left her, and gathered up the +reins of the Pilgrim's horse. "Well, good-by. Oh, that's all +right—it wasn't any trouble at all," he said huskily when she +tried to thank him, and galloped away.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2> +<h3><i>Charming Billy Has a Fight.</i></h3> +<p>If Billy Boyle had any ideals he did not recognize them as such, +and he would not have known just how to answer you if you had asked +him what was his philosophy of life. He was range-bred—as +purely Western as were the cattle he tended—but he was not +altogether ignorant of the ways of the world, past or present. He +had that smattering of education which country schools and those of +"the county seat" may give a boy who loves a horse better than +books, and who, sitting hunched behind his geography, dreams of +riding afar, of shooting wild things and of sleeping under the +stars.</p> +<p>From the time he was sixteen he had lived chiefly in tents and +line-camp cabins, his world the land of far horizons, of big sins, +and virtues bigger. One creed he owned: to live "square," fight +square, and to be loyal to his friends and his "outfit." Little +things did not count much with him, and for that reason he was the +more enraged against the Pilgrim, because he did not quite know +what it was all about. So far as he had heard or seen, the Pilgrim +had offered no insult to Miss Bridger—"the girl," as he +called her simply in his mind. Still, he had felt all along that +the mere presence of the Pilgrim was an offense to her, no less +real because it was intangible and not to be put into words; and +for that offense the Pilgrim must pay.</p> +<p>But for the presence of the Pilgrim, he told himself +ill-temperedly, they might have waited for breakfast; but he had +been so anxious to get her away from under the man's leering gaze +that he had not thought of eating. And if the Pilgrim had been a +<i>man</i>, he might have sent him over to Bridger's for her father +and a horse. But the Pilgrim would have lost himself, or have +refused to go, and the latter possibility would have caused a scene +unfit for the eyes of a young woman.</p> +<p>So he rode slowly and thought of many things he might have done +which would have been better than what he did do; and wondered what +the girl thought about it and if she blamed him for not doing +something different. And for every mile of the way he cursed the +Pilgrim anew.</p> +<p>In that unfriendly mood he opened the door of the cabin, stood a +minute just inside, then closed it after him with a slam. The +cabin, in contrast with the bright light of sun shining on +new-fallen snow, was dark and so utterly cheerless and chill that +he shrugged shoulders impatiently at its atmosphere, which was as +intangibly offensive as had been the conduct of the Pilgrim.</p> +<p>The Pilgrim was sprawled upon the bunk with his face in his +arms, snoring in a peculiarly rasping way that Billy, heavy-eyed as +he was, resented most unreasonably. Also, the untidy table showed +that the Pilgrim had eaten unstintedly—and Billy was +exceedingly hungry. He went over and lifted a snowy boot to the +ribs of the sleeper and commanded him bluntly to "Come alive."</p> +<p>"What-yuh-want?" mumbled the Pilgrim thickly, making one word of +the three and lifting his red-rimmed eyes to the other. He raised +to an elbow with a lazy doubling of his body and stared dully for a +space before he grinned unpleasantly. "Took 'er home all right, did +yuh?" he leered, as if they two were in possession of a huge joke +of the kind which may not be told in mixed company.</p> +<p>If Charming Billy Boyle had needed anything more to stir him to +the fighting point, that one sentence admirably supplied the lack. +"Yuh low-down skunk!" he cried, and struck him full upon the +insulting, smiling mouth. "If I was as rotten-minded as you are, +I'd go drown myself in the stalest alkali hole I could find. I +dunno why I'm dirtying my hands on yuh—yuh ain't fit to be +clubbed to death with a tent pole!" He was, however, using his +hands freely and to very good purpose, probably feeling that, since +the Pilgrim was much bigger than he, there was need of getting a +good start.</p> +<p>But the Pilgrim was not the sort to lie on his bunk and take a +thrashing. He came up after the second blow, pushing Billy back +with the very weight of his body, and they were fighting all over +the little cabin, surging against the walls and the table and +knocking the coffee-pot off the stove as they lurched this way and +that. Not much was said after the first outburst of Billy's, save a +panting curse now and then between blows, a threat gasped while +they wrestled.</p> +<p>It was the dog, sneaking panther-like behind Billy and setting +treacherous teeth viciously into his leathern chaps, that brought +the crisis. Billy tore loose and snatched his gun from the scabbard +at his hip, held the Pilgrim momentarily at bay with one hand while +he took a shot at the dog, missed, kicked him back from another +rush, and turned again on the Pilgrim.</p> +<p>"Get that dawg outdoors, then," he panted, "or I'll kill him +sure." The Pilgrim, for answer, struck a blow that staggered Billy, +and tried to grab the gun. Billy, hooking a foot around a +table-leg, threw it between them, swept the blood from his eyes and +turned his gun once more on the dog that was watching treacherously +for another chance.</p> +<p>"That's the time I got him," he gritted through the smoke, +holding the Pilgrim quiet before him with the gun. "But I've got a +heap more respect for him than I have for you, yuh damn', low-down +brute. I'd ought to kill yuh like I would a coyote. Yuh throw your +traps together and light out uh here, before I forget and shoot yuh +up. There ain't room in this camp for you and me no more."</p> +<p>The Pilgrim backed, eying Billy malevolently. "I never done +nothing," he defended sullenly. "The boss'll have something to say +about this—and I'll kill you first chance I get, for shooting +my dog."</p> +<p>"It ain't what yuh done, it's what yuh woulda done if you'd had +the chance," answered Billy, for the first time finding words for +what was surging bitterly in the heart of him. "And I'm willing to +take a whirl with yuh any old time; any dawg that'll lick the boots +of a man like you had ought to be shot for not having more sense. I +ain't saying anything about him biting me—which I'd kill him +for, anyhow. Now, git! I want my breakfast, and I can't eat with +any relish whilst you're spoiling the air in here for me."</p> +<p>At heart the Pilgrim was a coward as well as a beast, and he +packed his few belongings hurriedly and started for the door.</p> +<p>"Come back here, and drag your dawg outside," commanded Billy, +and the Pilgrim obeyed.</p> +<p>"You'll hear about this later on," he snarled. "The boss won't +stand for anything like this. I never done a thing, and I'm going +to tell him so."</p> +<p>"Aw, go on and tell him, yuh—!" snapped Billy. "Only yuh +don't want to get absent-minded enough to come back—not +whilst I'm here; things unpleasant might happen." He stood in the +doorway and watched while the Pilgrim saddled his horse and rode +away. When not even the pluckety-pluck of his horse's feet came +back to offend the ears of him, Charming Billy put away his gun and +went in and hoisted the overturned table upon its legs again. A +coarse, earthenware plate, which the Pilgrim had used for his +breakfast, lay unbroken at the feet of him. Billy picked it up, +went to the door and cast it violently forth, watching with grim +satisfaction the pieces when they scattered over the frozen ground. +"No white man'll ever have to eat after <i>him</i>," he muttered. +To ease his outraged feelings still farther, he picked up the +Pilgrim's knife and fork, and sent them after the plate—and +knives and forks were not numerous in that particular camp, either. +After that he felt better and picked up the coffee-pot, lighted a +fire and cooked himself some breakfast, which he ate hungrily, his +wrath cooling a bit with the cheer of warm food and strong +coffee.</p> +<p>The routine work of the line-camp was performed in a hurried, +perfunctory manner that day. Charming Billy, riding the high-lines +to make sure the cattle had not drifted where they should not, was +vaguely ill at ease. He told himself it was the want of a smoke +that made him uncomfortable, and he planned a hurried trip to +Hardup, if the weather held good for another day, when he would lay +in a supply of tobacco and papers that would last till roundup. +This running out every two or three weeks, and living in hell till +you got more, was plumb wearisome and unnecessary.</p> +<p>On the way back, his trail crossed that of a breed wolfer on his +way into the Bad Lands. Billy immediately asked for tobacco, and +the breed somewhat reluctantly opened his pack and exchanged two +small sacks for a two-bit piece. Billy, rolling a cigarette with +eager fingers, felt for the moment a deep satisfaction with life. +He even felt some compunction about killing the Pilgrim's dog, when +he passed the body stiffening on the snow. "Poor devil! Yuh hadn't +ought to expect much from a dawg—and he was a heap more +white-acting than what his owner was," was his tribute to the +dead.</p> +<p>It seemed as though, when he closed the cabin door behind him, +he somehow shut out his newborn satisfaction. "A shack with one +window is sure unpleasant when the sun is shining outside," he said +fretfully to himself. "This joint looks a heap like a cellar. I +wonder what the girl thought of it; I reckon it looked pretty +sousy, to her—and them with everything shining. Oh, hell!" He +took off his chaps and his spurs, rolled another cigarette and +smoked it meditatively. When it had burned down so that it came +near scorching his lips, he lighted a fire, carried water from the +creek, filled the dishpan and set it on the stove to heat. "Darn a +dirty shack!" he muttered, half apologetically, while he was taking +the accumulation of ashes out of the hearth.</p> +<p>For the rest of that day he was exceedingly busy, and he did not +attempt further explanations to himself. He overhauled the bunk and +spread the blankets out on the wild rose bushes to sun while he +cleaned the floor. Billy's way of cleaning the floor was +characteristic of the man, and calculated to be effectual in the +main without descending to petty details. All superfluous objects +that were small enough, he merely pushed as far as possible under +the bunk. Boxes and benches he piled on top; then he brought +buckets of water and sloshed it upon the worst places, sweeping and +spreading it with a broom. When the water grew quite black, he +opened the door, swept it outside and sloshed fresh water upon the +grimy boards. While he worked, his mind swung slowly back to +normal, so that he sang crooningly in an undertone; and the song +was what he had sung for months and years, until it was a part of +him and had earned him his nickname.</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Oh, where have you been, Billy boy, Billy boy?</p> +<p>Oh, where have you been, charming Billy?</p> +<p class="i4">I've been to see my wife,</p> +<p class="i4">She's the joy of my life,</p> +<p>She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother."</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>Certainly it was neither musical nor inspiring, but Billy had +somehow adopted the ditty and made it his own, so far as eternally +singing it could do so, and his comrades had found it not +unpleasant; for the voice of Billy was youthful, and had a +melodious smoothness that atoned for much in the way of imbecile +words and monotonous tune.</p> +<p>He had washed all the dishes and had repeated the ditty fifteen +times, and was for the sixteenth time tunefully inquiring:</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Can she make a punkin pie, charming Billy?</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>when he opened the door to throw out the dishwater, and narrowly +escaped landing it full upon the fur-coated form of his +foreman.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2> +<h3><i>Canned.</i></h3> +<p>The foreman came in, blinking at the sudden change from bright +light to half twilight, and Charming Billy took the opportunity to +kick a sardine can of stove-blacking under the stove where it would +not be seen. Some predecessor with domestic instincts had left +behind him half a package of "Rising Sun," and Billy had found it +and was intending to blacken the stove just as soon as he finished +the dishes. That he had left it as a crowning embellishment, rather +than making it the foundation of his house-cleaning, only proved +his inexperience in that line. Billy had "bached" a great deal, but +he had never blacked a stove in his life.</p> +<p>The foreman passed gloved fingers over his eyes, held them there +a moment, took them away and gazed in amazement; since he had been +foreman of the Double-Crank—and the years were +many—Charming Billy Boyle had been one of its "top-hands," +and he had never before caught him in the throes of "digging +out."</p> +<p>"Fundamental furies!" swore he, in the unorthodox way he had. +"Looks like the Pilgrim was right—there's a lady took charge +here."</p> +<p>Charming Billy turned red with embarrassment, and then quite +pale with rage. "The Pilgrim lied!" he denied sweepingly.</p> +<p>The foreman picked his way over the wet floor, in deference to +its comparative cleanliness stepping long so that he might leave as +few disfiguring tracks as possible, and unbuttoned his fur coat +before the heat of the stove.</p> +<p>"Well, maybe he did," he assented generously, gleaning a box +from the pile on the bunk and sitting down, "but it sure looks like +corroborative evidence, in here. How about it, Bill?"</p> +<p>"How about what?" countered Billy, his teeth close together.</p> +<p>"The girl, and the dawg, and the fight—but more especially +the girl. The Pilgrim—"</p> +<p>"<i>Damn</i> the Pilgrim! I wisht I'd a-killed the lying +—— The girl's a lady, and he ain't fit to speak her +name. She come here last night because her hoss fell and got +crippled, and there wasn't a hoss I'd trust at night with her, it +was storming so hard, and slippery—and at daylight I put her +on the gentlest one we had, and took her home. That's all there is +to it. There's nothing to gabble about, and if the Pilgrim goes +around shooting off his face—" Billy clicked his teeth +ominously.</p> +<p>"Well, that ain't <i>just</i> the way he told it," commented the +foreman, stooping to expectorate into the hearth and stopping to +regard surprisedly its unwonted emptiness. "He said—"</p> +<p>"I don't give a damn what he said," snapped Billy. "He lied, the +low-down cur."</p> +<p>"Uh-huh—he said something about you shooting that dawg of +his. I saw the carcass out there in the snow." The foreman spoke +with careful neutrality.</p> +<p>"I did. I wisht now I'd laid the two of 'em out together. The +dawg tried to feed offa my leg. I shot the blame thing." Charming +Billy sat down upon the edge of the table—sliding the dishpan +out of his way—and folded his arms, and pushed his hat +farther back from his forehead. His whole attitude spoke impenitent +scorn.</p> +<p>"I also licked the Pilgrim and hazed him away from camp and told +him particular not to come back," he informed the other defiantly. +He did not add, "What are you going to do about it?" but his tone +carried unmistakably that sentiment.</p> +<p>"And the Pilgrim happens to be a stepbrother uh the widow the +Old Man is at present running after, and aiming to marry. I was +sent over here to put the can onto you, Billy. I hate like thunder +to do it, but—" The foreman waved a hand to signify his utter +helplessness.</p> +<p>The face of Billy stiffened perceptibly; otherwise he moved not +a muscle.</p> +<p>"The Old Man says for you to stay till he can put another man +down here in your place, though. He'll send Jim Bleeker soon as he +comes back from town—which ain't apt to be for two or three +days unless they're short on booze."</p> +<p>Billy caught his breath, hesitated, and reached for his smoking +material. It was not till he had licked his cigarette into shape +and was feeling in his pocket for a match that he spoke. "I've +drawed wages from the Double-Crank for quite a spell, and I always +aimed to act white with the outfit. It's more than they're doing by +me, but—I'll stay till Jim comes." He smoked moodily, and +stared at his boots. "Yuh ain't going back tonight, are yuh?"</p> +<p>The foreman said he must, and came back to the subject. "Yuh +don't want to think I'm firing yuh, Billy. If it was my say-so, I'd +tell the Pilgrim to go to hell. But he went straight to +headquarters with his tale uh woe, and the Old Man is kinda +uncertain these days, on account uh not being right sure uh the +widow. He feels just about obliged to keep the Pilgrim smoothed +down; he ain't worth his grub, if you ask me."</p> +<p>"Oh, I ain't thinking nothing at all about it," Billy lied +proudly. "If the Old Man feels like canning me, that there's his +funeral. I reckon maybe he likes the Pilgrim's breed better for a +change. And I wouldn't be none surprised if I could get a job with +some other outfit, all right. I ain't aiming to starve—nor +yet ride grub-line."</p> +<p>"When you analyze the thing right down to fundamentals," +observed the foreman, whom men called "Jawbreaker" for obvious +reasons, "it's a cussed shame. You're one of the oldest men with +the outfit, and the Pilgrim is the youngest—and the most +inadequate. The Old Man oughta waited till he heard both sides uh +the case, and I told him so. But he couldn't forget how the widow +might feel if he canned her stepbrother—and what's a man, +more or less, in a case uh that kind?"</p> +<p>"Now look here, Jawbreaker," Billy protested cheerfully, "don't +yuh go oozing comfort and sympathy on my account. I don't know but +what I'm tickled to death. As yuh say, I've worked for this outfit +a blame long while—and it's maybe kinda hard on other +outfits; they oughta have a chance to use me for a spell. There's +no reason why the Double-Crank should be a hog and keep a good man +forever."</p> +<p>The foreman studied keenly the face of Charming Billy, saw there +an immobility that somehow belied his cheerful view of the case, +and abruptly changed the subject.</p> +<p>"You've got things swept and garnished, all right," he remarked, +looking at the nearly clean floor with the tiny pools of dirty +water still standing in the worn places. "When did the fit take +yuh? Did it come on with fever-n'-chills, like most other +breaking-outs? Or, did the girl—"</p> +<p>"Aw, the darned dawg mussed up the floor, dying in here," Billy +apologized weakly. "I was plumb obliged to clean up after him." He +glanced somewhat shamefacedly at the floor. After all, it did not +look quite like the one where Miss Bridger lived; in his heart +Billy believed that was because he had no strip of carpet to spread +before the table. He permitted his glance to take in the bunk, +nakedly showing the hay it held for a softening influence and piled +high with many things—the things that would not go +beneath.</p> +<p>"Your soogans are gathering frost to beat the band, Bill," the +foreman informed him, following his glance to the bunk. "Your +inexperience is something appalling, for a man that has fried his +own bacon and swabbed out his own frying-pan as many times as you +have. Better go bring 'em in. It was thinking about snowing again +when I come."</p> +<p>Billy grinned a little and went after his bedding, brought it +and threw it with a fine disregard for order upon the accumulation +of boxes and benches in the bunk. "I'll go feed the hosses, and +then I'll cook yuh some supper," he told the foreman still humped +comfortably before the stove with his fur coat thrown open to the +heat and his spurred boots hoisted upon the hearth. "Better make up +your mind to stay till morning; it's getting mighty chilly, +outside."</p> +<p>The foreman, at the critical stage of cigarette lighting, +grunted unintelligibly. Billy was just laying hand to the door-knob +when the foreman looked toward him in the manner of one about to +speak. Billy stood and waited inquiringly.</p> +<p>"Say, Bill," drawled Jawbreaker, "yuh never told me her name, +yet."</p> +<p>The brows of Charming Billy pinched involuntarily together. "I +thought the Pilgrim had wised yuh up to all the details," he said +coldly.</p> +<p>"The Pilgrim didn't know; he says yuh never introduced him. And +seeing it's serious enough to start yuh on the godly trail uh +cleanliness, I'm naturally taking a friendly interest in her, +and—"</p> +<p>"Aw—go to hell!" snapped Charming Billy, and went out and +slammed the door behind him so that the cabin shook.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2> +<h3><i>The Man From Michigan.</i></h3> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"How old is she, Billy boy, Billy boy,</p> +<p>How old is she, charming Billy?</p> +<p class="i4">Twice six, twice seven,</p> +<p class="i4">Forty-nine and eleven—</p> +<p>She's a young thing, and cannot leave her mother."</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>"C'm-awn, yuh lazy old skate! Think I want to sleep out +to-night, when town's so clost?" Charming Billy yanked his +pack-pony awake and into a shuffling trot over the trail, resettled +his hat on his head, sagged his shoulders again and went back to +crooning his ditty.</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Can she make a punkin pie, Billy boy, Billy boy,</p> +<p>Can she make a punkin pie, charming Billy?</p> +<p class="i4">She can make a punkin pie</p> +<p class="i4">Quick's a cat can wink her eye—"</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>Out ahead, where the trail wound aimlessly around a low sand +ridge flecked with scrubby sage half buried in gray snowbanks, a +horse whinnied inquiringly; Barney, his own red-roan, perked his +ears toward the sound and sent shrill answer. In that land and at +that season travelers were never so numerous as to be met with +indifference, and Billy felt a slight thrill of expectation. All +day—or as much of it as was left after his late sleeping and +later breakfast—he had ridden without meeting a soul; now he +unconsciously pressed lightly with his spurs to meet the comer.</p> +<p>Around the first bend they went, and the trail was blank before +them. "Thought it sounded close," Billy muttered, "but with the +wind where it is and the air like this, sound travels farther. I +wonder—"</p> +<p>Past the point before them poked a black head, followed slowly +by a shambling horse whose dragging hoofs proclaimed his weariness +and utter lack of ambition. The rider, Billy decided after one +sharp glance, he had never seen before in his life—and +nothing lost by it, either, he finished mentally when he came +closer.</p> +<p>If the riders had not willed it so the horses would mutually +have agreed to stop when they met; that being the way of range +horses after carrying speech-hungry men for a season or two. If men +meet out there in the land of far horizons and do not stop for a +word or two, it is generally because there is bad feeling between +them; and horses learn quickly the ways of their masters.</p> +<p>"Hello," greeted Billy tentatively, eying the other measuringly +because he was a stranger. "Pretty soft going, ain't it?" He +referred to the half-thawed trail.</p> +<p>"Ye-es," hesitated the other, glancing diffidently down at the +trail and then up at the neighboring line of disconsolate, low +hills. "Ye-es, it is." His eyes came back and met Billy's +deprecatingly, almost like those of a woman who feels that her +youth and her charm have slipped behind her and who does not quite +know whether she may still be worthy your attention. "Are you +acquainted with this—this part of the country?"</p> +<p>"Well," Billy had got out his smoking material, from force of +the habit with which a range-rider seizes every opportunity for a +smoke, and singled meditatively a leaf. "Well, I kinda know it by +sight, all right." And in his voice lurked a pride of knowledge +inexplicable to one who has not known and loved the range-land. "I +guess you'd have some trouble finding a square foot of it that I +ain't been over," he added, mildly boastful.</p> +<p>If one might judge anything from a face as blank as that of a +china doll, both the pride and the boastfulness were quite lost +upon the stranger. Only his eyes were wistfully melancholy.</p> +<p>"My name is Alexander P. Dill," he informed Billy quite +unnecessarily. "I was going to the Murton place. They told me it +was only ten miles from town and it seems as though I must have +taken the wrong road, somehow. Could you tell me about where it +would be from here?"</p> +<p>Charming Billy's cupped hands hid his mouth, but his eyes +laughed. "Roads ain't so plenty around here that you've any call to +take one that don't belong to yuh," he reproved, when his cigarette +was going well. "If Hardup's the place yuh started from, and if +they headed yah right when they turned yuh loose, you've covered +about eighteen miles and bent 'em into a beautiful +quarter-circle—and how yuh ever went and done it undeliberate +gets <i>me</i>. You are now seven miles from Hardup and sixteen +miles, more or less, from Murton's." He stopped to watch the effect +of his information.</p> +<p>Alexander P. Dill was a long man—an exceedingly long man, +as Billy had already observed—and now he drooped so that he +reminded Billy of shutting up a telescope. His mouth drooped, also, +like that of a disappointed child, and his eyes took to themselves +more melancholy. "I must have taken the wrong road," he repeated +ineffectually.</p> +<p>"Yes," Billy agreed gravely, "I guess yuh must of; it does kinda +look that way." There was no reason why he should feel anything +more than a passing amusement at this wandering length of humanity, +but Billy felt an unaccountable stirring of pity and a feeling of +indulgent responsibility for the man.</p> +<p>"Could you—direct me to the right road?"</p> +<p>"Well, I reckon I could," Billy told him doubtfully, "but it +would be quite a contract under the circumstances. Anyway, your +cayuse is too near played; yuh better cut out your visit this time +and come along back to town with me. You're liable to do a lot more +wandering around till yuh find yourself plumb afoot." He did not +know that he came near using the tone one takes toward a lost +child.</p> +<p>"Perhaps, seeing I've come out of my way, I might as well," Mr. +Dill decided hesitatingly. "That is, if you don't mind."</p> +<p>"Oh, I don't mind at all," Charming Billy assured him airily. +"Uh course, I own this trail, and the less it's tracked up right +now in its present state the better, but you're welcome to use +it—if you're particular to trod soft and don't step in the +middle."</p> +<p>Alexander P. Dill looked at him uncertainly, as if his sense of +humor were weak and not to be trusted off-hand; turned his tired +horse awkwardly in a way that betrayed an unfamiliarity with +"neck-reining," and began to retrace his steps beside Charming +Billy. His stirrups were too short, so that his knees were drawn up +uncomfortably, and Billy, glancing sidelong down at them, wondered +how the man could ride like that.</p> +<p>"You wasn't raised right around here, I reckon," Billy began +amiably, when they were well under way.</p> +<p>"No—oh, no. I am from Michigan. I only came out West two +weeks ago. I—I'm thinking some of raising wild cattle for the +Eastern markets." Alexander P. Dill still had the wistful look in +his eyes, which were unenthusiastically blue—just enough of +the blue to make their color definite.</p> +<p>Charming Billy came near laughing, but some impulse kept him +quiet-lipped and made his voice merely friendly. "Yes—this is +a pretty good place for that business," he observed quite +seriously. "A lot uh people are doing that same thing."</p> +<p>Mr. Dill warmed pitifully to the friendliness. "I was told that +Mr. Murton wanted to sell his far—— ranch and cattle, +and I was going to see him about it. I would like to buy a place +outright, you see, with the cattle all branded, +and—everything."</p> +<p>Billy suddenly felt the instinct of the champion. "Well, +somebody lied to yuh a lot, then," he replied warmly. "Don't yuh +never go near old Murton. In the first place, he ain't a +cowman—he's a sheepman, on a small scale so far as sheep go +but on a sure-enough big scale when yuh count his feelin's. He runs +about twelve hundred woollies, and is about as unpolite a cuss as I +ever met up with. He'd uh roasted yuh brown just for saying cattle +at him—and if yuh let out inadvertant that yuh took him for a +cowman, the chances is he'd a took a shot at yuh. If yuh ask me, +you was playin' big luck when yuh went and lost the trail."</p> +<p>"I can't see what would be their object in misinforming me on +the subject," Mr. Dill complained. "You don't suppose that they had +any grudge against Mr. Murton, do you?"</p> +<p>Charming Billy eyed him aslant and was merciful. "I can't say, +not knowing who they was that told yuh," he answered. "They're +liable to have a grudge agin' him, though; just about everybody +has, that ever bumped into him."</p> +<p>It would appear that Mr. Dill needed time to think this over, +for he said nothing more for a long while. Charming Billy half +turned once or twice to importune his pack-pony in language +humorously querulous, but beyond that he kept silence, wondering +what freakish impulse drove Alexander P. Dill to Montana "to raise +wild cattle for the Eastern markets." The very simplicity of his +purpose and the unsophistication of his outlook were irresistible +and came near weaning Charming Billy from considering his own +personal grievances.</p> +<p>For a grievance it was to be turned adrift from the +Double-Crank—he, who had come to look upon the outfit almost +with proprietorship; who for years had said "my outfit" when +speaking of it; who had set the searing iron upon sucking calves +and had watched them grow to yearlings, then to sleek +four-year-olds; who had at last helped prod them up the chutes into +the cars at shipping time and had seen them take the long trail to +Chicago—the trail from which, for them, there was no return; +who had thrown his rope on kicking, striking "bronks"; had worked, +with the sweat streaming like tears down his cheeks, to "gentle" +them; had, with much patience, taught them the feel of saddle and +cinch and had ridden them with much stress until they accepted his +mastery and became the dependable, wise old "cow-horses" of the +range; who had followed, spring, summer and fall, the wide +wandering of the Double-Crank wagons, asking nothing better, secure +in the knowledge that he, Charming Billy Boyle, was conceded to be +one of the Double-Crank's "top-hands." It was bitter to be turned +adrift—and for such a cause! Because he had fought a man who +was something less than a man. It was bitter to feel that he had +been condemned without a hearing. He had not dreamed that the Old +Man would be capable of such an action, even with the latest and +least-valued comer; he felt the sting of it, the injustice and the +ingratitude for all the years he had given the Double-Crank. It +seemed to him that he could never feel quite the same toward +another outfit, or be content riding horses which bore some other +brand.</p> +<p>"I suppose you are quite familiar with raising cattle under +these Western conditions," Alexander P. Dill ventured, after a +season of mutual meditation.</p> +<p>"Kinda," Billy confirmed briefly.</p> +<p>"There seems to be a certain class-prejudice against strangers, +out here. I can't understand it and I can't seem to get away from +it. I believe those men deliberately misinformed me, for the sole +reason that I am unfortunately a stranger and unfamiliar with the +country. They do not seem to realize that this country must +eventually be more fully developed, and that, in the very nature of +things, strangers are sure to come and take advantage of the +natural resources and aid materially in their development. I don't +consider myself an interloper; I came here with the intention of +making this my future home, and of putting every dollar of capital +that I possess into this country; I wish I had more. I like the +country; it isn't as if I came here to take something away. I came +to add my mite; to help build up, not to tear down. And I can't +understand the attitude of men who would maliciously—"</p> +<p>"It's kinda got to be part uh the scenery to josh a pilgrim," +Billy took the trouble to explain. "We don't mean any harm. I +reckon you'll get along all right, once yuh get wised up."</p> +<p>"Do you expect to be in town for any length of time?" Mr. Dill's +voice was wistful, as well as his eyes. "Somehow, you don't seem to +adopt that semi-hostile attitude, and I—I'm very glad for the +opportunity of knowing you."</p> +<p>Charming Billy made a rapid mental calculation of his present +financial resources and of past experience in the rate of +depletion.</p> +<p>"Well. I may last a week or so, and I might pull out to-morrow," +he decided candidly. "It all depends on the kinda luck I have."</p> +<p>Mr. Dill looked at him inquiringly, but he made no remark that +would betray curiosity. "I have rented a room in a little house in +the quietest part of town. The hotel isn't very clean and there is +too much noise and drinking going on at night. I couldn't sleep +there. I should be glad to have you share my room with me while you +stay in town, if you will. It is clean and quiet."</p> +<p>Charming Billy turned his head and looked at him queerly; at his +sloping shoulders, melancholy face and round, wistful eyes, and +finally at the awkward, hunched-up knees of him. Billy did not mind +night noises and drinking—to be truthful, they were two of +the allurements which had brought him townward—and whether a +room were clean or not troubled him little; he would not see much +of it. His usual procedure while in town would, he suspected, seem +very loose to Alexander P. Dill. It consisted chiefly of spending +the nights where the noise clamored loudest and of sleeping during +the day—sometimes—where was the most convenient spot to +lay the length of him. He smiled whimsically at the contrast +between them and their habits of living.</p> +<p>"Much obliged," he said. "I expect to be some busy, but maybe +I'll drop in and bed down with yuh; once I hit town, it's hard to +tell what I may do."</p> +<p>"I hope you'll feel perfectly free to come at any time and make +yourself at home," Mr. Dill urged lonesomely.</p> +<p>"Sure. There's the old burg—I do plumb enjoy seeing the +sun making gold on a lot uh town windows, like that over there. It +sure looks good, when you've been living by your high lonesome and +not seeing any window shine but your own little six-by-eight. +Huh?"</p> +<p>"I—I must admit I like better to see the sunset turn my +own windows to gold," observed Mr. Dill softly. "I haven't any, +now; I sold the old farm when mother died. I was born and raised +there. The woods pasture was west of the house, and every evening +when I drove up the cows, and the sun was setting, the kitchen +windows—"</p> +<p>Alexander P. Dill stopped very abruptly, and Billy, stealing a +glance at his face, turned his own quickly away and gazed +studiously at a bald hilltop off to the left. So finely tuned was +his sympathy that for one fleeting moment he saw a homely, hilly +farm in Michigan, with rail fences and a squat old house with wide +porch and hard-beaten path from the kitchen door to the well and on +to the stables; and down a long slope that was topped with great +old trees, Alexander P. Dill shambling contentedly, driving with a +crooked stick three mild-mannered old cows. "The blamed +chump—what did he go and pull out for?" he asked himself +fretfully. Then aloud: "I'm going to have a heart-to-heart talk +with the cook at the hotel, and if he don't give us a real old +round-up beefsteak, flopped over on the bare stovelids, there'll be +things happen I'd hate to name over. He can sure do the business, +all right; he used to cook for the Double-Crank. And you," he +turned, elaborately cheerful, to Mr. Dill, "you are my guest."</p> +<p>"Thank you," smiled Mr. Dill, recovering himself and never +guessing how strange was the last sentence to the lips of Charming +Billy Boyle. "I shall be very glad to be the guest of +somebody—once more."</p> +<p>"Yuh poor old devil, yuh sure drifted a long ways off your home +range," mused Billy. Out loud he only emphasized the arrangement +with:</p> +<p>"Sure thing!"</p> +<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2> +<h3>"<i>That's My Dill Pickle!</i>"</h3> +<p>Charming Billy Boyle was, to put it mildly, enjoying his +enforced vacation very much. To tell the plain truth and tell it +without the polish of fiction, he was hilariously moistened as to +his gullet and he was not thinking of quitting yet; he had only +just begun.</p> +<p>He was sitting on an end of the bar in the Hardtip Saloon, his +hat as far back on his head as it could possibly be pushed with any +hope of its staying there at all. He had a glass in one hand, a +cigarette in the other, and he was raking his rowels rhythmically +up and down the erstwhile varnished bar in buzzing accompaniment, +the while he chanted with much enthusiasm:</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"How old is she, Billy boy, Billy boy?</p> +<p>How old is she, charming Billy?</p> +<p class="i4">Twice six, twice seven,</p> +<p class="i4">Forty-nine and eleven—"</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>The bartender, wiping the bar after an unsteady sheepherder, was +careful to leave a generous margin around the person of Charming +Billy who was at that moment asserting with much emphasis:</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"She's a young thing, and cannot leave her mother."</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>"Twice-six's-twelve, 'n' twice-seven's-four-r-teen, 'n' twelve +'n' +fourteen's—er—twelve—'n'—fourteen—" +The unsteady sheepherder was laboring earnestly with the problem. +"She ain't no spring chicken, she ain't!" He laughed tipsily, and +winked up at the singer, but Billy was not observing him and his +mathematical struggles. He refreshed himself from the glass, +leaving the contents perceptibly lower—it was a large, thick +glass with a handle, and it had flecks of foam down the +inside—took a pull at the cigarette and inquired +plaintively:</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Can she brew, can she bake, Billy boy, Billy boy?</p> +<p>Can she brew, can she bake, charming Billy?"</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>Another long pull at the cigarette, and then the triumphant +declaration:</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"She can brew n' she can bake,</p> +<p>She can sew n' she can make—</p> +<p>She's a young thing, and cannot leave her mother."</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>"She ain't s' young!" bawled the sheepherder, who was taking it +all very seriously. "Say them numbers over again, onc't. +Twelve-'n'-fourteen—"</p> +<p>"Aw, go off and lay down!" advised Charming Billy, in a tone of +deep disgust. He was about to pursue still farther his inquiry into +the housewifely qualifications of the mysterious "young thing," and +he hated interruptions.</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Can she make a punkin pie, Billy boy, Billy boy?</p> +<p>Can she make a punkin pie, charming Billy?"</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>The door opened timidly and closed again, but he did not see who +entered. He was not looking; he was holding the empty, foam-flecked +glass behind him imperatively, and he was watching over his +shoulder to see that the bartender did not skimp the filling and +make it two-thirds foam. The bartender was punctiliously lavish, so +that a crest of foam threatened to deluge the hand of Charming +Billy and quite occupied him for the moment. When he squared +himself again and buzzed his spurs against the bar, his mind was +wholly given to the proper execution of the musical gem.</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"She can make a punkin pie,</p> +<p>Quick's a cat can wink her eye—"</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>Something was going on, over in the dimly lighted corner near +the door. Half a dozen men had grouped themselves there with their +backs to Billy and they were talking and laughing; but the speech +of them was an unintelligible clamor and their laughter a +commingling roar. Billy gravely inspected his cigarette, which had +gone cold, set down the glass and sought diligently for a +match.</p> +<p>"Aw, come on an' have one on me!" bawled a voice peremptorily. +"Yuh can't raise no wild cattle around <i>this</i> joint, lessen +yuh wet up good with whisky. Why, a feller as long as you be needs +a good jolt for every foot of yuh—and that's about fifteen +when you're lengthened out good. Come on—don't be a damn' +chubber! Yuh got to sample m' hospitality. Hey, Tom! set out about +a quart uh your <i>mildest</i> for Daffy-down-Dilly. He's dry, +clean down to his hand-made socks."</p> +<p>Charming Billy, having found a match, held it unlighted in his +fingers and watched the commotion from his perch on the bar. In the +very midst of the clamor towered the melancholy Alexander P. Dill, +and he was endeavoring to explain, in his quiet, grammatical +fashion. A lull that must have been an accident carried the words +clearly across to Charming Billy.</p> +<p>"Thank you, gentlemen. I really don't care for anything in the +way of refreshment. I merely came in to find a friend who has +promised to spend the night with me. It is getting along toward +bedtime. Have your fun, gentlemen, if you must—but I am +really too tired to join you."</p> +<p>"Make 'im dance!" yelled the sheepherder, giving over the +attempt to find the sum of twelve and fourteen. "By gosh, yuh made +<i>me</i> dance when I struck town. Make 'im dance!"</p> +<p>"You go off and lay down!" commanded Billy again, and to +emphasize his words leaned and emptied the contents of his glass +neatly inside the collar of the sheepherder. "Cool down, yuh +Ba-ba-black-sheep!"</p> +<p>The herder forgot everything after that—everything but the +desire to tear limb from limb one Charming Billy Boyle, who sat and +raked his spurs up and down the marred front of the bar and grinned +maliciously down at him. "Go-awn off, before I take yuh all to +pieces," he urged wearily, already regretting the unjustifiable +waste of good beer. "Quit your buzzing; I wanta listen over +there."</p> +<p>"Come on 'n' have a drink!" vociferated the hospitable one. "Yuh +got to be sociable, or yuh can't stop in <i>this</i> man's town." +So insistent was he that he laid violent hold of Mr. Dill and tried +to pull him bodily to the bar.</p> +<p>"Gentlemen, this passes a joke!" protested Mr. Dill, looking +around him in his blankly melancholy way. "I do not drink liquor. I +must insist upon your stopping this horseplay immediately!"</p> +<p>"Oh, it ain't no <i>play</i>," asserted the insistent one +darkly. "I mean it, by thunder."</p> +<p>It was at this point that Charming Billy decided to have a word. +"Here, break away, there!" he yelled, pushing the belligerent +sheepherder to one side. "Hands off that long person! That there's +<i>my</i> dill pickle!"</p> +<div class="figure" style="width:70%;"><a href= +"images/ls001.jpg"><img width="100%" src="images/ls001.jpg" alt= +"" /></a></div> +<p>Mr. Dill was released, and Billy fancied hazily that it was +because he so ordered; as a matter of fact, Mr. Dill, catching +sight of him there, had thrown the men and their importunities off +as though they had been rough-mannered boys. He literally plowed +his way through them and stopped deprecatingly before Billy.</p> +<p>"It is getting late," he observed, mildly reproachful. "I +thought I would show you the way to my room, if you don't +mind."</p> +<p>Billy stared down at him. "Well, I'm going to be busy for a +while yet," he demurred. "I've got to lick this misguided +son-of-a-gun that's blatting around wanting to eat me +alive—and I got my eyes on your friend in the rear, there, +that's saying words about you, Dilly. Looks to me like I'm going to +be some occupied for quite a spell. You run along to bed and don't +yuh bother none about <i>me</i>."</p> +<p>"The matter is not so urgent but what I can wait until you are +ready," Mr. Dill told him quietly, but with decision. He folded his +long arms and ranged himself patiently alongside Billy. And Billy, +regarding him uneasily, felt convinced that though he tarried until +the sun returned Mr. Dill would stand right there and +wait—like a well-broken range-horse when the reins are +dropped to the ground. Charming Billy did not know why it made him +uncomfortable, but it did and he took immediate measures to relieve +the sensation.</p> +<p>He turned fretfully and cuffed the clamorous sheepherder, who +seemed to lack the heart for actual hostilities but indulged in +much recrimination and was almost in tears. "Aw, shut up!" growled +Billy. "A little more uh that war-talk and I'll start in and learn +yuh some manners. I don't want any more of it. Yuh hear?"</p> +<p>It is a fact that trifles sometimes breed large events. Billy, +to make good his threat, jumped off the bar. In doing so he came +down upon the toes of Jack Morgan, the hospitable soul who had +insisted upon treating Mr. Dill and who had just come up to renew +the argument. Jack Morgan was a man of uncertain temper and he also +had toes exceedingly tender. He struck out, missed Billy, who was +thinking only of the herder, and it looked quite as though the blow +was meant for Mr. Dill.</p> +<p>After that, things happened quickly and with some confusion. +Others became active, one way or the other, and the clamor was +great, so that it was easily heard down the street and nearly +emptied the other saloons.</p> +<p>When the worst of it was over and one could tell for a certainty +what was taking place, Charming Billy was holding a man's face +tightly against the bar and was occasionally beating it with his +fist none too gently. Mr. Dill, an arm's length away, had Jack +Morgan and one other offender clutched by the neck in either hand +and he was solemnly and systematically butting their heads together +until they howled. The bartender had just succeeded in throwing the +sheepherder out through the back door, and he was wiping his hands +and feeling very well satisfied with himself.</p> +<p>"I'd oughta fired him long ago, when he first commenced building +trouble," he remarked, to no one in particular. "The darned +lamb-licker—he's broke and has been all evening. I don't know +what made me stand for 'im long as I did."</p> +<p>Billy, moved perhaps by weariness rather than mercy, let go his +man and straightened up, feeling mechanically for his hat. His eyes +met those of the melancholy Mr. Dill.</p> +<p>"If you're quite through"—bang! went the +heads—"perhaps we may as well"—bang!—"leave this +unruly crowd"—bang!!—"and go to our room. It is after +eleven o'clock." Mr. Dill looked as though his present occupation +was unpleasant but necessary and as though, to please Billy, he +could keep it up indefinitely.</p> +<p>Charming Billy stood quite still, staring at the other and at +what he was doing; and while he stared and wondered, something came +into the heart of him and quite changed his destiny. He did not +know what it was, or why it was so; at the time he realized only a +deep amazement that Mr. Dill, mild of manner, correct of speech and +wistful-eyed, should be standing there banging the heads of two men +who were considered rather hard to handle. Certainly Jack Morgan +was reputed a "bad actor" when it came to giving blows. And while +Alexander P. Dill was a big man—an enormous man, one might +say—he had none of the earmarks of a fighting man. It was, +perhaps, his very calmness that won Billy for good and all. Before, +Charming Billy had felt toward him a certain amused pity; his +instinct had been to protect Mr. Dill. He would never feel just +that way again; Mr. Dill, it would seem, was perfectly well able to +protect himself.</p> +<p>"Shall we go?" Mr. Dill poised the two heads for another bang +and held them so. By this time every one in the room was watching, +but he had eyes only for Billy.</p> +<p>"Just as you say," Billy assented submissively.</p> +<p>Mr. Dill shook the two with their faces close together, led them +to a couple of chairs and set them emphatically down. "Now, see if +you can behave yourselves," he advised, in the tone a father would +have used toward two refractory boys. "You have been acting +boorishly and disgracefully all evening. It was you who directed me +wrong, to-day. You have not, at any time since I first met you, +acted like gentlemen; I should be sorry to think this country held +many such brainless louts." He turned inquiringly toward Charming +Billy and nodded his head toward the door. Billy, stooping +unsteadily for his hat which he discovered under his feet, followed +him meekly out.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2> +<h3>"<i>Till Hell's a Skating-rink.</i>"</h3> +<p>Charming Billy opened his eyes slowly, but with every sense at +the normal degree of alertness; which was a way he had, born of +light sleeping and night-watching. He had slept heavily, from the +feel of his head, and he remembered the unwisdom of drinking four +glasses of whisky and then changing irresponsibly to beer. He had +not undressed, it would seem, and he was lying across the middle of +a bed with his spurred boots hanging over the edge. A red comforter +had been thrown across him, and he wondered why. He looked around +the room and discovered Mr. Dill seated in a large, cane +rocker—which was unquestionably not big enough for his huge +person—his feet upon another chair and his hands folded +inertly on his drawn-up knees. He was asleep, with his head lying +against the chair-back and his face more melancholy than ever and +more wistful. His eyes, Billy observed, were deep-sunk and +dark-ringed. He sat up suddenly—did Billy, and threw off the +cover with some vehemence. "Darn me for a drunken chump!" he +exclaimed, and clanked over to the chair.</p> +<p>"Here, Dilly"—to save the life of him he could not refrain +from addressing him so—"why in thunder didn't yuh kick me +awake, and make me get off your bed? What did yuh let me do it +for—and you setting up all night—oh, this is sure a +hell of a note!"</p> +<p>Mr. Dill opened his eyes, stared blankly and came back from his +dreaming. "You were so—so impatient when I tried to get you +up," he explained in a tired voice. "And you had a way of laying +your hands on your revolver when I insisted. It seems you took me +for a shepherd and were very unfriendly; so I thought it best to +let you stay as you were, but I'm afraid you were not very +comfortable. One can rest so much better between sheets. You would +not," he added plaintively, "even permit me to take your boots off +for you."</p> +<p>Charming Billy sat down upon the edge of the bed, all tousled as +he was, and stared abstractedly at Mr. Dill. Perhaps he had never +before felt so utterly disgusted with himself, or realized so +keenly his shortcomings. Not even the girl had humbled him so +completely as had this long, lank, sinfully grammatical man from +Michigan.</p> +<p>"You've sure got me where I live, Dilly," he said slowly and +haltingly, feeling mechanically for the makings of a smoke. +"Charming Billy Boyle ain't got a word to say for himself. But if +yuh ain't plumb sick and disgusted with the spectacle I've made uh +myself, yuh can count on me till hell's a skating-rink. I ain't +always thisaway. I do have spells when I'm some lucid."</p> +<p>It was not much, but such as it was it stood for his oath of +allegiance.</p> +<p>Alexander P. Dill sat up straight, his long, bony +fingers—which Billy could still mentally see gripping the +necks of those two in the saloon—lying loosely upon the +chair-arms. "I hope you will not mention the matter again," he +said. "I realize that this is not Michigan, and that the +temptations are—But we will not discuss it. I shall be very +grateful for your friendship, and—"</p> +<p>"Grateful!" snorted Billy, spilling tobacco on the strip of +faded ingrain carpet before the bed. "Grateful—hell!"</p> +<p>Mr. Dill looked at him a moment and there was a certain keen +man-measuring behind the wistfulness. But he said no more about the +friendship of Charming Billy Boyle, which was as well.</p> +<p>That is why the two of them later sat apart on the sunny side of +the hotel "office"—which was also a saloon—and talked +of many things, but chiefly of the cattle industry as Montana knows +it and of the hopes and the aims of Alexander P. Dill. Perhaps, +also, that is why Billy breathed clean of whisky and had the bulk +of his winter wages still unspent in his pocket.</p> +<p>"Looks to me," he was saying between puffs, "like you'd uh +stayed back where yuh knew the lay uh the land, instead uh drifting +out here where it's all plumb strange to yuh."</p> +<p>"Well, several incidents influenced my actions," Mr. Dill +explained quietly. "I had always lived within twenty miles of my +birthplace. I owned a general store in a little place near the old +farm, and did well. The farm paid well, also. Then mother died and +the place did not seem quite the same. A railroad was built through +the town and the land I owned there rose enormously in value. I had +a splendid location for a modern store but I could not seem to make +up my mind to change. So I sold out everything—store, land, +the home farm and all, and received a good figure—a +<i>very</i> good figure. I was very fortunate in owning practically +the whole townsite—the new townsite, that is. I do not like +these so-called booms, however, and so I left to begin somewhere +else. I did not care to enter the mercantile business again, and +our doctor advised me to live as much as possible in the open air. +Mother died of consumption. So I decided to come West and buy a +cattle ranch. I believed I should like it. I always liked +animals."</p> +<p>"Uh-huh—so do I." It was not just what Charming Billy most +wanted to say, but that much was perfectly safe, and noncommittal +to say.</p> +<p>Mr. Dill was silent a minute, looking speculatively across to +the Hardup Saloon which was practically empty and therefore quite +peaceful. Billy, because long living on the range made silence +easy, smoked and said nothing.</p> +<p>"Mr. Boyle," began Dill at last, in the hesitating way that he +had used when Billy first met him, "you say you know this country, +and have worked at cattle-raising for a good many years—"</p> +<p>"Twelve," supplemented Charming Billy. "Turned my first cow when +I was sixteen."</p> +<p>"So you must be perfectly familiar with the business. I frankly +admit that I am not familiar with it. You say you are at present +out of employment and so I am thinking seriously of offering you a +position myself, as confidential adviser if you like. I really need +some one who can accompany me about the country and keep me from +such deplorable blunders as was yesterday's experience. After I +have bought a place, I shall need some one who is familiar with the +business and will honestly work for my interests and assist me in +the details until I have myself gained a practical +working-knowledge of it. I think I can make such an arrangement to +your advantage as well as my own. From the start the salary would +be what is usually paid to a foreman. What do you say?"</p> +<p>For an appreciable space Charming Billy Boyle did not say a +word. He was not stupid and he saw in a flash all the possibilities +that lay in the offer. To be next the very top—to have his +say in the running of a model cow-outfit—and it should be a +model outfit if he took charge, for he had ideas of his own about +how these things should be done—to be foreman, with the right +to "hire and fire" at his own discretion—He turned, flushed +and bright-eyed, to Dill.</p> +<p>"God knows why yuh cut <i>me</i> out for the job," he said in a +rather astonished voice. "What you've seen uh me, so far, ain't +been what I'd call a gilt-edge recommend. But if you're fool enough +to mean it serious, it's as I told yuh a while back: Yuh can count +on me till they're cutting figure-eights all over hell."</p> +<p>"That, according to the scientists who are willing to concede +the existence of such a place, will be quite as long as I shall be +likely to have need of your loyalty," observed Mr. Dill, puckering +his long face into the first smile Billy had seen him attempt.</p> +<p>He did not intimate the fact that he had inquired very closely +into the record and the general range qualifications of Charming +Billy Boyle, sounding, for that purpose, every responsible man in +Hardup. With the new-born respect for him bred by his peculiarly +efficacious way of handling those who annoyed him beyond the limit, +he was told the truth and recognized it as such. So he was not +really as rash and as given over to his impulses as Billy, in his +ignorance of the man, fancied.</p> +<p>The modesty of Billy would probably have been shocked if he had +heard the testimony of his fellows concerning him. As it was, he +was rather dazed and a good deal inclined to wonder how Alexander +P. Dill had ever managed to accumulate enough capital to start +anything—let alone a cow-outfit—if he took on trust +every man he met. He privately believed that Dill had taken a long +chance, and that he should consider himself very lucky because he +had accidentally picked a man who would not "steal him blind."</p> +<hr /> +<p>After that there were many days of riding to and fro, canvassing +all northern Montana in search of a location and an outfit that +suited them and that could be bought. And in the riding, Mr. Dill +became under the earnest tutelage of Charming Billy a shade less +ignorant of range ways and of the business of "raising wild cattle +for the Eastern markets."</p> +<p>He even came to speak quite easily of "outfits" in all the nice +shades of meaning which are attached to that hard-worked term. He +could lay the saddle-blanket smooth and unwrinkled, slap the saddle +on and cinch it without fixing it either upon the withers or upon +the rump of his long-suffering mount. He could swing his quirt +without damaging his own person, and he rode with his stirrups +where they should be to accommodate the length of him—all of +which speaks eloquently of the honest intentions of Dill's +confidential adviser.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> +<h3><i>Just a Day-dream.</i></h3> +<p>Charming Billy rode humped over the saddle-horn, as rides one +whose mind feels the weight of unpleasant thoughts. Twice he had +glanced uncertainly at his companion, opening his lips for speech; +twice he had closed them silently and turned again to the uneven +trail.</p> +<p>Mr. Dill also was humped forward in the saddle, but if one might +judge from his face it was because he was cold. The wind blew chill +from out the north and they were facing it; the trail they followed +was frozen hard and the gray clouds above promised snow. The +cheek-bones of Dill were purple and the point of his long nose was +very red. Tears stood in his eyes, whipped there by the biting +wind.</p> +<p>"How far are we now from town?" he asked dispiritedly.</p> +<p>"Only about five miles," Billy cheered. Then, as if trivial +speech had made easier what he had in mind to say, he turned +resolutely toward the other. "Yuh expect to meet old man Robinson +there, don't yuh?"</p> +<p>"That was the arrangement, as I understood it"</p> +<p>"And you're thinking strong of buying him out?"</p> +<p>"His place appeals to me more than any of the others, +and—yes, it seems to me that I can't do better." Mr. Dill +turned the collar of his coat up a bit farther—or fancied he +did so—and looked questioningly at Billy.</p> +<p>"Yuh gave me leave to advise yuh where yuh needed it," Billy +said almost challengingly, "and I'm going to call yuh, right here +and now. If yuh take my advice yuh won't go making medicine with +old Robinson any more. He'll do yuh, sure. He's asking yuh double +what the outfit's worth. They <i>all</i> are. It looks to me like +they think you're just out here to get rid of your pile and the +bigger chunk they can pry loose from yuh the better. I was going to +put yuh next before this, only yuh didn't seem to take to any uh +the places real serious, so it wasn't necessary."</p> +<p>"I realize that one cannot buy land and cattle for nothing," +Dill chuckled. "It seemed to me that, compared with the prices +others have asked, Mr. Robinson's offer was very reasonable."</p> +<p>"It may be lower than Jacobs and Wilter, but that don't make it +right."</p> +<p>"Well, there were the Two Sevens"—he meant the +Seventy-Seven, but that was a mere detail—"I didn't get to +see the owner, you know. I have written East, however, and should +hear from him in a few days."</p> +<p>"Yuh ain't likely to do business with <i>that</i> layout, +because I don't believe they'd sell at any price. Old Robinson is +the washout yuh want to ride around at present; I ain't worrying +about the rest, right now. He's a smooth old devil, and he'll do +yuh sure."</p> +<p>To this Mr. Dill made no reply whatever. He fumbled the +fastenings on his coon-skin coat, tried to pull his cap lower and +looked altogether unhappy. And Charming Billy, not at ail sure that +his advice would be taken or his warning heeded, stuck the spurs +into his horse and set a faster pace reflecting gloomily upon the +trials of being confidential adviser to one who, in a perfectly +mild and good-mannered fashion, goes right along doing pretty much +as he pleases.</p> +<p>It made him think, somehow, of Miss Bridger and the way she had +forced him to take his gun with him when he had meant to leave it. +She was like Dill in that respect: nice and good-natured and +smiling—only Dill smiled but seldom—and yet always +managing to make you give up your own wishes. He wished vaguely +that the wanderings of Dill would bring them back to the +Double-Crank country, instead of leading them always farther +afield. He did not, however, admit openly to himself that he wanted +to see Miss Bridger again; yet he did permit himself to wonder if +she ever played coon-can with any one else, or if she had already +forgotten the game. Probably she had, and—well, a good many +other things that he remembered quite distinctly.</p> +<p>Later, when they had reached town, were warmed and fed and when +even Billy was thinking seriously of sleep, Dill came over and sat +down beside him solemnly, folded his bony hands upon knees quite as +bony, regarded pensively the generously formed foot dangling some +distance before him and smiled his puckered smile.</p> +<p>"I have been wondering, William, if you had not some plan of +your own concerning this cattle-raising business, which you think +is better than mine but which you hesitate to express. If you have, +I hope you will feel quite free to—er—lay it before the +head of the firm. It may interest you to know that I have, as you +would put it, 'failed to connect' with Mr. Robinson. So, if you +have any ideas—"</p> +<p>"Oh, I'm burning up with 'em," Charming Billy retorted in a way +he meant to be sarcastic, but which Mr. Dill took quite +seriously.</p> +<p>"Then I hope you won't hesitate—"</p> +<p>"Now look here, Dilly," expostulated he, between puffs. +"Recollect, it's <i>your</i> money that's going to feed the +birds—and it's your privilege to throw it out to suit +yourself. Uh course, I might day-dream about the way I'd start into +the cow-business if I was a millionaire—"</p> +<p>"I'm not a millionaire," Mr. Dill hastened to correct. "A couple +of hundred thousand or so, is about all—"</p> +<p>"Well, a fellow don't have to pin himself down to just so many +dollars and cents—not when he's building himself a pet dream. +And if a fellow dreams about starting up an outfit of his own, it +don't prove he'd make it stick in reality." The tone of Billy, +however, did not express any doubt.</p> +<p>Mr. Dill untangled his legs, crossed them the other way and +regarded the other dangling foot. "I should like very much," he +hinted mildly, "to have you tell me this—er—day-dream, +as you call it."</p> +<p>So Charming Billy, tilted back in his chair and watching with +half-shut eyes the intangible smoke-wreath from his cigarette, +found words for his own particular air-castle which he had builded +on sunny days when the Double-Crank herds grazed peacefully around +him; or on stormy nights when he sat alone in the line-camp and +played solitaire with the mourning wind crooning accompaniment; or +on long rides alone, when the trail was plain before him and the +grassland stretched away and away to a far sky-line, and the white +clouds sailed sleepily over his head and about him the meadowlarks +sang. And while he found the words, he somehow forgot Dill, long +and lean and lank, listening beside him, and spoke more freely than +he had meant to do when Dill first opened the subject a few minutes +before.</p> +<p>"Recollect, this is just a day-dream," he began. "But, if I was +a millionaire, or if I had two hundred thousand dollars—and +to me they don't sound much different—I'd sure start a +cow-outfit right away immediately at once. But I wouldn't buy out +nobody; I'd go right back and start like they did—if they're +real old-timers. I'd go down south into Texas and I'd buy me a +bunch uh two-year-olds and bring 'em up here, and turn 'em loose on +the best piece of open range I know—and I know a peach. In a +year or so I'd go back and do the same again, and I'd keep it up +whilst my money held out I'd build me a home ranch back somewheres +in a draw in the hills, where there's lots uh water and lots uh +shelter, and I'd get a bunch uh men that savvied cow-brutes, put +'em on horses that wouldn't trim down their self-respect every time +they straddled 'em, and then I'd just ride around and watch myself +get rich. And—" He stopped and dreamed silently over his +cigarette.</p> +<p>"And then?" urged Mr. Dill, after a moment.</p> +<p>"And then—I'd likely get married, and raise a bunch uh +boys to carry on the business when I got old and fat, and too damn' +lazy to ride off a walk."</p> +<p>Mr. Dill took three minutes to weigh the matter. Then, musingly: +"I'm not sure about the boys. I'm not a marrying man, +myself—but just giving a snap judgment on the other part of +it, I will say it sounds—well, feasible."</p> +<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2> +<h3><i>The "Double-Crank."</i></h3> +<p>The weeks that followed immediately after bulged big with the +things which Billy must do or have done. For to lie on one's back +in the sun with one's hat pulled low, dreaming lazily and with +minute detail the perfect supervision of a model cow-outfit from +its very inception up through the buying of stock and the building +of corrals and the breaking of horses to the final shipping of +great trainloads of sleek beef, is one thing; to start out in +reality to do all that, with the hundred little annoyances and +hindrances which come not to one's dreaming in the sun, is +something quite different.</p> +<p>But with all the perplexities born of his changed condition and +the responsibility it brought him, Billy rejoiced in the work and +airily planned the years to come—years in which he would lead +Alexander P. Dill straight into the ranks of the Western +millionaires; years when the sun of prosperity would stand always +straight overhead, himself a Joshua who would, by his uplifted +hands, keep it there with never a cloud to dim the glory of its +light.</p> +<p>For the first time in his life he rode over Texas prairies and +lost thereby some ideals and learned many things, the while he +spent more money than he had ever owned—or ever expected to +own—as the preliminary to making his pet dream come true; +truth to tell, it mattered little to Billy Boyle whether his dream +came true for himself or for another, so long as he himself were +the chief magician.</p> +<p>So it was with a light heart that he swung down from the train +at Tower, after his homing flight, and saw Dill, conspicuous as a +flagstaff, waiting for him on the platform, his face puckered into +a smile of welcome and his bony fingers extended ready to grip +painfully the hand of Charming Billy.</p> +<p>"I'm very glad to see you back, William," he greeted earnestly. +"I hope you are well, and that you met with no misfortune while you +were away. I have been very anxious for your return, as I need your +advice upon a matter which seems to me of prime importance. I did +not wish to make any decisive move until I had consulted with you, +and time is pressing. Did you—er—buy as many cattle as +you expected to get?" It seemed to Billy that there was an anxious +note in his voice. "Your letters were too few and too brief to keep +me perfectly informed of your movements."</p> +<p>"Why, everything was lovely at my end uh the trail, +Dilly—only I fell down on them four thousand two-year-olds. +Parts uh the country was quarantined for scab, and I went way +around them places. And I was too late to see the cattlemen in a +bunch when they was at the Association—only you ain't likely +to savvy that part uh the business—and had to chase 'em all +over the country. Uh course it was my luck to have 'em stick their +prices up on the end of a pole, where I didn't feel like climbing +after 'em. So I only contracted for a couple uh thousand to be laid +down in Billings somewhere between the first and the tenth of June, +at twenty-one dollars a head. It was the best I could do this +year—but next winter I can go down earlier, before the other +buyers beat me to it, and do a lot better. Don't yuh worry, Dilly; +it ain't serious."</p> +<p>On the contrary, Dill looked relieved, and Billy could not help +noticing it. His own face clouded a little. Perhaps Dill had lost +his money, or the bulk of it, and they couldn't do all the things +they had meant to do, after all; how else, thought Billy uneasily, +could he look like that over what should ordinarily be something of +a disappointment? He remembered that Dill, after the workings of +the cattle business from the very beginning had been painstakingly +explained to him just before Billy started south, had been anxious +to get at least four thousand head of young stock on the range that +spring. Something must have gone wrong. Maybe a bank had gone +busted or something like that. Billy stole a glance up at the +other, shambling silently along beside him, and decided that +something had certainly happened—and on the heels of that he +remembered oddly that he had felt almost exactly like this when +Miss Bridger had asked him to show her where was the coffee, and +there <i>wasn't</i> any coffee. There was the same heavy feeling in +his chest, and the same—</p> +<p>"I wrote you a letter three or four days ago—on the third, +to be exact," Dill was saying. "I don't suppose it reached you, +however. I was going to have you meet me in Hardup; but then your +telegram was forwarded to me there and I came on here at once. I +only arrived this morning. I think that after we have something to +eat we would better start out immediately, unless you have other +plans. I drove over in a rig, and as the horses have rested several +hours and are none the worse for the drive, I think we can easily +make the return trip this afternoon."</p> +<p>"You're the doctor," assented Billy briefly, more uneasy than +before and yet not quite at the point of asking questions. In his +acquaintance with Dill he had learned that it was not always wise +to question too closely; where Dill wished to give his confidence +he gave it freely, but beyond the limit he had fixed for himself +was a stone wall, masked by the flowers, so to speak, of his +unfailing courtesy. Billy had once or twice inadvertently located +that wall.</p> +<p>A great depression seized upon him and made him quite +indifferent to the little pleasures of homecoming; of seeing the +grass green and velvety and hearing the familiar notes of the +meadow-larks and the curlews. The birds had not returned when he +went away, and now the air was musical with them. Driving over the +prairies seemed fairly certain of being anything but pleasant +to-day, with Dill doubled awkwardly in the seat beside him, +carrying on an intermittent monologue of trivial stuff to which +Billy scarcely listened. He could feel that there was something at +the back of it all, and that was enough for him at present. He was +not even anxious now to hear just what was the form of the disaster +which had overtaken them.</p> +<p>"While you were away," Dill began at last in the tone that +braces one instinctively for the worst, "I met accidentally a man +of whom I had heard, but whom I had not seen. In the course of our +casual conversation he discovered that I was about to launch myself +and my capital into the cattle-business, whereupon he himself made +me an offer which I felt should not be lightly brushed aside."</p> +<p>"They all did!" Billy could not help flinging out +half-resentfully, when he remembered that but for his timely +interference Dill would have been gulled more than once.</p> +<p>"I admit that in my ignorance some offers advantageous only to +those who made them appealed to me strongly. But I believe you will +agree with me that this is different. In this case I am offered a +full section of land, with water-rights, buildings, corrals, +horses, wagons and all improvements necessary to the running of a +good outfit, and ten thousand head of mixed cattle, just as they +are now running loose on the range, for three hundred thousand +dollars. I need only pay half this amount down, a five-year +mortgage at eight per cent. on the property covering the remainder, +to be paid in five yearly installments, falling due after shipping +time. Now that you did not buy as much young stock as we at first +intended, I can readily make the first payment on this place and +have left between ten and twelve thousand dollars to carry us along +until we begin to get some returns from the investment I am anxious +to have you look over the proposition, and tell me what you think +of it. If you are in favor of buying, we can have immediate +possession; ten days after the deal is closed, I think the man +said."</p> +<p>Billy tilted his hat-brim a bit to keep the sun from his eyes, +and considered gravely the proposition. It was a great relief to +discover that his fears were groundless and that it was only +another scheme of Dilly's; another snare which he, perhaps, would +be compelled, in Dill's interest, to move aside. He put the reins +down between his knees and gripped them tightly while he made a +cigarette. It was not until he was pinching the end shut that he +spoke.</p> +<p>"If it's as you say"—and he meant no offense—"it +looks like a good thing, all right. But yuh can't most always tell. +I'd have to see it—say, yuh might tell me where this bonanza +is, and what's the name uh the brand. If it's anywheres around here +I ought to know the place, all right."</p> +<p>Alexander P. Dill must, after all, have had some sense of humor; +his eyes lost their melancholy enough almost to twinkle. "Well, the +owner's name is Brown," he said slowly. "I believe they call the +brand the Double-Crank. It is located—"</p> +<p>"Located—hell!—do yuh think <i>I</i> don't know?" +The cigarette, ready to light as it was, slipped from Billy's +fingers and dropped unheeded over the wheel to the brown trail +below. He took the reins carefully from between his knees, +straightened one that had become twisted and turned out upon the +prairie to avoid a rough spot where a mud-puddle had dried in hard +ridges. Beyond, he swung back again, leaned and flicked an early +horse-fly from the ribs of the off-horse, touched the other one up +a bit with his whip and settled back at ease, tilting his hat at +quite another angle.</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Oh, where have yuh been, Billy boy, Billy boy?</p> +<p>Oh, where have yuh been, charming Billy?"</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>He hummed, in a care-free way that would have been perfectly +maddening to any one with nerves.</p> +<p>"I suppose I am to infer from your silence that you do not take +kindly to the proposition," observed Mr. Dill, in a colorless tone +which betrayed the fact that he did have nerves.</p> +<p>"I can take a josh, all right," Billy stopped singing long +enough to say. "For a steady-minded cuss, yuh do have surprising +streaks, Dilly, and that's a fact. Yuh sprung it on me mighty +smooth, for not having much practice—I'll say that for +yuh."</p> +<p>Mr. Dill looked hurt. "I hope you do not seriously think that I +would joke upon a matter of business," he protested.</p> +<p>"Well, I know old Brown pretty tolerable well—and I ain't +accusing him uh ribbing up a big josh on yuh. He ain't that +brand."</p> +<p>"I must confess I fail to get your point of view," said Mr. +Dill, with just a hint of irascibility in his voice. "There is no +joke unless you are forcing one upon me now. Mr. Brown made me a +bona-fide offer, and I have made a small deposit to hold it until +you came and I could consult you. We have three days left in which +to decide for or against it. It is all perfectly straight, I assure +you."</p> +<p>Billy took time to consider this possibility. "Well, in that +case, and all jokes aside, I'd a heap rather have the running uh +the Double-Crank than be President and have all the newspapers +hollering how 'President Billy Boyle got up at eight this morning +and had ham-and-eggs for his breakfast, and then walked around the +block with the Queen uh England hanging onto his left arm,' or +anything like that But what I can't seem to get percolated through +me is why, in God's name, the Double-Crank wants to sell."</p> +<p>"That," Mr. Dill remarked, his business instincts uppermost, "it +seems to me, need not concern us—seeing that they <i>will</i> +sell, and at a price we can handle."</p> +<p>"I reckon you're right. Would yuh mind saying over the details +uh the offer again?"</p> +<p>"Mr. Brown"—Dill cleared his throat—"offered to sell +me a full section of land, extending from the line-fence of the +home ranch, east—"</p> +<p>"Uh-huh—now what the devil's his idea in that?" Billy cut +in earnestly. "The Double-Crank owns about three or four miles uh +bottom land, up the creek west uh the home ranch. Wonder why he +wants to hold that out?"</p> +<p>"I'm sure I do not know," answered Dill. "He did not mention +that to me, but confined himself, naturally, to what he was willing +to sell."</p> +<p>"Oh it don't matter. And all the range stuff, yuh said—ten +thousand head, and—"</p> +<p>"I believe he is reserving some thoroughbred stock which he has +bought in the last year or two. The stock on the range—the +regular range grade-stock—all goes, as well as the +saddle-horses."</p> +<p>"Must be the widow said yes and wants him to settle down and be +a gentle farmer," decided Billy after a moment.</p> +<p>"We will meet him in Hardup to-night or to-morrow," Dill +observed, as if he were anxious to decide the matter finally. "Do +you think we would better buy?" It was one of his little courteous +ways to say "we" in discussing a business transaction, just as +though Billy were one of the firm.</p> +<p>"Buy? You bet your life we'll buy! I wisht the papers was all +signed up and in your inside pocket right now, Dilly. I'm going to +get heart failure the worst kind if there's any hitch. Lord, what +luck!"</p> +<p>"Then, we will consider the matter as definitely settled," said +Dill, with a sigh of satisfaction. "Brown cannot rescind +now—there is my deposit to bind the bargain. I will say I +should have been sorely disappointed if you had not shown that you +favored the idea. It seems to me to be just what we want."</p> +<p>"Oh—that part. But it seems to <i>me</i> that old Brown is +sure locoed to give us a chance at the outfit. He's gone plumb +silly. His friends oughta appoint a guardian over him—only I +hope they won't get action till this deal is cinched tight." With +that, Billy relapsed into crooning his ditty. But there were odd +breaks when he stopped short in the middle of a line and forgot to +finish, and there was more than one cigarette wasted by being +permitted to go cold and then being chewed abstractedly until it +nearly fell to pieces.</p> +<p>Beside him, Alexander P. Dill, folded loosely together in the +seat, caressed his knees and stared unseeingly at the trail ahead +of them and said never a word for more than an hour.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER X.</h2> +<h3><i>The Day We Celebrate.</i></h3> +<p>The days that followed were to Billy much like a delicious +dream. Sometimes he stopped short and wondered uneasily if he would +wake up pretty soon to find that he was still an exile from the +Double-Crank, wandering with Dill over the country in search of a +location. Sometimes he laughed aloud unexpectedly, and said, +"Hell!" in a chuckling undertone when came fresh realization of the +miracle. But mostly he was an exceedingly busy young man, with +hands and brain too full of the stress of business to do much +wondering.</p> +<p>They were in possession of the Double-Crank, now—he in +full charge, walking the path which his own feet, when he was +merely a "forty-dollar puncher," had helped wear deep to the stable +and corrals; giving orders where he had been wont to receive them; +riding horses which he had long completed, but which had heretofore +been kept sacred to the use of Jawbreaker and old Brown himself; +eating and sleeping in the house with Dill instead of making one of +the crowd in the bunk-house; ordering the coming and going of the +round-up crew and tasting to the full the joys—and the +sorrows—of being "head push" where he had for long been +content to serve. Truly, the world had changed amazingly for one +Charming Billy Boyle.</p> +<p>Most of the men he had kept on, for he liked them well and they +had faith to believe that success would not spoil him. The Pilgrim +he had promised himself the pleasure of firing bodily off the ranch +within an hour of his first taking control—but the Pilgrim +had not waited. He had left the ranch with the Old Man and where he +had gone did not concern Billy at the time. For there was the +shipment of young stock from the South to meet and drive up to the +home range, and there was the calf round-up to start on time, and +after all the red tape of buying the outfit and turning over the +stock had been properly wound up, time was precious in the extreme +through May and June and well into July.</p> +<p>But habit is strong upon a man even after the conditions which +bred the habit have utterly changed. One privilege had been always +kept inviolate at the Double-Crank, until it had come to be looked +upon as an inalienable right. The Glorious Fourth had been +celebrated, come rain, come shine. Usually the celebration was so +generous that it did not stop at midnight; anywhere within a week +was considered permissible, a gradual tapering off—not to say +sobering up—being the custom with the more hilarious +souls.</p> +<p>When Dill with much solemnity tore off June from the calendar in +the dining room—the calendar with Custer's Last Charge +rioting redly above the dates—Billy, home for a day from the +roundup, realized suddenly that time was on the high lope; at +least, that is how he put it to Dill.</p> +<p>"Say, Dilly, we sure got to jar loose from getting rich long +enough to take in that picnic over to Bluebell Grove. Didn't know +there was a picnic or a Bluebell Grove? Well now, there is. Over on +Horned-Toad Creek—nice, pretty name to go with the grove, +ain't it?—they've got a patch uh shade big over as my hat. +Right back up on the hill is the schoolhouse where they do their +dancing, and they've got a table or two and a swing for the kids to +fall outa—and they call it Bluebell Grove because yuh never +saw a bluebell within ten mile uh the place. That's where the +general round-up for the Fourth is pulled off this year—so +Jim Bleeker was telling me this morning. We sure got to be present, +Dilly."</p> +<p>"I'm afraid I'm not the sort of man to shine in society, +William," dissented the other modestly. "You can go, +and—"</p> +<p>"Don't yuh never <i>dance</i>?" Billy eyed him speculatively. A +man under fifty—and Dill might be anywhere between thirty and +forty—who had two sound legs and yet did not dance!</p> +<p>"Oh, I used to, after a fashion. But my feet are so far off that +I find communication with them necessarily slow, and they have a +habit of embarking in wild ventures of their own. I do not believe +they are really popular with the feminine element, William. And so +I'd rather—"</p> +<p>"Aw, you'll have to go and try it a whirl, anyhow. We ain't any +of us experts. Yuh see, the boys have been accustomed to having the +wheels of industry stop revolving on the Fourth, and turning kinda +wobbly for four or five days after. I don't feel like trying to +break 'em in to keep on working—do you?"</p> +<p>"To use your own term," said Dill, suddenly reckless of his +diction, "you're sure the doctor."</p> +<p>"Well, then, the proper dope for this case is, all hands show up +at the picnic." He picked up his hat from the floor, slapped it +twice against his leg to remove the dust, pinched the crown into +four dents, set it upon his head at a jaunty angle and went out, +singing softly:</p> +<p>"She's a young thing, and cannot leave her mother."</p> +<p>Dill, looking after him, puckered his face into what passed with +him for a smile. "I wonder now," he meditated aloud, "if William is +not thinking of some particular young lady who—er—who +'cannot leave her mother'." If he had only known it, William was; +he was also wondering whether she would be at the picnic. And if +she were at the picnic, would she remember him? He had only seen +her that one night—and to him it seemed a very long while +ago. He thought, however, that he might be able to recall himself +to her mind—supposing she had forgotten. It was a long time +ago, he kept reminding himself, and the light was poor and he +hadn't shaved for a week—he had always afterward realized +that with much mental discomfort—and he really did look a lot +different when he had on his "war-togs," by which he meant his best +clothes. He wouldn't blame her at all if she passed him up for a +stranger, just at first. A great deal more he thought on the same +subject, and quite as foolishly.</p> +<p>Because of much thinking on the subject, when he and Dill rode +down the trail which much recent passing had made unusually dusty, +with the hot sunlight of the Fourth making the air quiver palpably +around them; with the cloudless blue arching hotly over their heads +and with the four by six cotton flag flying an involuntary signal +of distress—on account of its being hastily raised +bottom-side-up and left that way—and beckoning them from the +little clump of shade below, the heart of Charming Billy Boyle beat +unsteadily under the left pocket of his soft, cream-colored silk +shirt, and the cheeks of him glowed red under the coppery tan. Dill +was not the sort of man who loves fast riding and they ambled along +quite decorously—"like we was headed for prayer-meeting with +a singing-book under each elbow," thought Billy, secretly resentful +of the pace.</p> +<p>"I reckon there'll be quite a crowd," he remarked wistfully. "I +see a good many horses staked out already."</p> +<p>Dill nodded absently, and Billy took to singing his pet ditty; +one must do something when one is covering the last mile of a +journey toward a place full of all sorts of delightful +possibilities—and covering that mile at a shambling trot +which is truly maddening.</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"She can make a punkin pie quick's a cat can wink her eye,</p> +<p>She's a young thing, and cannot leave her mother!"</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>"But, of course," observed Mr. Dill quite unexpectedly, "you +know, William, time will remedy that drawback."</p> +<p>Billy started, looked suspiciously at the other, grew rather red +and shut up like a clam. He did more; he put the spurs to his horse +and speedily hid himself in a dust-cloud, so that Dill, dutifully +keeping pace with him, made a rather spectacular arrival whether he +would or no.</p> +<p>Charming Billy, his hat carefully dimpled, his blue tie +fastidiously knotted and pierced with the Klondyke nugget-pin which +was his only ornament, wandered hastily through the assembled +groups and slapped viciously at mosquitoes. Twice he shied at a +flutter of woman-garments, retreated to a respectable distance and +reconnoitred with a fine air of indifference, to find that the +flutter accompanied the movements of some girl for whom he cared +not at all.</p> +<p>In his nostrils was the indefinable, unmistakable picnic +odor—the odor of crushed grasses and damp leaf-mould stirred +by the passing of many feet, the mingling of cheap perfumes and +starched muslin and iced lemonade and sandwiches; in his ears the +jumble of laughter and of holiday speech, the squealing of children +in a mob around the swing, the protesting squeak of the ropes as +they swung high, the snorting of horses tied just outside the +enchanted ground. And through the tree-tops he could glimpse the +range-land lying asleep in the hot sunlight, unchanged, uncaring, +with the wild range-cattle feeding leisurely upon the slopes and +lifting heads occasionally to snuff suspiciously the unwonted +sounds and smells that drifted up to them on vagrant breezes.</p> +<p>He introduced Dill to four or five men whom he thought might be +congenial, left him talking solemnly with a man who at some +half-forgotten period had come from Michigan, and wandered +aimlessly on through the grove. Fellows there were in plenty whom +he knew, but he passed them with a brief word or two. Truth to +tell, for the most part they were otherwise occupied and had no +time for him.</p> +<p>He loitered over to the swing, saw that the enthusiasts who were +making so much noise were all youngsters under fifteen or so and +that they hailed his coming with a joy tinged with self-interest. +He rose to the bait of one dark-eyed miss who had her hair done in +two braids crossed and tied close to her head with +red-white-and-blue ribbon, and who smiled alluringly and somewhat +toothlessly and remarked that she liked to go 'way, '<i>way</i> up +till it most turned over, and that it didn't scare her a bit. He +swung her almost into hysterics and straightway found himself +exceedingly popular with other braided-and-tied young misses. +Charming Billy never could tell afterward how long or how many he +swung 'way, '<i>way</i> up; he knew that he pushed and pushed until +his arms ached and the hair on his forehead became unpleasantly +damp under his hat.</p> +<p>"That'll just about have to do yuh, kids," he rebelled suddenly +and left them, anxiously patting his hair and generally resettling +himself as he went. Once more in a dispirited fashion he threaded +the crowd, which had grown somewhat larger, side-stepped a group +which called after him, and went on down to the creek.</p> +<p>"I'm about the limit, I guess," he told himself irritably. "Why +the dickens didn't I have the sense and nerve to ride over and ask +her straight out if she was coming? I coulda drove her over, +maybe—if she'd come with me. I coulda took the bay team and +top-buggy, and done the thing right. I coulda—hell, there's a +<i>heap</i> uh things I coulda done that would uh been a lot more +wise than what I did do! Maybe she ain't coming at all, +and—"</p> +<p>On the heels of that he saw a spring-wagon, come rattling down +the trail across the creek. There were two seats full, and two +parasols were bobbing seductively, and one of them was blue. "I'll +bet a dollar that's them now," murmured Billy, and once more felt +anxiously of his hair where it had gone limp under his hat. "Darned +kids—they'd uh kept me there till I looked like I'd been +wrassling calves half a day," went with the patting. He turned and +went briskly through an empty and untrampled part of the grove to +the place where the wagon would be most likely to stop. "I'm sure +going to make good to-day or—" And a little +farther—"What if it ain't <i>them</i>?"</p> +<p>Speedily he discovered that it was "them," and at the same time +he discovered something else which pleased him not at all. Dressed +with much care, so that even Billy must reluctantly own him +good-looking enough, and riding so close to the blue parasol that +his horse barely escaped grazing a wheel, was the Pilgrim. He +glared at Billy in unfriendly fashion and would have shut him off +completely from approach to the wagon; but a shining milk can, left +carelessly by a bush, caught the eye of his horse, and after that +the Pilgrim was very busy riding erratically in circles and trying +to keep in touch with his saddle.</p> +<p>Billy, grown surprisingly bold, went straight to where the blue +parasol was being closed with dainty deliberation. "A little more, +and you'd have been late for dinner," he announced, smiling up at +her, and held out his eager arms. Diplomacy, perhaps, should have +urged him to assist the other lady first—but Billy Boyle was +quite too direct to be diplomatic and besides, the other lady was +on the opposite side from him.</p> +<p>Miss Bridger may have been surprised, and she may or may not +have been pleased; Billy could only guess at her +emotions—granting she felt any. But she smiled down at him +and permitted the arms to receive her, and she also +permitted—though with some hesitation—Billy to lead her +straight away from the wagon and its occupants and from the +gyrating Pilgrim to the deep delights of the grove.</p> +<p>"Mr. Walland is a good rider, don't you think?" murmured Miss +Bridger, gazing over her shoulder.</p> +<p>"He's a bird," said Billy evenly, and was polite enough not to +mention what kind of bird. He was wondering what on earth had +brought those two together and why, after that night, Miss Bridger +should be friendly with the Pilgrim; but of these things he said +nothing, though he did find a good deal to say upon pleasanter +subjects.</p> +<p>So far as any one knew, Charming Billy Boyle, while he had done +many things, had never before walked boldly into a picnic crowd +carrying a blue parasol as if it were a rifle and keeping step as +best he might over the humps and hollows of the grove with a young +woman. Many there were who turned and looked again—and these +were the men who knew him best. As for Billy, his whole attitude +was one of determination; he was not particularly +lover-like—had he wanted to be, he would not have known how. +He was resolved to make the most of his opportunities, because they +were likely to be few and because he had an instinct that he should +know the girl better—he had even dreamed foolishly, once or +twice, of some day marrying her. But to clinch all, he had no +notion of letting the Pilgrim offend her by his presence.</p> +<p>So he somehow got her wedged between two fat women at one of the +tables, and stood behind and passed things impartially and ate ham +sandwiches and other indigestibles during the intervals. He had the +satisfaction of seeing the Pilgrim come within ten feet of them, +hover there scowling for a minute or two and then retreat. "He +ain't forgot the licking I gave him," thought Billy vaingloriously, +and hid a smile in the delectable softness of a wedge of cake with +some kind of creamy filling.</p> +<p>"<i>I</i> made that cake," announced Miss Bridger over her +shoulder when she saw what he was eating. "Do you like it as well +as—chicken stew?"</p> +<p>Whereupon Billy murmured incoherently and wished the two fat +women ten miles away. He had not dared—he would never have +dared—refer to that night, or mention chicken stew or prune +pies or even dried apricots in her presence; but with her own hand +she had brushed aside the veil of constraint that had hung between +them.</p> +<p>"I wish I'd thought to bring a prune pie," he told her daringly, +in his eagerness half strangling over a crumb of cake.</p> +<p>"Nobody wants prune pie at a picnic," declared one of the fat +women sententiously. "You might as well bring fried bacon and done +with it."</p> +<p>"Picnics," added the other and fatter woman, "iss for getting +somet'ings t' eat yuh don'd haff every day at home." To point the +moral she reached for a plate of fluted and iced molasses +cakes.</p> +<p>"I <i>love</i> prune pies," asserted Miss Bridger, and laughed +at the snorts which came from either side.</p> +<p>Billy felt himself four inches taller just then. "Give me stewed +prairie-chicken," he stooped to murmur in her ear—or, to be +exact, in the blue bow on her hat.</p> +<p>"Ach, you folks didn'd ought to come to a picnic!" grunted the +fatter woman in disgust.</p> +<p>The two who had the secret between them laughed confidentially, +and Miss Bridger even turned her head away around so that their +eyes could meet and emphasize the joke.</p> +<p>Billy looked down at the big, blue bow and at the soft, blue +ruffly stuff on her shoulders—stuff that was just thin enough +so that one caught elusive suggestions of the soft, pinky flesh +beneath—and wondered vaguely why he had never noticed the +beating in his throat before—and what would happen if he +reached around and tilted back her chin and—"Thunder! I guess +I've sure got 'em, all right!" he brought himself up angrily, and +refrained from carrying the subject farther.</p> +<p>It was rumored that the dancing would shortly begin in the +schoolhouse up the hill, and Billy realized suddenly with some +compunction that he had forgotten all about Dill. "I want to +introduce my new boss to yuh, Miss Bridger," he said when they had +left the table and she was smoothing down the ruffly blue stuff in +an adorably feminine way. "He isn't much just to look at, but he's +the whitest man I ever knew. You wait here a minute and I'll go +find him"—which was a foolish thing for him to do, as he +afterward found out.</p> +<p>For when he had hunted the whole length of the grove, he found +Dill standing like a blasted pine tree in the middle of a circle of +men—men who were married, and so were not wholly taken up +with the feminine element—and he was discoursing to them +earnestly and grammatically upon the capitalistic tendencies of +modern politics. Billy stood and listened long enough to see that +there was no hope of weaning his interest immediately, and then +went back to where he had left Miss Bridger. She was not there. He +looked through the nearest groups, approached one of the fat women, +who was industriously sorting the remains of the feast and +depositing the largest and most attractive pieces of cake in her +own basket, and made bold to inquire if she knew where Miss Bridger +had gone.</p> +<p>"Gone home after some prune pie, I guess maybe," she retorted +quellingly, and Billy asked no farther.</p> +<p>Later he caught sight of a blue flutter in the swing; +investigated and saw that it was Miss Bridger, and that the +Pilgrim, smiling and with his hat set jauntily back on his head, +was pushing the swing. They did not catch sight of Billy for he did +not linger there. He turned short around, walked purposefully out +to the edge of the grove where his horse was feeding at the end of +his rope, picked up the rope and led the horse over to where his +saddle lay on its side, the neatly folded saddle-blanket laid +across it. "Darn it, stand still!" he growled unjustly, when the +horse merely took the liberty of switching a fly off his rump. +Billy picked up the blanket, shook the wrinkles out mechanically, +held it before him ready to lay across the waiting back of Barney; +shook it again, hesitated and threw it violently back upon the +saddle.</p> +<p>"Go on off—I don't want nothing of yuh," he admonished the +horse, which turned and looked at him inquiringly. "I ain't through +yet—I got another chip to put up." He made him a cigarette, +lighted it and strolled nonchalantly back to the grove.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER XI.</h2> +<h3><i>"When I Lift My Eyebrows This Way."</i></h3> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Oh, where have you been, Billy boy, Billy boy?</p> +<p>Oh, where have you been, charming Billy?"</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>Somewhere behind him a daring young voice was singing. Billy +turned with a real start, and when he saw her coming gayly down a +little, brush-hidden path and knew that she was alone, the heart of +him turned a complete somersault—from the feel of it.</p> +<p>"My long friend, Dilly, was busy, and so I—I went to look +after my horse," he explained, his mind somewhat in a jumble. How +came she to be there, and why did she sing those lines? How did she +know that was <i>his</i> song, or—did she really care at all? +And where was the Pilgrim?</p> +<p>"Mr. Walland and I tried the swing, but I don't like it; it made +me horribly dizzy," she said, coming up to him. "Then I went to +find Mama Joy—"</p> +<p>"Who?" Billy had by that time recovered his wits enough to know +just exactly what she said.</p> +<p>"Mama Joy—my stepmother. I call her that. You see, father +wants me to call her mama—he really wanted it mother, but I +couldn't—and she's so young to have me for a daughter, so she +wants me to call her Joy; that's her name. So I call her both and +please them both, I hope. Did you ever study diplomacy, Mr. +Boyle?"</p> +<p>"I never did, but I'm going to start right in," Billy told her, +and half meant it.</p> +<p>"A thorough understanding of the subject is +indispensable—when you have a stepmother—a <i>young</i> +stepmother. You've met her, haven't you?"</p> +<p>"No," said Billy. He did not want to talk about her stepmother, +but he hated to tell her so. "Er—yes, I believe I did see her +once, come to think of it," he added honestly when memory prompted +him.</p> +<p>Miss Bridger laughed, stopped, and laughed again. "How Mama Joy +would <i>hate</i> you if she knew that!" she exclaimed +relishfully.</p> +<p>"Why?"</p> +<p>"Oh, you wait! If ever I tell her that you—that +<i>anybody</i> ever met her and then forgot! Why, she knows the +color of your hair and eyes, and she knows the pattern of that +horsehair hat-band and the size of your boots—she +<i>admires</i> a man whose feet haven't two or three inches for +every foot of his height—she says you wear fives, and you +don't lack much of being six feet tall, and—"</p> +<p>"Oh, for Heaven's sake!" protested Billy, very red and +uncomfortable. "What have I done to yuh that you throw it into me +like that? My hands are up—and they'll stay up if you'll only +quit it."</p> +<p>Miss Bridger looked at him sidelong and laughed to herself. +"That's to pay you for forgetting that you ever met Mama Joy," she +asserted. "I shouldn't be surprised if next week you'll have +forgotten that you ever met <i>me</i>. And if you do, after that +chicken stew—"</p> +<p>"You're a josher," said Billy helplessly, not being prepared to +say just all he thought about the possibility of his forgetting +her. He wished that he understood women better, so that he might +the better cope with the vagaries of this one; and so great was his +ignorance that he never dreamed that every man since Adam had +wished the same thing quite as futilely.</p> +<p>"I'm not going to josh now," she promised, with a quick change +of manner. "You haven't—I <i>know</i> you haven't, but I'll +give you a chance to dissemble—you haven't a partner for the +dance, have you?"</p> +<p>"No. Have you?" Billy did have the courage to say that, though +he dared not say more.</p> +<p>"Well, I—I could be persuaded," she hinted +shamelessly.</p> +<p>"Persuade nothing! Yuh belong to me, and if anybody tries to +throw his loop over your head, why—" Billy looked dangerous; +he meant the Pilgrim.</p> +<p>"Thank you." She seemed relieved, and it was plain she did not +read into his words any meaning beyond the dance, though Billy was +secretly hoping that she would. "Do you know, I think you're +perfectly lovely. You're so—so <i>comfortable</i>. When I've +known you a little longer I expect I'll be calling you Charming +Billy, or else Billy Boy. If you'll stick close to me all through +this dance and come every time I lift my eyebrows this +way"—she came near getting kissed, right then, but she never +knew it—"and say it's <i>your</i> dance and that I promised +it to you before, I'll be—<i>awfully</i> grateful and +obliged."</p> +<p>"I wisht," said Billy pensively, "I had the nerve to take all +this for sudden admiration; but I savvy, all right. Some poor +devil's going to get it handed to him to-night."</p> +<p>For the first time Miss Bridger blushed consciously. +"I—well, you'll be good and obliging and do just what I want, +won't you?"</p> +<p>"Sure!" said Billy, not trusting himself to say more. Indeed, he +had to set his teeth hard on that word to keep more from tumbling +out. Miss Bridger seemed all at once anxious over something.</p> +<p>"You waltz and two-step and polka and schottische, don't you?" +Her eyes, as she looked up at him, reminded Billy achingly of that +time in the line-camp when she asked him for a horse to ride home. +They had the same wistful, pleading look. Billy gritted his +teeth.</p> +<p>"Sure," he answered again.</p> +<p>Miss Bridger sighed contentedly. "I know it's horribly mean and +selfish of me, but you're so good—and I'll make it up to you +some time. Really I will! At some other dance you needn't dance +with me once, or look at me, even—That will even things up, +won't it?"</p> +<p>"Sure," said Billy for the third time.</p> +<p>They paced slowly, coming into view of the picnic crowd, hearing +the incoherent murmur of many voices. Miss Bridger looked at him +uncertainly, laughed a little and spoke impulsively. "You needn't +do it, Mr. Boyle, unless you like. It's only a joke, anyway; I +mean, my throwing myself at you like that. Just a foolish joke; I'm +often foolish, you know. Of course, I know you wouldn't +misunderstand or anything like that, but it <i>is</i> mean of me to +drag you into it by the hair of the head, almost, just to play a +joke on some one—on Mama Joy. You're too good-natured. You're +a direct temptation to people who haven't any conscience. Really +and truly, you needn't do it at all."</p> +<p>"Yuh haven't heard me raising any howl, have yuh?" inquired +Billy, eying her slantwise. "I'm playing big luck, if yuh ask +me."</p> +<p>"Well—if you <i>really</i> don't mind, and haven't any one +else—"</p> +<p>"I haven't," Billy assured her unsmilingly. "And I really don't +mind. I think I—kinda like the prospect." He was trying to +match her mood and he was not at all sure that he was a success. +"There's one thing. If yuh get tired uh having me under your feet +all the time, why—Dilly's a stranger and an awful fine +fellow; I'd like to have you—well, be kinda nice to him. I +want him to have a good time, you see, and you'll like him. You +can't help it. And it will square up anything yuh may feel yuh +might owe me—"</p> +<p>"I'll be just lovely to Dilly," Miss Bridger promised him with +emphasis. "It will be a fair bargain, then, and I won't feel +so—so small about asking you what I did. You can help me play +a little joke, and I'll dance with Duly. So," she finished in a +tone of satisfaction, "we'll be even. I feel a great deal better +now, because I can pay you back."</p> +<p>Billy, on that night, was more keenly observant than usual and +there was much that he saw. He saw at once that Miss Bridger lifted +her eyebrows in the way she had demonstrated as <i>this way</i>, +whenever the Pilgrim approached her. He saw that the Pilgrim was +looking extremely bloodthirsty and went out frequently—Billy +guessed shrewdly that his steps led to where the drink was not +water—and the sight cheered him considerably. Yet it hurt him +a little to observe that, when the Pilgrim was absent or showed no +sign of meaning to intrude upon her, Miss Bridger did not lift her +eyebrows consciously. Still, she was at all times pleasant and +friendly and he tried to be content.</p> +<p>"Mr. Boyle, you've been awfully good," she rewarded him when it +was over. "And I think Mr. Dill is fine! Do you know, he waltzes +beautifully. I'm sure it was easy to keep <i>my</i> side of the +bargain."</p> +<p>Billy noticed the slight, inquiring emphasis upon the word +<i>my</i>, and he smiled down reassuringly into her face. "Uh +course mine was pretty hard," he teased, "but I hope I made good, +all right."</p> +<p>"You," she said, looking steadily up at him, "are just exactly +what I said you were. You are comfortable."</p> +<p>Billy did a good deal of thinking while he saddled Barney in the +gray of the morning, with Dill at a little distance, looking taller +than ever in the half light. When he gave the saddle its final, +little tentative shake and pulled the stirrup around so that he +could stick in his toe, he gave also a snort of +dissatisfaction.</p> +<p>"Hell!" he said to himself. "I don't know as I care about being +too <i>blame</i> comfortable. There's a limit to that kinda +thing—with <i>her!</i>"</p> +<p>"What's that?" called Dill, who had heard his voice.</p> +<p>"Aw, nothing," lied Billy, swinging up. "I was just cussing my +hoss."</p> +<h2>CHAPTER XII.</h2> +<h3><i>Dilly Hires a Cook.</i></h3> +<p>It is rather distressful when one cannot recount all sorts of +exciting things as nicely fitted together as if they had been +carefully planned and rehearsed beforehand. It would have been +extremely gratifying and romantic if Charming Billy Boyle had +dropped everything in the line of work and had ridden indefatigably +the trail which led to Bridger's; it would have been exciting if he +had sought out the Pilgrim and precipitated trouble and flying +lead. But Billy, though he might have enjoyed it, did none of those +things. He rode straight to the ranch with Dill—rather +silent, to be sure, but bearing none of the marks of a lovelorn +young man—drank three cups of strong coffee with four heaping +teaspoonfuls of sugar to each cup, pulled off his boots, lay down +upon the most convenient bed and slept until noon. When the smell +of dinner assailed his nostrils he sat up yawning and a good deal +tousled, drew on his boots and made him a cigarette. After that he +ate his dinner with relish, saddled and rode away to where the +round-up was camped, his manner utterly practical and lacking the +faintest tinge of romance. As to his thoughts—he kept them +jealously to himself.</p> +<p>He did not even glimpse Miss Bridger for three months or more. +He was full of the affairs of the Double-Crank; riding in great +haste to the ranch or to town, hurrying back to the round-up and +working much as he used to work, except that now he gave commands +instead of receiving them. For they were short-handed that summer +and, as he explained to Dill, he couldn't afford to ride around and +look as important as he felt.</p> +<p>"Yuh wait, Dilly, till we get things running the way I want +'em," he encouraged on one of his brief calls at the ranch. "I was +kinda surprised to find things wasn't going as smooth as I used to +think; when yuh haven't got the whole responsibility on your own +shoulders, yuh don't realize what a lot of things need to be done. +There's them corrals, for instance: I helped mend and fix and +toggle 'em, but it never struck me how rotten they are till I +looked 'em over this spring. There's about a million things to do +before snow flies, or we won't be able to start out fresh in the +spring with everything running smooth. And if I was you, Dilly, I'd +go on a still hunt for another cook here at the ranch. This +coffee's something fierce. I had my doubts about Sandy when we +hired him. He always did look to me like he was built for herding +sheep more than he was for cooking." This was in August.</p> +<p>"I have been thinking seriously of getting some one else in his +place," Dill answered, in his quiet way. "There isn't very much to +do here; if some one came who would take an interest and cook just +what we wanted—I will own I have no taste for that peculiar +mixture which Sandy calls 'Mulligan,' and I have frequently told +him so. Yet he insists upon serving it twice a day. He says it uses +up the scraps; but since it is never eaten, I cannot see wherein +lies the economy."</p> +<p>"Well, I'd can him and hunt up a fresh one," Billy repeated +emphatically, looking with disapproval into his cup.</p> +<p>"I will say that I have already taken steps toward getting one +on whom I believe I can depend," said Dill, and turned the +subject.</p> +<p>That was the only warning Billy had of what was to come. Indeed, +there was nothing in the conversation to prepare him even in the +slightest degree for what happened when he galloped up to the +corral late one afternoon in October. It was the season of frosty +mornings and of languorous, smoke-veiled afternoons, when summer +has grown weary of resistance and winter is growing bolder in his +advances, and the two have met in a passion-warmed embrace. Billy +had ridden far with his riders and the trailing wagons, in the zest +of his young responsibility sweeping the range to its farthest +boundary of river or mountain. They were not through yet, but they +had swung back within riding distance of the home ranch and Billy +had come in for nearly a month's accumulation of mail and to see +how Dill was getting on.</p> +<p>He was tired and dusty and hungry enough to eat the fringes off +his chaps. He came to the ground without any spring to his muscles +and walked stiffly to the stable door, leading his horse by the +bridle reins. He meant to turn him loose in the stable, which was +likely to be empty, and shut the door upon him until he himself had +eaten something. The door was open and he went in unthinkingly, +seeing nothing in the gloom. It was his horse which snorted and +settled back on the reins and otherwise professed his reluctance to +enter the place.</p> +<p>Charming Billy, as was consistent with his hunger and his +weariness and the general mood of him, "cussed" rather fluently and +jerked the horse forward a step or two before he saw some one +poised hesitatingly upon the manger in the nearest stall.</p> +<p>"I guess he's afraid of <i>me</i>," ventured a voice that he +felt to his toes. "I was hunting eggs. They lay them always in the +awkwardest places to get at." She scrambled down and came toward +him, bareheaded, with the sleeves of her blue-and-white striped +dress rolled to her elbows—Flora Bridger, if you please.</p> +<p>Billy stood still and stared, trying to make the reality of her +presence seem reasonable; and he failed utterly. His most coherent +thought at that moment was a shamed remembrance of the way he had +sworn at his horse.</p> +<p>Miss Bridger stood aside from the wild-eyed animal and smiled +upon his master. "In the language of the range, 'come alive,' Mr. +Boyle," she told him. "Say how-de-do and be nice about it, or I'll +see that your coffee is muddy and your bread burned and your steak +absolutely impregnable; because I'm here to <i>stay</i>, mind you. +Mama Joy and I have possession of your kitchen, and so you'd +better—"</p> +<p>"I'm just trying to let it soak into my brains," said Billy. +"You're just about the last person on earth I'd expect to see here, +hunting eggs like you had a right—"</p> +<p>"I <i>have</i> a right," she asserted. "Your Dilly—he's a +perfect love, and I told him so—said I was to make myself +perfectly at home. So I have a perfect right to be here, and a +perfect right to hunt eggs; and if I could make that sentence more +'perfect,' I would do it." She tilted her head to one side and +challenged a laugh with her eyes.</p> +<p>Charming Billy relaxed a bit, yanked the horse into a stall and +tied him fast. "Yuh might tell me how it happened that you're +here," he hinted, looking at her over the saddle. He had apparently +forgotten that he had intended leaving the horse saddled until he +had rested and eaten—and truly it would be a shame to hurry +from so unexpected a tête-à-tête.</p> +<p>Miss Bridger pulled a spear of blue-joint hay from a crack in +the wall and began breaking it into tiny pieces. "It sounds funny, +but Mr. Dill bought father out to get a cook. The way it was, +father has been simply crazy to try his luck up in Klondyke; it's +just like him to get the fever after everybody else has had it and +recovered. When the whole country was wild to go he turned up his +nose at the idea. And now, mind you, after one or two whom he knew +came back with some gold, he must go and dig up a few million tons +of it for himself! Your Dilly is rather bright, do you know? He met +father and heard all about his complaint—how he'd go to the +Klondyke in a minute if he could only get the ranch and Mama Joy +and me off his hands—so what does Dilly do but buy the old +ranch and hire Mama Joy and me to come here and keep house! Father, +I am ashamed to say, was <i>abjectly</i> grateful to get rid of his +incumbrances, and he—he hit the trail immediately." She +stopped and searched absently with her fingers for another spear of +hay.</p> +<p>"Do you know, Mr. Boyle, I think men are the most irresponsible +creatures! A <i>woman</i> wouldn't turn her family over to a +neighbor and go off like that for three or four years, just chasing +a sunbeam. I—I'm horribly disappointed in father. A man has +no right to a family when he puts everything else first in his +mind. He'll be gone three or four years, and will spend all he has, +and we—can shift for ourselves. He only left us a hundred +dollars, to use in an emergency! He was afraid he might need the +rest to buy out a claim or get machinery or something. So if we +don't like it here we'll have to stay, anyway. We—we're 'up +against it,' as you fellows say."</p> +<div class="figure" style="width:70%;"><a href= +"images/ls002.jpg"><img width="100%" src="images/ls002.jpg" alt= +"" /></a></div> +<p>Charming Billy, fumbling the latigo absently, felt a sudden +belligerence toward her father. "He ought to have his head punched +good and plenty!" he blurted sympathetically.</p> +<p>To his amazement Miss Bridger drew herself up and started for +the door. "I'm very sorry you don't like the idea of us being here, +Mr. Boyle," she replied coldly, "but we happen to <i>be</i> here, +and I'm afraid you'll just have to make the best of it!"</p> +<p>Billy was at that moment pulling off the saddle. By the time he +had carried it from the stall, hung it upon its accustomed spike +and hurried to the door, Miss Bridger was nowhere to be seen. He +said "Hell!" under his breath, and took long steps to the house, +but she did not appear to be there. It was "Mama Joy," +yellow-haired, extremely blue-eyed, and full-figured, who made his +coffee and gave him delicious things to eat—things which he +failed properly to appreciate, because he ate with his ears perked +to catch the faintest sound of another woman's steps and with his +eyes turning constantly from door to window. He did not even know +half the time what Mama Joy was saying, or see her dimples when she +smiled; and Mama Joy was rather proud of her dimples and was not +accustomed to having them overlooked.</p> +<p>He was too proud to ask, at supper time, where Miss Bridger was. +She did not choose to give him sight of her, and so he talked and +talked to Dill, and even to Mama Joy, hoping that Miss Bridger +could hear him and know that he wasn't worrying a darned bit. He +did not consider that he had said anything so terrible. What had +she gone on like that about her father for, if she couldn't stand +for any one siding in with her? Maybe he had put his sympathy a +little too strong, but that is the way men handle each other. She +ought to know he wasn't sorry she was there. Why, of <i>course</i> +she knew that! The girl wasn't a fool, and she must know a fellow +would be plumb tickled to have her around every day. Well, anyway, +he wasn't going to begin by letting her lead him around by the +nose, and he wasn't going to crumple down on his knees and tell her +to please walk all over him.</p> +<p>"Well, anyway," he summed up at bedtime with a somewhat doubtful +satisfaction, "I guess she's kinda got over the notion that I'm so +blame <i>comfortable</i>—like I was an old +grandpa-setting-in-the-corner. She's <i>got</i> to get over it, by +thunder! I ain't got to that point yet; hell, no! I should say I +hadn't!"</p> +<p>It is a fact that when he rode away just after sunrise next +morning (he would have given much if duty and his pride had +permitted him to linger a while) no one could have accused him of +being in any degree a comfortable young man. For his last sight of +Miss Bridger had been the flutter of her when she disappeared +through the stable door.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII.</h2> +<h3><i>Billy Meets the Pilgrim.</i></h3> +<p>The weeks that followed did not pass as quickly as before for +Billy Boyle, nor did raking the range with his riders bring quite +as keen a satisfaction with life. Always, when he rode apart in the +soft haze and watched the sky-line shimmer and dance toward him and +then retreat like a teasing maid, his thoughts wandered from the +range and the cattle and the men who rode at his bidding and rested +with one slim young woman who puzzled and tantalized him and caused +him more mental discomfort than he had ever known in his life +before that night when she entered so unexpectedly the line-camp +and his life. He scarcely knew just how he did feel toward her; +sometimes he hungered for her with every physical and mental fibre +and was tempted to leave everything and go to her. Times there were +when he resented deeply her treatment of him and repeated to +himself the resolution not to lie down and let her walk all over +him just because he liked her.</p> +<p>When the round-up was over and the last of the beef on the way +to Chicago, and the fat Irish cook gathered up the reins of his +four-horse team, mounted with a grunt to the high seat of the mess +wagon and pointed his leaders thankfully into the trail which led +to the Double-Crank, though the sky was a hard gray and the wind +blew chill with the bite of winter and though tiny snowflakes +drifted aimlessly to earth with a quite deceitful innocence, as if +they knew nothing of more to come and were only idling through the +air, the blood of Charming Billy rioted warmly through his veins +and his voice had a lilt which it had long lacked and he sang again +the pitifully foolish thing with which he was wont to voice his joy +in living.</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"I have been to see my wife,</p> +<p>She's the joy of my life,</p> +<p>She's a young thing, and cannot leave her mother!"</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>"Thought Bill had got too proud t' sing that song uh hisn," the +cook yelled facetiously to the riders who were nearest. "I was +lookin' for him to bust out in grand-opry, or something else that's +a heap more stylish than his old come-all-ye."</p> +<p>Charming Billy turned and rested a hand briefly upon the cantle +while he told the cook laughingly to go to the hot place, and then +settled himself to the pace that matched the leaping blood of him. +That pace soon discouraged the others and left them jogging +leisurely a mile or two in the rear, and it also brought him the +sooner to his destination.</p> +<p>"Wonder if she's mad yet," he asked himself, when he dismounted. +No one seemed to be about, but he reflected that it was just about +noon and they would probably be at dinner—and, besides, the +weather was not the sort to invite one outdoors unless driven by +necessity.</p> +<p>The smell of roast meat, coffee and some sort of pie assailed +his nostrils pleasantly when he came to the house, and he went in +eagerly by the door which would bring him directly to the dining +room. As he had guessed, they were seated at the table. "Why, come +in, William," Dill greeted, a welcoming note in his voice. "We +weren't looking for you, but you are in good time. We've only just +begun."</p> +<p>"How do you do, Mr. Boyle?" Miss Bridger added demurely.</p> +<p>"Hello, Bill! How're yuh coming?" cried another, and it was to +him that the eyes of Billy Boyle turned bewilderedly. That the +Pilgrim should be seated calmly at the Double-Crank table never +once occurred to him. In his thoughts of Miss Bridger he had +mentally eliminated the Pilgrim; for had she not been particular to +show the Pilgrim that his presence was extremely undesirable, that +night at the dance?</p> +<p>"Hello, folks!" he answered them all quietly, because there was +nothing else that he could do until he had time to think. Miss +Bridger had risen and was smiling at him in friendly fashion, +exactly as if she had never run away from him and stayed away all +the evening because she was angry.</p> +<p>"I'll fix you a place," she announced briskly. "Of course you're +hungry. And if you want to wash off the dust of travel, there's +plenty of warm water out here in the kitchen. I'll get you +some."</p> +<p>She may not have meant that for an invitation, but Billy +followed her into the kitchen and calmly shut the door behind him. +She dipped warm water out of the reservoir for him and hung a fresh +towel on the nail above the washstand in the corner, and seemed +about to leave him again.</p> +<p>"Yuh mad yet?" asked Billy, because he wanted to keep her +there.</p> +<p>"Mad? Why?" She opened her eyes at him. "Not as much as you +look," she retorted then. "You look as cross as if—"</p> +<p>"What's the Pilgrim doing here?" Billy demanded suddenly and +untactfully.</p> +<p>"Who? Mr. Walland?" She went into the pantry and came back with +a plate for him. "Why, nothing; he's just visiting. It's Sunday, +you know."</p> +<p>"Oh—is it?" Billy bent over the basin, hiding his face +from her. "I didn't know; I'd kinda lost count uh the days." +Whereupon he made a great splashing in his corner and let her go +without more words, feeling more than ever that he needed time to +think. "Just visiting—'cause it's <i>Sunday</i>, eh? The +dickens it is!" Meditating deeply, he was very deliberate in +combing his hair and settling his blue tie and shaking the dust out +of his white silk neckerchief and retying it in a loose knot; so +deliberate that Mama Joy was constrained to call out to him: "Your +dinner is getting cold, Mr. Boyle," before he went in and took his +seat where Miss Bridger had placed him—and he doubted much +her innocence in the matter—elbow to elbow with the +Pilgrim.</p> +<p>"How's shipping coming on, Billy?" inquired the Pilgrim easily, +passing to him the platter of roast beef. "Most through, ain't +yuh?"</p> +<p>"The outfit's on the way in," answered Billy, accepting +noncommittally the meat and the overture for peace. "They'll be +here in less than an hour."</p> +<p>If the Pilgrim wanted peace, he was thinking rapidly, what +grounds had he for ignoring the truce? He himself had been the +aggressor and he also had been the victor. According to the honor +of fighting men, he should be generous. And when all was said and +done—and the thought galled Billy more than he could +understand—the offense of the Pilgrim had been extremely +intangible; it had consisted almost wholly of looks and a tone or +two, and he realized quite plainly that his own dislike of the +Pilgrim had probably colored his judgment. Anyway, he had thrashed +the Pilgrim and driven him away from camp and killed his dog. +Wasn't that enough? And if the Pilgrim chose to forget the +unpleasant circumstances of their parting and be friends, what +could he do but forget also? Especially since the girl did not +appear to be holding any grudge for what had passed between them in +the line-camp. Billy, buttering a biscuit with much care, wished he +knew just what <i>had</i> happened that night before he opened the +door, and wondered if he dared ask her.</p> +<p>Under all his thoughts and through all he hated the Pilgrim, his +bold blue eyes, his full, smiling lips and smooth cheeks, as he had +never hated him before; and he hated himself because, being unable +to account even to himself for his feelings toward the Pilgrim, he +was obliged to hide his hate and be friends—or else act the +fool. And above all the mental turmoil he was somehow talking and +listening and laughing now and then, as if there were two of him +and each one was occupied with his own affairs. "I wisht to thunder +there was <i>three</i> uh me," he thought fleetingly during a +pause. "I'd set the third one uh me to figuring out just where the +girl stands in this game, and what she's thinking about right now. +There's a kinda twinkling in her eyes, now and then when she looks +over here, that sure don't line up with her innocent talk. I wisht +I could mind-read her—</p> +<p>"Yes, we didn't get through none too soon. Looks a lot like +we're going to get our first slice uh winter. We've been playing +big luck that we didn't get it before now; and that last bunch uh +beef was sure rollicky and hard to handle—we'd uh had a +picnic with all the trimmings if a blizzard had caught us with them +on our hands. As it is, we're all dead on our feet. I expect to +sleep about four days without stopping for meals, if you ask +<i>me</i>."</p> +<p>One cannot wonder that Charming Billy heard thankfully the +clatter of his outfit arriving, or that he left half his piece of +pie uneaten and hurried off, on the plea that he must show them +what to do—which would have caused a snicker among the men if +they had overheard him. He did not mind Dill following him out, nor +did he greatly mind the Pilgrim remaining in the house with Miss +Bridger. The relief of being even temporarily free from the +perplexities of the situation mastered all else and sent him +whistling down the path to the stables.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV.</h2> +<h3><i>A Winter at the Double-Crank</i>.</h3> +<p>There are times when, although the months as they pass seem +full, nothing that has occurred serves to mark a step forward or +back in the destiny of man. After a year, those months of petty +detail might be wiped out entirely without changing the general +trend of events—and such a time was the winter that saw "Dill +and Bill," as one alliterative mind called them, in possession of +the Double-Crank. The affairs of the ranch moved smoothly along +toward a more systematic running than had been employed under +Brown's ownership. Dill settled more and more into the new life, so +that he was so longer looked upon as a foreign element; he could +discuss practical ranch business and be sure of his +ground—and it was then that Billy realized more fully how +shrewd a brain lay behind those mild, melancholy blue eyes, and how +much a part of the man was that integrity which could not stoop to +small meanness or deceit. It would have been satisfying merely to +know that such a man lived, and if Billy had needed any one to +point the way to square living he must certainly have been better +for the companionship of Dill.</p> +<p>As to Miss Bridger, he stood upon much the same footing with her +as he had in the fall, except that he called her Flora, in the +familiarity which comes of daily association; to his secret +discomfort she had fulfilled her own prophecy and called him Billy +Boy. Though he liked the familiarity, he emphatically did not like +the mental attitude which permitted her to fall so easily into the +habit of calling him that. Also, he was in two minds about the way +she would come to the door of the living room and say: "Come, Billy +Boy, and dry the dishes for me—that's a good kid!"</p> +<p>Billy had no objections to drying the dishes; of a truth, +although that had been a duty which he shirked systematically in +line-camps until everything in the cabin was in that state which +compels action, he would have been willing to stand beside Flora +Bridger at the sink and wipe dishes (and watch her bare, white +arms, with the dimply elbows) from dark until dawn. What he did +object to was the half-patronizing, wholly matter-of-fact tone of +her, which seemed to preclude any possibility of sentiment so far +as she was concerned. She always looked at him so frankly, with +never a tinge of red in her cheeks to betray that consciousness of +sex which goes ever—say what you like—with the love of +a man and a maid.</p> +<p>He did not want her to call him "Billy Boy" in just that tone; +it made him feel small and ineffective and young—he who was +eight or nine years older than she! It put him down, so that he +could not bring himself to making actual love to her—and once +or twice when he had tried it, she took it as a great joke.</p> +<p>Still, it was good to have her there and to be friends. The +absence of the Pilgrim, who had gone East quite suddenly soon after +the round-up was over, and the generosity of the other fellows, who +saw quite plainly how it was—with Billy, at least—and +forbore making any advances on their own account, made the winter +pass easily and left Charming Billy in the spring not content, +perhaps, but hopeful.</p> +<p>It was in the warm days of late April—the days which bring +the birds and the tender, young grass, when the air is soft and all +outdoors beckons one to come out and revel. On such a day Billy, +stirred to an indefinable elation because the world as he saw it +then was altogether good, crooned his pet song while he waited at +the porch with Flora's horse and his own. They were going to ride +together because it was Sunday and because, if the weather held to +its past and present mood of sweet serenity, he might feel impelled +to start the wagons out before the week was done; so that this +might be their last Sunday ride for nobody knew how long.</p> +<p>"Let's ride up the creek," she suggested when she was in the +saddle. "We haven't been up that way this spring. There's a trail, +isn't there?"</p> +<p>"Sure, there's a trail—but I don't know what shape it's +in. I haven't been over it myself for a month or so. We'll try it, +but yuh won't find much to see; it's all level creek-bottom for +miles and kinda monotonous to look at."</p> +<p>"Well, we'll go, anyway," she decided, and they turned their +horses' heads toward the west.</p> +<p>They had gone perhaps five or six miles and were thinking of +turning back, when Billy found cause to revise his statement that +there was nothing to see. There had been nothing when he rode this +way before, but now, when they turned to follow a bend in the creek +and in the trail, they came upon a camp which looked more permanent +than was usual in that country. A few men were lounging around in +the sun, and there were scrapers of the wheeled variety, and +wagons, and plows, and divers other implements of toil that were +strange to the place. Also there was a long, reddish-yellow ridge +branching out from the creek; Billy knew it for a ditch—but a +ditch larger than he had seen for many a day. He did not say +anything, even when Flora exclaimed over the surprise of finding a +camp there, but headed straight for the camp.</p> +<p>When they came within speaking distance, a man showed in the +opening of one of the tents, looked at them a moment, and came +forward.</p> +<p>"Why, that's Fred Walland!" cried Flora, and then caught herself +suddenly. "I didn't know he was back," she added, in a tone much +less eager.</p> +<p>Billy gave her a quick look that might have told her much had +she seen it. He did not much like the color which had flared into +her cheeks at sight of the Pilgrim, and he liked still less the +tone in which she spoke his name. It was not much, and he had the +sense to push the little devil of jealousy out of sight behind him, +but it had come and changed something in the heart of Billy.</p> +<p>"Why, hello!" greeted the Pilgrim, and Billy remembered keenly +that the Pilgrim had spoken in just that way when he had opened the +door of the line-camp upon them, that night. "I was going to ride +over to the ranch, after a while. How are yuh, anyhow?" He came and +held up his hand to Flora, and she put her own into it. Billy, with +eyebrows pinched close, thought that they sure took their own time +about letting go again, and that the smile which she gave the +Pilgrim was quite superfluous to the occasion.</p> +<p>"Yuh seem to be some busy over here," he remarked carelessly, +turning his eyes to the new ditch.</p> +<p>"Well, yes. Brown's having a ditch put in here. We only started +a few days ago; them da—them no-account Swedes he got to do +the rough work are so slow, we're liable to be at it all summer. +How's everybody at the ranch? How's your mother, Miss Bridger? Has +she got any mince pies baked?"</p> +<p>"I don't know—you might ride over with us and see," she +invited, smiling at him again. "We were just going to turn +back—weren't we, Billy Boy?"</p> +<p>"Sure!" he testified, and for the first time found some comfort +in being called Billy Boy; because, if looks went for anything, it +certainly made the Pilgrim very uncomfortable. The spirits of Billy +rose a little.</p> +<p>"If you'll wait till I saddle up, I'll go along. I guess the +Svenskies won't run off with the camp before I get back," said the +Pilgrim, and so they stayed, and afterward rode back together quite +amiably considering certain explosive elements in the party.</p> +<p>Perhaps Billy's mildness was due in a great measure to his +preoccupation, which made him deaf at times to what the others were +saying. He knew that they were quite impersonal in their talk, and +so he drifted into certain other channels of thought.</p> +<p>Was Brown going to start another cow-outfit, or was he merely +going to try his hand at farming? Billy knew that—unless he +had sold it—Brown owned a few hundred acres along the creek +there; and as he rode over it now he observed the soil more closely +than was his habit, and saw that, from a passing survey, it seemed +fertile and free from either adobe or alkali. It must be that Brown +was going to try ranching. Still, he had held out all his best +stock, and Billy had not heard that he had sold it since. Now that +he thought of it, he had not heard much about Brown since Dill +bought the Double-Crank. Brown had been away, and, though he had +known in a general way that the Pilgrim was still in his employ, he +did not know in what capacity. In the absorption of his own affairs +he had not given the matter any thought, though he had wondered at +first what crazy impulse caused Brown to sell the Double-Crank. +Even now he did not know, and when he thought of it the thing +irritated him like a puzzle before it is solved.</p> +<p>So greatly did the matter trouble him that immediately upon +reaching the ranch he left Flora and the Pilgrim and hunted up +Dill. He found him hunched like a half-open jackknife in a cane +rocker, with his legs crossed and one long, lean foot dangling +loosely before him; he was reading "The Essays of Elia," and the +melancholy of his face gave Billy the erroneous impression that the +book was extremely sad, and caused him to dislike it without ever +looking inside the dingy blue covers.</p> +<p>"Say, Dilly, old Brown's putting in a ditch big enough to carry +the whole Missouri River. Did yuh know it?"</p> +<p>Dill carefully creased down the corner of the page where he was +reading, untangled his legs and pulled himself up a bit in the +chair. "Why, no, I don't think I have heard of it," he admitted. +"If I have it must have slipped my mind—which isn't likely." +Dill was rather proud of his capacity for keeping a mental grasp on +things.</p> +<p>"Well, he's got a bunch uh men camped up the creek and the +Pilgrim to close-herd 'em—and I'm busy wondering what he's +going to do with that ditch. Brown don't do things just to amuse +himself; yuh can gamble he aims to make that ditch pack dollars +into his jeans—and if yuh can tell me <i>how</i>, I'll be a +whole lot obliged." Dill shook his head, and Billy went on. "Did +yuh happen to find out, when yuh was bargaining for the +Double-Crank, how much land Brown's got held out?"</p> +<p>"No-o—I can't say I did. From certain remarks he made, I +was under the impression that he owns quite a tract. I asked about +getting all the land he had, and he said he preferred not to put a +price on it, but that it would add considerably to the sum total. +He said I would not need it, anyhow, as there is plenty of open +range for the stock. He was holding it, he told me, for speculation +and had never made any use of it in running his stock, except as +they grazed upon it."</p> +<p>"Uh-huh. That don't sound to me like any forty-acre field; does +it to you?"</p> +<p>"As I said," responded Dill, "I arrived at the conclusion that +he owns a good deal of land."</p> +<p>"And I'll bet yuh the old skunk is going to start up a +cow-outfit right under our noses—though why the dickens the +Double-Crank wasn't good enough for him gets me."</p> +<p>"If he does," Dill observed calmly, "the man has a perfect right +to do so, William. We must guard against that greed which would +crowd out every one but ourselves—like pigs around a trough +of sour milk! I will own, however—"</p> +<p>"Say, Dilly! On the dead, are yuh religious?"</p> +<p>"No, William, I am not, in the sense you mean. I hope, however, +that I am honest. If Mr. Brown intends to raise cattle again I +shall be glad to see him succeed."</p> +<p>Charming Billy sat down suddenly, as though his legs would no +longer support him, and looked queerly at Dill. "Hell!" he said +meditatively, and sought with his fingers for his smoking +material.</p> +<p>Dill showed symptoms of going back to "The Essays of Elia," so +that Billy was stirred to speech.</p> +<p>"Now, looky here, Dilly. You're all right, as far as yuh +go—but this range is carrying just about all the stock it +needs right at present. I don't reckon yuh realize that all the +good bottoms and big coulées are getting filled up with +nesters; one here and one there, and every year a few more. It +ain't much, uh course, but every man that comes is cutting down the +range just that much. And I know one thing: when Brown had this +outfit himself he was mighty jealous uh the range, and he didn't +take none to the idea of anybody else shoving stock onto it more +than naturally drifted on in the course uh the season. If he's +going to start another cow-outfit, I'll bet yuh he's going to +gobble land—and that's what <i>we</i> better do, and do it +sudden."</p> +<p>"Since I have never had much personal experience in the +'gobbling' line, I'm afraid you'll have to explain," said Dill +dryly.</p> +<p>"I mean leasing. We got to beat Brown to it. We got to start in +and lease up all the land we can get our claws on. I ain't none +desirable uh trying to make yuh a millionaire, Dilly, whilst we've +only got one lone section uh land and about twelve thousand head uh +stock, and somebody else aiming to throw a big lot uh cattle onto +our range. I kinda shy at any contract the size uh that one. I've +got to start the wagons out, if this weather holds good, and I want +to go with 'em—for a while, anyhow—and see how things +stack up on the range. And what <i>you've</i> got to do is to go +and lease every foot uh land you can. Eh? State land. All the land +around here almost is State land—all that's surveyed and that +ain't held by private owners. And State land can be leased for a +term uh years.</p> +<p>"The way they do it, yuh start in and go over the map all samee +flea; yuh lease a section here and there and skip one and take the +next, and so on, and then if yuh need to yuh throw a fence around +the whole blame chunk—and there yuh are. No, it <i>ain't</i> +cheating, because if anybody don't like it real bad, they can raise +the long howl and make yuh revise your fencing; but in this neck uh +the woods folks don't howl over a little thing like that, because +you could lift up your own voice over something they've done, and +there'd be a fine, pretty chorus! So that's what yuh can do if yuh +want to—but anyway, yuh want to get right after that leasing. +It'll cost yuh something, but we're just plumb obliged to protect +ourselves. See?"</p> +<p>At that point he heard Flora laugh, and got up hastily, +remembering the presence of the Pilgrim on the ranch.</p> +<p>"I see, and I will think it over and take what precautionary +measures are necessary and possible."</p> +<p>Billy, not quite sure that he had sufficiently impressed Dill +with the importance of the matter, turned at the door and looked in +again, meaning to add an emphatic word or two; but when he saw that +Dill was staring round-eyed at nothing at all, and that Lamb was +lying sprawled wide open on the floor, his face relaxed from its +anxious determination.</p> +<p>"I got his think-works going—he'll do the rest," he told +himself satisfiedly, and pushed the subject from him. Just now he +wanted to make sure the Pilgrim wasn't getting more smiles than +were coming to him—and if you had left the decision of that +with Billy, the Pilgrim would have had none at all.</p> +<p>"I wisht he'd <i>do</i> something I could lay my finger +on—damn him," he reflected. "I can't kick him out on the +strength uh my own private opinion. I'd just simply lay myself wide +open to all kinds uh remarks. I <i>ain't</i> jealous; he ain't got +any particular stand-in with Flora—but if I started action on +him, that's what the general verdict would be. Oh, thunder!"</p> +<p>Nothing of his thoughts showed in his manner when he went out to +where they were. He found them just putting up a target made of a +sheet of tablet paper marked with a lead pencil into rings and an +uncertain centre, and he went straight into the game with a smile. +He loaded the gun for Flora, showed her exactly how to "draw a fine +bead," and otherwise deported himself in a way not calculated to be +pleasing to the Pilgrim. He called her Flora boldly whenever +occasion offered, and he exulted inwardly at the proprietary way in +which she said "Billy Boy" and ordered him around. Of course, +<i>he</i> knew quite well that there was nothing but frank-eyed +friendship back of it all; but the Pilgrim plainly did not know and +was a good deal inclined to sulk over his interpretation.</p> +<p>So Billy, when came the time for sleeping, grinned in the dark +of his room and dwelt with much satisfaction upon the manner of the +Pilgrim's departure. He prophesied optimistically that he guessed +that would hold the Pilgrim for a while, and that he himself could +go on round-up and not worry any over what was happening at the +ranch.</p> +<p>For the Pilgrim had come into the kitchen, ostensibly for a +drink of water, and had found Miss Flora fussily adjusting the +Klondyke nugget pin in the tie of Charming Billy, as is the way of +women when they know they may bully a man with impunity—and +she was saying: "Now, Billy Boy, if you don't learn to stick that +pin in straight and not have the point standing out a foot, +I'll—" That is where the Pilgrim came in and interrupted. And +he choked over the dipper of water even as Billy choked over his +glee, and left the ranch within fifteen minutes and rode, as Billy +observed to the girl, "with a haughty spine."</p> +<p>"Oh, joy!" chuckled Billy when he lived those minutes over +again, and punched the pillow facetiously. "Oh, joy, oh Johnathan! +I guess maybe he didn't get a jolt, huh? And the way—the very +<i>tone</i> when I called her Flora—sounded like the day was +set for the wedding and we'd gone and ordered the furniture!"</p> +<p>The mood of him was still triumphant three days after when he +turned in his saddle and waved his hand to Flora, who waved +wistfully back at him. "It ain't any cinch right now—but I'll +have her yet," he cheered himself when the twinge of parting was +keenest.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER XV.</h2> +<h3><i>The Shadow Falls Lightly.</i></h3> +<p>Over the green uplands, into the coulées and the brushy +creek-bottoms swept the sun-browned riders of the Double-Crank; +jangling and rattling over untrailed prairie sod, the bed and mess +wagons followed after with hasty camping at the places Billy +appointed for brief sleeping and briefer eating, a hastier +repacking and then the hurry over the prairies to the next stop. +Here, a wide coulée lay yawning languorously in the sunshine +with a gossipy trout stream for company; with meadowlarks rippling +melodiously from bush and weed or hunting worms and bugs for their +nestful of gaping mouths; with gophers trailing snakily through the +tall grasses; and out in the barren centre where the yellow earth +was pimpled with little mounds, plump-bodied prairie dogs sitting +pertly upon their stubby tails the while they chittered shrewishly +at the world; and over all a lazy, smiling sky with clouds always +drifting and trailing shadows across the prairie-dog towns and the +coulée and the creek, and a soft wind stirring the +grasses.</p> +<p>Then the prairie dogs would stand a-tiptoe to listen. The +meadowlarks would stop their singing—even the trailing +shadows would seem to waver uncertainly—and only the creek +would go gurgling on, uncaring. Around a bend would rattle the +wagons of the Double-Crank, with a lone rider trotting before to +point the way; down to the very bank of the uncaring creek they +would go. There would be hurrying to and fro with much clamor of +wood-chopping, tent-raising and all the little man-made noises of +camp life and cooking. There would be the added clamor of the +cavvy, and later, of tired riders galloping heavily into the +coulée, and of many voices upraised in full-toned talk with +now and then a burst of laughter.</p> +<p>All these things, and the prairie folk huddled trembling in +their homes, a mute agony of fear racking their small bodies. Only +the creek and the lazy, wide-mouthed coulee and the trailing clouds +and the soft wind seemed not to mind.</p> +<p>Came another sunrise and with it the clamor, the voices, the +rattle of riding gear, the trampling. Then a final burst and +rattle, a dying of sounds in the distance, a silence as the +round-up swept on over the range-land, miles away to the next +camping place. Then the little prairie folk—the gopher, the +plump-bodied prairie dogs, the mice and the rabbits, would listen +long before they crept timidly out to sniff suspiciously the +still-tainted air and inspect curiously and with instinctive +aversion the strange marks left on the earth to show that it was +all something more than a horrible nightmare.</p> +<p>So, under cloud and sun, when the wind blew soft and when it +raved over the shrinking land, when the cold rain drove men into +their yellow slickers and set horses to humping backs and turning +tail to the drive of it and one heard the cook muttering profanity +because the wood was wet and the water ran down the stovepipe and +hungry men must wait because the stove would not "draw," the +Double-Crank raked the range. Horses grew lean and ill-fitting +saddles worked their wicked will upon backs that shrank to their +touch of a morning. Wild range cattle were herded, a scared bunch +of restlessness, during long, hot forenoons, or longer, hotter +afternoons, while calves that had known no misfortune beyond a wet +back or a searching wind learned, panic-stricken, the agony of +capture and rough handling and tight-drawn ropes and, last and +worst, the terrible, searing iron.</p> +<p>There were not so many of them—these reluctant, wild-eyed +pupils in the school of life. Charming Billy, sitting his horse and +keeping tally of the victims in his shabby little book, began to +know the sinking of spirit that comes to a man when he finds that +things have, after all, gone less smoothly than he had imagined. +There were withered carcasses scattered through the coulée +bottoms and upon side hills that had some time made slippery +climbing for a poor, weak cow. The loss was not crippling, but it +was greater than he had expected. He remembered certain biting +storms which had hidden deep the grasses, and certain short-lived +chinooks that had served only to soften the surface of the snow so +that the cold, coming after, might freeze it the harder.</p> +<p>It had not been a hard winter, as winters go, but the loss of +cows had been above the average and the crop of calves below, and +Billy for the first time faced squarely the fact that, in the +cattle business as well as in others, there are downs to match the +ups. In his castle building, and so far in his realization of his +dreams, he had not taken much account of the downs.</p> +<p>Thus it was that, when they swung back from the reservation and +camped for a day upon lower Burnt Willow, he felt a great yearning +for the ranch and for sight of the girl who lived there. For +excuses he had the mail and the natural wish to consult with Dill, +so that, when he saddled Barney and told Jim Bleeker to keep things +moving till to-morrow or the day after, he had the comfortable +inner assurance that there were no side-glances or smiles and no +lowered lids when he rode away. For Charming Billy, while he would +have faced the ridicule of a nation if that were the price he must +pay to win his deep desire, was yet well pleased to go on his way +unwatched and unneeded.</p> +<p>Since the Double-Crank ranch lay with Burnt Willow Creek +loitering through the willows within easy gunshot of the corrals, +Billy's trail followed the creek except in its most irresponsible +windings, when he would simplify his journey by taking straight as +might be across the prairie. It was after he had done this for the +second time and had come down to the creek through a narrow, +yellow-clay coulee that he came out quite suddenly upon a thing he +had not before seen.</p> +<p>Across the creek, which at that point was so narrow that a horse +could all but clear it in a running jump, lay the hills, a +far-reaching ocean of fertile green. Good grazing it was, as Billy +well knew. In another day the Double-Crank riders would be sweeping +over it, gathering the cattle; at least, that had been his intent. +He looked across and his eyes settled immediately upon a long, +dotted line drawn straight away to the south; at the far end a tiny +huddle of figures moved indeterminately, the details of their +business blunted by the distance. But Charming Billy, though he +liked them little, knew well when he looked upon a fence in the +building. The dotted line he read for post holes and the distant +figures for the diggers.</p> +<p>While his horse drank he eyed the line distrustfully until he +remembered his parting advice to Dill. "Dilly's sure getting a move +on him," he decided, estimating roughly the size of the tract which +that fence, when completed, would inclose. To be sure, it was pure +guesswork, for he was merely looking at one corner. Up the creek he +could not see, save a quarter mile or so to the next bend; even +that distance he could not see the dotted line—for he was +looking upon a level clothed with rank weeds and grass and small +brush—but he knew it must be there. When he turned his horse +from the water and went his way, his mind was no longer given up to +idle dreaming of love words and a girl. This fencing business +concerned him intimately, and his brain was as alert as his eyes. +For he had not meant that Dilly should fence any land just yet.</p> +<p>Farther up the creek he crossed, meaning to take another short +cut and so avoid a long detour; also, he wanted to see just where +and how far the fence went. Yes, the post holes were there, only +here they held posts leaning loosely this way and that like drunken +men. A half mile farther the wire was already strung, but not a man +did he see whom he might question—and when he glanced and saw +that the sun was almost straight over his head and that Barney's +shadow scurried along nearly beneath his stirrup, he knew that they +would be stopping for dinner. He climbed a hill and came plump upon +a fence, wire-strung, wire-stayed, aggressively barring his +way.</p> +<p>"Dilly's about the most thorough-minded man I ever met up with," +he mused, half annoyed, stopping a moment to survey critically the +barrier. "Yuh never find a job uh hisn left with any loose ends +a-dangling. He's got a fence here like he was guarding a railroad +right-uh-way. I guess I'll go round, this trip."</p> +<p>At the ranch Charming Billy took the path that led to the +kitchen, because when he glanced that way from the stable he caught +a flicker of pink—a shade of pink which he liked very much, +because Flora had a dress of that color and it matched her cheeks, +it seemed to him. She had evidently not seen him, and he thought he +would surprise her. To that end, he suddenly stopped midway and +removed his spurs lest their clanking betray him. So he went on, +with his eyes alight and the blood of him jumping queerly.</p> +<p>Just outside the door he stopped, saw the pink flutter in the +pantry and went across the kitchen on his toes; sure, he was going +to surprise her a lot! Maybe, he thought daringly, he'd kiss +her—if his nerve stayed with him long enough. He rather +thought it would. She was stooping a little over the flour barrel, +and her back was toward him.</p> +<p>More daring than he would have believed of himself, he reached +out his arms and caught her to him, and—It was not Flora at +all. It was Mama Joy.</p> +<p>"Oh, I—I beg your pardon—I—" stammered Billy +helplessly.</p> +<p>"Billy! You're a bad boy; how you frightened me!" she gasped, +and showed an unmistakable inclination to snuggle.</p> +<p>Charming Billy, looking far more frightened than she, pulled +himself loose and backed away. Mama Joy looked at him, and there +was that in her eyes which sent a qualm of something very like +disgust over Billy, so that in his toes he felt the quiver.</p> +<p>"It was an accident, Mrs. Bridger," he said laconically, and +went out hastily, leaving her standing there staring after him.</p> +<p>Outside, he twitched his shoulders as if he would still free +himself of something distasteful. "Hell! What do I want with +<i>her</i>?" he muttered indignantly, and did not stop to think +where he was going until he brought up at the stable. He had the +reins of Barney in his hand, and had put his foot in the stirrup +before he quite came to himself. "Hell!" he exploded again, and led +Barney back into the stall.</p> +<p>Charming Billy sat down on a box and began to build a smoke; his +fingers shook a great deal, so that he sifted out twice as much +tobacco as he needed. He felt utterly bewildered and ashamed and +sorry, and he could not think very clearly. He lighted the +cigarette, smoked it steadily, pinched out the stub and rolled +another before he came back to anything like calm.</p> +<p>Even when he could bring himself to face what had happened and +what it meant, he winced mentally away from the subject. He could +still feel the clinging pressure of her round, bare arms against +his neck, and he once more gave his shoulders a twitch. Three +cigarettes he smoked, staring at a warped board in the stall +partition opposite him.</p> +<p>When the third was burned down to a very short stub he pinched +out the fire, dropped the stab to the dirt floor and deliberately +set his foot upon it, grinding it into the damp soil. It was as if +he also set his foot upon something else, so grimly intent was the +look on his face.</p> +<p>"Hell!" he said for the third time, and drew a long breath. +"Well, this has got to stop right here!" He got up, took off his +hat and inspected it gravely, redimpled the crown, set it upon his +head a trifle farther back than usual, stuck his hands aggressively +into his pockets and went back to the house. This time he did not +go to the kitchen but around to the front porch, and he whistled +shrilly the air of his own pet ditty that his arrival might be +heralded before him.</p> +<p>Later, when he was sitting at the table eating a hastily +prepared dinner with Mama Joy hovering near and seeming, to the raw +nerves of Billy, surrounded by an atmosphere of reproach and coy +invitation, he kept his eyes turned from her and ate rapidly that +he might the sooner quit her presence. Flora was out riding +somewhere, she told him when he asked. Dill came in and saved Billy +from fleeing the place before his hunger slept, and Billy felt +justified in breathing easily and in looking elsewhere than at his +plate.</p> +<p>"I see you've been getting busy with the barbwire," he remarked, +when he rose from the table and led the way out to the porch.</p> +<p>"Why, no. I haven't done any fencing at all, William," Dill +disclaimed.</p> +<p>"Yuh haven't? Who's been fencing up all Montana south uh the +creek, then?" Billy turned, a cigarette paper fluttering in his +fingers, and eyed Dill intently.</p> +<p>"I believe Mr. Brown is having some fencing done. Mr. Walland +stopped here to-day and said they were going to turn in a few head +of cattle as soon as the field was finished."</p> +<p>"The dickens they are!" Billy turned away and sought a patch of +shade where he might sit on the edge of the porch and dig his heels +into the soft dirt. He dug industriously while he turned the matter +over in his mind, then looked up a bit anxiously at Dill.</p> +<p>"Say, Dilly, yuh fixed up that leasing business, didn't yuh?" he +inquired. "How much did yuh get hold of?"</p> +<p>Dill, towering to the very eaves of the porch, gazed down +solemnly upon the other. "I'm afraid you will think it bad news, +William. I did not lease an acre. I went, and I tried, but I +discovered that others had been there before me. As you would say, +they beat me <i>to</i> it. Mr. Brown leased all the land +obtainable, as long ago as last fall."</p> +<p>Billy did not even say a word. He merely snapped a match short +off between his thumb and forefinger and ground the pieces into the +dirt with his heel. Into the sunlight that had shone placidly upon +the castle he had builded in the air for Dill and for +himself—yes, and for one other—crept a shadow that for +the moment dimmed the whole.</p> +<p>"Say, Dilly, it's hell when things happen yuh haven't been +looking for and can't help," he said at last, smiling a little. +"I'd plumb got my sights raised to having a big chunk uh Montana +land under a Double-Crank lease, but I reckon they can come down a +notch. We'll come out on top—don't yuh worry none about +<i>that</i>."</p> +<p>"I'm not worrying at all, William. I did not expect to have +everything come just as we wanted it; that, so far, has not been my +experience in business—or in love." The last two words, if +one might judge from the direction of his glance, were meant as +pure sympathy.</p> +<p>Billy colored a little under the brown. "The calf-crop is +running kinda short," he announced hurriedly. "A lot uh cows died +off last winter, and I noticed a good many uh that young stock we +shipped in laid 'em down. I was hoping we wouldn't have to take any +more jolts this season—but maybe I've got more nerves than +sense on this land business. I sure do hate to see old Brown +cutting in the way he's doing—but if he just runs what cattle +he can keep under fence, it won't hurt us none."</p> +<p>"He's fencing a large tract, William—a very large tract. +It takes in—"</p> +<p>"Oh, let up, Dilly! I don't want to know how big it is—not +right now. I'm willing to take my dose uh bad medicine when it's +time for it—but I ain't none greedy about swallowing the +whole bottle at once! I feel as if I'd got enough down me to do for +a while."</p> +<p>"You are wiser than most people," Dill observed dryly.</p> +<p>"Oh, sure. Say, if I don't see Flora—I'm going to hike +back to camp pretty quick—you tell her I'm going to try and +pull in close enough to take in that dance at Hardup, the Fourth. I +heard there was going to be one. We can't get through by then, and +I may not show up at the ranch, but I'll sure be at the dance. +I—I'm in a hurry, and I've got to go right now." Which he +did, and his going savored strongly of flight.</p> +<p>Dill, looking after him queerly, turned and saw Mama Joy +standing in the doorway. With eyes that betrayed her secret she, +too, was looking after Billy.</p> +<p>"There is something more I wanted to say to William," explained +Dill quite unnecessarily, and went striding down the path after +him. When he reached the stable, however, he did not have anything +in particular to say—or if he had, he refrained from +disturbing Billy, who was stretched out upon a pile of hay in one +of the stalls.</p> +<p>"My hoss ain't through eating, yet," said Billy, lifting his +head like a turtle. "I'm going, pretty soon. I sure do love a pile +uh fresh hay."</p> +<p>Their eyes met understandingly, and Dill shook his head.</p> +<p>"Too bad—too bad!" he said gravely.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI.</h2> +<h3><i>Self-defense</i>.</h3> +<p>The wagons of the Double-Crank had stopped to tarry over the +Fourth at Fighting Wolf Spring, which bubbles from under a great +rock in a narrow "draw" that runs itself out to a cherry-masked +point halfway up the side of Fighting Wolf Butte. Billy, with +wisdom born of much experience in the ways of a round-up crew when +the Fourth of July draws near, started his riders at day-dawn to +rake all Fighting Wolf on its southern side. "Better catch up your +ridge-runners," he had cautioned, "because I'll set yuh plumb afoot +if yuh don't." The boys, knowing well his meaning and that the +circle that day would be a big one over rough country, saddled +their best horses and settled themselves to a hard day's work.</p> +<p>Till near noon they rode, and branded after dinner to the tune +of much scurrying and bawling and a great deal of dust and rank +smoke, urged by the ever-present fear that they would not finish in +time. But their leader was fully as anxious as they and had timed +the work so that by four o'clock the herd was turned loose, the +fires drenched with water and the branding irons put away.</p> +<p>At sundown the long slope from Fighting Wolf Spring was dotted +for a space with men, fresh-shaven, clean-shirted and otherwise +rehabilitated, galloping eagerly toward Hardup fifteen miles away. +That they had been practically in the saddle since dawn was a +trifle not to be considered; they would dance until another dawn to +make up for it.</p> +<p>Hardup, decked meagrely in the colors that spell patriotism, was +unwontedly alive and full of Fourth of July noises. But even with +the distraction of a holiday and a dance just about to start and +the surrounding country emptied of humans into the town, the +clatter of the Double-Crank outfit—fifteen wiry young fellows +hungry for play—brought men to the doors and into the +streets.</p> +<p>Charming Billy, because his eagerness was spiced with +expectancy, did not stop even for a drink, but made for the hotel. +At the hotel he learned that his "crowd" was over at the hall, and +there he hurried so soon as he had removed the dust and +straightened his tie and brushed his hair and sworn at his +upstanding scalp-lock, in the corner of the hotel office dedicated +to public cleanliness.</p> +<p>It was a pity that such single-hearted effort must go +unrewarded, but the fact remains that he reached the hall just as +the couples were promenading for the first waltz. He was permitted +the doubtful pleasure of a welcoming nod from Flora as she went by +with the Pilgrim. Dill was on the floor with Mama Joy, and at a +glance he saw how it was; the Pilgrim had "butted in" and come +along with them. He supposed Flora really could not help it, but it +was pretty hard lines, all the same. For even in the range-land are +certain rules of etiquette which must be observed when men and +women foregather in the pursuit of pleasure. Billy remembered +ruefully how a girl must dance first, last, and oftenest with her +partner of the evening, and must eat supper with him besides, +whether she likes or not; to tweak this rule means to insult the +man beyond forgiveness.</p> +<p>"Well, it wouldn't hurt me none if Flora <i>did</i> cut him off +short," Billy concluded, his eyes following them resentfully +whenever they whirled down to his end of the room. "The way I've +got it framed up, I'd spoke for her first—if Dilly told her +what I said."</p> +<p>Still, what he thought privately did not seem to have much +effect upon realities. Flora he afterward saw intermittently while +they danced a quadrille together, and she made it plain that she +had not considered Billy as her partner; how could she, when he was +trailing around over the country with the round-up, and nobody knew +whether he would come or not? No, Mr. Walland did not come to the +ranch so very often. She added naïvely that he was awfully +busy. He had ridden in with them—and why not? Was there any +reason—</p> +<p>Billy, though he could think of reasons in plenty, turned just +then to balance on the corner and swing, and to do many other +senseless things at the behest of the man on the platform, so that +when they stood together again for a brief space, both were +breathless and she was anxiously feeling her hair and taking out +side combs and putting them back again, and Billy felt diffident +about interrupting her and said no more about who was her +partner.</p> +<p>An hour or so later he was looking about for her, meaning to +dance with her again, when a man pushed him aside hurriedly and +went across the floor and spoke angrily to another. Billy, moving +aside so that he could see, discovered Flora standing up with the +Pilgrim for the dance in another "set" that was forming. The man +who had jostled him was speaking to them angrily, but Billy could +not catch the words.</p> +<p>"He's drunk," called the Pilgrim to the floor manager. "Put him +out!"</p> +<p>Several men left their places and rushed over to them. Because +Flora was there and likely to be involved, Billy reached them +first.</p> +<p>"This was <i>my</i> dance!" the fellow was expostulating. "She +promised it to me."</p> +<p>"Aw, he's drunk," repeated the Pilgrim, turning to Billy. "It's +Gus Svenstrom. He's got it in for me because I fired him last week. +Throw him out! Miss Bridger isn't going to dance with a drunken +stiff like him."</p> +<p>"Oh, I'll go—I ain't so drunk I've got to be carried!" +retorted the other, and pushed his way angrily through the +crowd.</p> +<p>Flora had kept her place. Though the color had gone from her +cheeks, she seemed to have no intention of quitting the quadrille, +so there was nothing for Billy to do but get off the floor and +leave her to her partner. He went out after the Swede, and, seeing +him headed for the saloon across from the hotel, followed +aimlessly. He was not quite comfortable in the hall, anyway, for he +had caught Mama Joy eying him strangely, and he thought she was +wondering why he had not asked her to dance.</p> +<p>Charming Billy was not by nature a diplomat; it never once +occurred to him that he would better treat Mama Joy as if that half +minute in the kitchen had never been. He had said good evening to +her when he first met her that evening, and he considered his duty +done. He did not want to dance with her, and that was, in his +opinion, an excellent reason for not doing so. He did not like to +have her watching him with those big, round, blue eyes of hers, so +he stayed in the saloon for a while and only left it to go to +supper when some one said that the dance crowd was over there. +There might be some chance that would permit him to eat with +Flora.</p> +<p>There are moments in a town when, even with many people coming +and going, one may look and see none. When Billy closed the door of +the saloon behind him and started across to the hotel, not a man +did he see, though there was sound in plenty from the saloons and +the hotel and the hall. He was nearly half across the street when +two men came into sight and met suddenly just outside a window of +the hotel. Billy, in the gloom of starlight and no moon, could not +tell who they were; he heard a sharp sentence or two, saw them +close together, heard a blow. Then they broke apart and there was +the flash of a shot. One man fell and the other whirled about as if +he would run, but Billy was then almost upon them and the man +turned back and stood looking down at the fallen figure.</p> +<p>"Damn him, he pulled a knife on me!" he cried defensively. Billy +saw that it was the Pilgrim.</p> +<p>"Who is he?" he asked, and knelt beside the form. The man was +lying just where the lamp-light streamed out from the window, but +his face was in shadow. "Oh, it's that Swede," he added, and rose. +"I'll get somebody; I believe he's dead." He left the Pilgrim +standing there and hurried to the door of the hotel office.</p> +<p>In any other locality a shot would have brought on the run every +man who heard it; but in a "cow-town," especially on a dance night, +shots are as common as shouts. In Hardup that night there had been +periodical outbursts which no one, not even the women, minded in +the least.</p> +<p>So it was not until Billy opened the door, put his head in, and +cried: "Come alive! A fellow's been shot, right out here," that +there was a stampede for the door.</p> +<p>The Pilgrim still stood beside the other, waiting. Three or four +stooped over the man on the ground. Billy was one of them.</p> +<p>"He pulled a gun on me," explained the Pilgrim. "I was trying to +take it away from him, and it went off."</p> +<p>Billy stood up, and, as he did so, his foot struck against a +revolver lying beside the Swede. He looked at the Pilgrim queerly, +but he did not say anything. They were lifting the Swede to carry +him into the office; they knew that he was dead, even before they +got him into the light.</p> +<p>"Somebody better get word to the coroner," said the Pilgrim, +fighting for self-control. "It was self-defense. My God, boys, I +couldn't help it! He pulled a gun on me. Yuh saw it on the ground +there, right where he dropped it."</p> +<p>Billy turned clear around and looked again at the Pilgrim, and +the Pilgrim met his eyes defiantly before he turned away.</p> +<p>"I understood yuh to say it was a knife," he remarked +slowly.</p> +<p>The Pilgrim swung back again. "I didn't—or, if I did, I +was rattled. It was a gun—that gun on the ground. He met me +there and started a row and said he'd fix me. He pulled his gun, +and I made a grab for it and it went off. That's all there is to +it." He stared hard at Billy.</p> +<p>There was much talk among the men, and several told how they had +heard the Swede "cussing" Walland in the saloon that evening. Some +remembered threats—the threats which a man will foolishly +make when he is pouring whisky down his throat by the glassful. No +one seemed to blame Walland in the least, and Billy felt that the +Pilgrim was in a fair way to become something of a hero. It is not +every man who has the nerve to grab a gun with which he is +threatened.</p> +<p>They made a cursory search of the Pilgrim and found that he was +not armed, and he was given to understand that he would be expected +to stay around town until the coroner came and "sat" on the case. +But he was treated to drinks right and left, and when Billy went to +find Flora the Pilgrim was leaning heavily upon the bar with a +glass in his hand and his hat far back on his head, declaiming to +the crowd that he was perfectly harmless so long as he was left +alone. But he wasn't safe to monkey with, and any man who came at +him hunting trouble would sure get all he wanted and then some. He +said he didn't kill people if he could help it—but a man was +plumb obliged to, sometimes.</p> +<p>"I'm sure surprised to think I got off with m' life, last +winter, when I hazed him away from line-camp; I guess I must uh had +a close call, all right!" Billy snorted contemptuously and shut the +door upon the wordy revelation of the Pilgrim's deep inner nature +which had been until that night carefully hidden from an admiring +world.</p> +<p>The dance stopped abruptly with the killing; people were already +going home. Billy, with the excuse that he would be wanted at the +inquest, hunted up Jim Bleeker, gave him charge of the round-up for +a few days, and told him what route to take. For himself, he meant +to ride home with Flora or know the reason why.</p> +<p>"Come along, Dilly, and let's get out uh town," he urged, when +he had found him. "It's a kinda small burg, and at the rate the +Pilgrim is swelling up over what he done, there won't be room for +nobody but him in another hour. He's making me plumb nervous and +afraid to be around him, he's so fatal."</p> +<p>"We'll go at once, William. Walland is drinking a great deal +more than he should, but I don't think he means to be boastful over +so unfortunate an affair. Do you think you are taking an altogether +unprejudiced view of the matter? Our judgment," he added +deprecatingly, "is so apt to be warped by our likes and +dislikes."</p> +<p>"Well, if that was the case here," Billy told him shortly, "I've +got dislike enough for him to wind my judgment up like a clock +spring. I'll go see if Flora and her mother are ready." In that way +he avoided discussing the Pilgrim, for Dill was not so dull that he +failed to take the hint.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII.</h2> +<h3><i>The Shadow Darkens</i>.</h3> +<p>The inquest resulted to the satisfaction of those who wished +well to the Pilgrim, for it cleared him of all responsibility for +the killing. Gus Svenstrom had been drunk; he had been heard to +make threats; he had been the aggressor in the trouble at the +dance; and the Pilgrim, in the search men had made immediately +after the shooting, had been found unarmed. The case was very +plainly one of self-defense.</p> +<p>Billy, when questioned, repeated the Pilgrim's first words to +him—that the Swede had pulled a knife; and told the jury, on +further questioning, that he had not seen any gun on the ground +until after he had gone for help.</p> +<p>Walland explained satisfactorily to the jury. He may have said +knife instead of gun. He had heard some one say that the Swede +carried a knife, and he had been expecting him to draw one. He was +rattled at first and hardly knew what he did say. He did not +remember saying it was a knife, but it was possible that he had +done so. As to Billy's not seeing any gun at first—they did +not question the Pilgrim about that, because Billy in his haste and +excitement could so easily overlook an object on the ground. They +gave a verdict of self-defense without any discussion, and the +Pilgrim continued to be something of a hero among his fellows.</p> +<p>Billy, as soon as the thing was over, mounted in not quite the +best humor and rode away to join his wagons. He had not ridden to +the Double-Crank to hear Flora talk incessantly of Mr. Walland, and +repeat many times the assertion that she did not see how, under the +circumstances, he could avoid killing the man. Nor had he gone to +watch Mama Joy dimple and frown by turns and give him sidelong +glances which made him turn his head quickly away. He hated to +admit to himself how well he understood her. He did not want to be +rude, but he had no desire to flirt with her, and it made him rage +inwardly to realize how young and pretty she really was, and how, +if it were not for Flora, he might so easily be tempted to meet her +at least halfway. She could not be more than four or five years +older than Flora, and in her large, blonde way she was quite as +alluring. Billy wished profanely that she had gone to Klondyke with +her husband, or that Bridger had known enough about women to stay +at home with a wife as young as she.</p> +<p>He was glad in his heart when came the time to go. Maybe she +would get over her foolishness by the time he came in with the +round-up. At any rate, the combination at the ranch did not tempt +him to neglect his business, and he galloped down the trail without +so much as looking back to see if Flora would wave—possibly +because he was afraid he might catch the flutter of a handkerchief +in fingers other than hers.</p> +<p>It was when the round-up was on its way in that Billy, stopping +for an hour in Hardup, met Dill in the post office.</p> +<p>"Why, hello, Dilly!" he cried, really glad to see the tall, lank +form come shambling in at the door. "I didn't expect to see yuh off +your own ranch. Anybody dead?" It struck him that Dill looked a +shade more melancholy than was usual, even for him.</p> +<p>"Why, no, William. Every one is well—very well indeed. I +only rode in after the mail and a few other things. I'm always +anxious for my papers and magazines, you know. If you will wait for +half an hour—you are going home, I take it?"</p> +<p>"That's where I'm sure headed, and we can ride out together, +easy as not. We're through for a couple uh weeks or so, and I'm +hazing the boys home to bust a few hosses before we strike out +again. I guess I'll just keep the camp running down by the creek. +Going to be in town long enough for me to play a game uh pool?"</p> +<p>"I was going right out again, but there's no particular hurry," +said Dill, looking over his letters. "Were you going to play with +some one in particular?"</p> +<p>"No—just the first gazabo I could rope and lead up to the +table," Billy told him, sliding off the counter where he had been +perched.</p> +<p>"I wouldn't mind a game myself," Dill observed, in his +hesitating way.</p> +<p>In the end, however, they gave up the idea and started for home; +because two men were already playing at the only table in Hardup, +and they were in no mind to wait indefinitely.</p> +<p>Outside the town, Dill turned gravely to the other, "Did you say +you were intending to camp down by the creek, William?" he asked +slowly.</p> +<p>"Why, yes. Anything against it?" Billy's eyes opened a bit wider +that Dill should question so trivial a thing.</p> +<p>"Oh, no—nothing at all." Dill cleared his throat +raspingly. "Nothing at all—so long as there is any creek to +camp beside."</p> +<p>"I reckon you've got something to back that remark. Has the +creek went and run off somewhere?" Billy said, after a minute of +staring.</p> +<p>"William, I have been feeling extremely ill at ease for the past +week, and I have been very anxious for a talk with you. Eight days +ago the creek suddenly ran dry—so dry that one could not fill +a tin dipper except in the holes. I observed it about noon, when I +led my horse down to water. I immediately saddled him and rode up +the creek to discover the cause." He stopped and looked at Billy +steadily.</p> +<p>"Well, I reckon yuh found it," Billy prompted impatiently.</p> +<p>"I did. I followed the creek until I came to the ditch Mr. Brown +has been digging. I found that he had it finished and was filling +it from the creek in order to test it. I believe," he added dryly, +"he found the result very satisfying—to himself. The ditch +carried the whole creek without any trouble, and there was plenty +of room at the top for more!"</p> +<p>"Hell!" said Billy, just as Dill knew he would say. "But he +can't take out any more than his water-right calls for," he added. +"Yuh got a water right along with the ranch, didn't yuh say?"</p> +<p>"I got three—the third, fourth, and fifth. I have looked +into the matter very closely in the last week. I find that we can +have all the water there is—after Brown gets through. His +rights are the first and second, and will cover all the water the +creek will carry, if he chooses to use them to the limit. I suspect +he was looking for some sort of protest from me, for he had the +papers in his pocket and showed them to me. I afterward +investigated, as I said, and found the case to be exactly as I have +stated."</p> +<p>Billy stared long at his horse's ears. "Well, he can't use the +whole creek," he said at last, "not unless he just turned it loose +to be mean, and I don't believe he can waste water even if he does +hold the rights. We can mighty quick put a stop to that. Do yuh +know anything about injunctions? If yuh don't, yuh better +investigate 'em a lot—because I don't know a damn' thing +about the breed, and we're liable to need 'em bad."</p> +<p>"I believe I may truthfully say that I understand the +uses—and misuses—of injunctions, William. In the East +they largely take the place of guns as fighting weapons, and I +think I may say without boasting that I can hit the bull's-eye with +them as well as most men. But suppose Mr. Brown <i>uses</i> the +water? Suppose there is none left to turn back into the creek +channel when he is through? He has a large force of men at work +running laterals from the main ditch, which carries the water up +and over the high land, and I took the liberty of following his +lines of stakes. As you would put it, William, he seems about to +irrigate the whole of northern Montana; certainly his stakes cover +the whole creek bottom, both above and below the main ditch, and +also the bench land above."</p> +<p>"Hell! Anything else?"</p> +<p>"I believe not—except that he has completed his fencing +and has turned in a large number of cattle. I say completed, though +strictly speaking he has not. He has completed the great field +south of the creek and east of us. But Mr. Walland was saying that +Brown intends to fence a tract to the north of us, either this fall +or early in the spring. I know to a certainty that he has a good +many sections leased there. I tried to obtain some of it last +spring and could not." Into the voice of Dill had crept a note of +discouragement.</p> +<p>"Well, don't yuh worry none, Dilly. I'm here to see yuh pull out +on top, and you'll do it, too. You're a crackerjack when it comes +to the fine points uh business, and I sure savvy the range end uh +the game, so between us we ought to make good, don't yuh think? You +just keep your eye on Brown, and if yuh can slap him in the face +with an injunction or anything, don't yuh get a sudden attack uh +politeness and let him slide. I'll look after the cow brutes +myself—and if I ain't good for it, after all these years, I +ought to be kicked plumb off the earth. The time has gone by when +we could ride over there and haze his bunch clear out uh the +country on a high lope, with our six guns backing our argument. I +kinda wish," he added pensively, "we <i>hadn't</i> got so damn' +decent and law-abiding. We could get action a heap more speedy and +thorough with a dozen or fifteen buckaroos that liked to fight and +had lots uh shells and good hosses. Why, I could have the old man's +bunch shoveling dirt into that ditch to beat four aces, in about +fifteen minutes, if—"</p> +<p>"But, as you say," Dill cut in anxiously, "we are decent and +law-abiding, and such a procedure is quite out of the +question."</p> +<p>"Aw, I ain't meditating no moonlight attack, Dilly—but the +boys would sure love to do it if I told 'em to get busy, and I +reckon we could make a better job of it than forty-nine injunctions +and all kinds uh law sharps."</p> +<p>"Careful, William. I used to be a 'law sharp' myself," protested +Dill, pulling his face into a smile. "And I must own I feel anxious +over this irrigation project of Brown's. He is going to work upon a +large scale—a <i>very</i> large scale—for a private +ranch. You have made it plain to me, William, how vitally important +a wide, unsettled country is to successful cattle raising; and +since then I have thought deeply upon the subject. I feel sure that +Mr. Brown is <i>not</i> going to start a cattle ranch."</p> +<p>"If he ain't, then what—"</p> +<p>"I am not prepared at present to make a statement, even to you, +William. I never enjoyed recanting. But one thing I may say. Mr. +Brown has so far kept well within his legal rights, and we have no +possible ground for protest. So you see, perhaps we would better +turn our entire attention to our own affairs."</p> +<p>"Sure. I got plenty uh troubles uh my own," Billy agreed, more +emphatically than he intended.</p> +<p>Dill looked at him hesitatingly. "Mrs. Bridger," he observed +slowly, "has received news that her husband is seriously ill. There +will not be another boat going north until spring, so that it will +be impossible for her to go to him. I am extremely sorry." Then, as +if that statement seemed to him too bald, in view of the fact that +they had never discussed Mama Joy, he added, "It is very hard for +Flora. The letter held out little hope of recovery."</p> +<p>Billy, though he turned a deep red and acquired three distinct +creases between his eyebrows, did not even make use of his favorite +expletive. After a while he said irritably that a man was a damn +fool to go off like that and leave a wife—and +family—behind him. He ought either to stay at home or take +them with him.</p> +<p>He did not mean that he wished her father had taken Flora to +Klondyke, though he openly implied that he wished Mama Joy had +gone. He knew he was inconsistent, but he also knew—and there +was comfort as well as discomfort in the knowledge—that Dill +understood him very well.</p> +<p>It seemed to Billy, in the short time that the round-up crew was +camped by the creek, that no situation could be more intolerable +than the one he must endure. He could not see Flora without having +Mama Joy present also—or if he did find Flora alone, Mama Joy +was sure to appear very shortly. If he went near the house there +was no escaping her. And when he once asked Flora to ride with him +he straightway discovered that Mama Joy had developed a passion for +riding and went along. Flora had only time to murmur a rapid +sentence or two while Mama Joy was hunting her gloves.</p> +<p>"Mama Joy has been taking the <i>Ladies' Home Journal</i>" she +said ironically, "and she has been converted to the idea that a +girl must never be trusted alone with a man. I've acquired a +chaperon now! Have you begun to study diplomacy yet, Billy +Boy?"</p> +<p>"Does she chapyron yuh this fervent when the Pilgrim's the man?" +countered Billy resentfully.</p> +<p>He did not get an answer, because Mama Joy found her gloves too +soon, but he learned his lesson and did not ask Flora to ride with +him again. Nevertheless, he tried surreptitiously to let her know +the reason and so prevent any misunderstanding.</p> +<p>He knew that Flora was worrying over her father, and he would +like to have cheered her all he could; but he had no desire to +cheer Mama Joy as well—he would not even give her credit for +needing cheer. So he stayed away from them both and gave his time +wholly to the horse-breaking and to affairs in general, and ate and +slept in camp to make his avoidance of the house complete.</p> +<p>Sometimes, of a night when he could not sleep, he wondered why +it is that one never day-dreams unpleasant obstacles and +disheartening failures into one's air castles. Why was it that, +just when it had seemed to him that his dream was miraculously come +true; when he found himself complete master of the Double-Crank +where for years he had been merely one of the men; when the One +Girl was also settled indefinitely in the household he called his +home; when he knew she liked him, and had faith to believe he could +win her to something better than friendship—all these good +things should be enmeshed in a tangle of untoward +circumstances?</p> +<p>Why must he be compelled to worry over the Double-Crank, that +had always seemed to him a synonym for success? Why must his first +and only love affair be hampered by an element so disturbing as +Mama Joy? Why, when he had hazed the Pilgrim out of his +sight—and as he supposed, out of his life—must the man +hover always in the immediate background, threating the peace of +mind of Billy, who only wanted to be left alone that he and his +friends might live unmolested in the air castle of his +building?</p> +<p>One night, just before they were to start out again gathering +beef for the shipping season, Billy thought he had solved the +problem—philosophically, if not satisfactorily. "I guess +maybe it's just one uh the laws uh nature that you're always +bumping into," he decided. "It's a lot like draw-poker. Yah can't +get dealt out to yuh the cards yuh want, without getting some along +with 'em that yuh don't want. What gets me is, I don't see how in +thunder I'm going to ditch m' discard. If I could just turn 'em +face down on the table and count 'em out uh the game—old +Brown and his fences and his darn ditch, and that dimply blonde +person and the Pilgrim—oh, hell! Wouldn't we rake in the +stakes if I could?"</p> +<p>Straightway Billy found another element added to the list of +disagreeables—or, to follow his simile, another card was +dealt him which he would like to have discarded, but which he must +keep in his hand and play with what skill he might. He was not the +care-free Charming Billy Boyle who had made prune pie for Flora +Bridger in the line-camp. He looked older, and there were chronic +creases between his eyebrows, and it was seldom that he asked +tunefully</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Can she make a punkin pie, Billy boy, Billy Boy?"</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>He had too much on his mind for singing anything.</p> +<p>It was when he had gathered the first train load of big, +rollicky steers for market and was watching Jim Bleeker close the +stockyard gate on the tail of the herd at Tower, the nearest +shipping point, that the disagreeable element came in the person of +Dill and the news he bore.</p> +<p>He rode up to where Billy, just inside the wing of the +stockyards, was sitting slouched over with one foot out of the +stirrup, making a cigarette. Dill did not look so much the +tenderfoot, these days. He sat his horse with more assurance, and +his face was brown and had that firm, hard look which outdoor +living brings.</p> +<p>"I looked for you in yesterday or the day before, William," he +said, when Billy had greeted him with a friendly, "Hello, Dilly!" +and one of his illuminating smiles.</p> +<p>"I'm ready to gamble old Brown has been and gone and run the +creek dry on yuh again," bantered Billy, determined at that moment +to turn his back on trouble.</p> +<p>"No, William, you would lose. The creek is running almost its +normal volume of water. I dislike very much to interfere with your +part of the business, William, but under present conditions I feel +justified in telling you that you must not ship these cattle just +now. I have been watching the market with some uneasiness for a +month. Beef has been declining steadily until now it ranges from +two-ninety to three-sixty, and you will readily see, William, that +we cannot afford to ship at that figure. For various reasons I have +not obtruded business matters upon you, but I will now state that +it is vitally important that we realize enough from the beef +shipments to make our fall payment on the mortgage and pay the +interest on the remainder. It would be a great advantage if we +could also clear enough for the next year's running expenses. Have +you any idea how much beef there will be to ship this fall?"</p> +<p>"I figured on sixty or seventy cars," said Billy. Instinctively +he had pulled himself straight in the saddle to meet this fresh +emergency.</p> +<p>Dill, with a pencil and an old letter from his pocket, was doing +some rapid figuring. "With beef so low, I fear I shall be obliged +to ask you to hold this herd for two or three weeks. The price is +sure to rise later. It is merely a juggling operation among the +speculators and is not justified by the condition of the stock, or +of the market. In a couple of weeks the price should be normal +again."</p> +<p>"And in a couple uh weeks this bunch would bring the lowest +figure they name," Billy asserted firmly. "Beef shrinks on the hoof +like thunder when it's held up and close-herded on poor range. What +yuh better do, Dilly, is let me work this herd and ship just the +top-notchers—they're <i>all</i> prime beef," he added +regretfully, glancing through the fence at the milling herd. "I can +cut out ten of twelve cars that'll bring top price, and throw the +rest back on the range till we gather again. Yuh won't lose as much +that way as yuh would by holding up the whole works."</p> +<p>"Well," Dill hesitated, "perhaps you are right. I don't pretend +to know anything about this side of the business. To put the case +to you plainly, we must clear forty thousand dollars on our beef +this fall, for the mortgage alone—putting it in round +numbers. We should also have ten thousand dollars for expenses, in +order to run clear without adding to our liabilities. I rely upon +you to help manage it. If you would postpone any more gathering of +beef until—"</p> +<p>"It's just about a case uh now or never," Billy cut in. "There's +only about so long to gather beef before they begin to fall off in +weight. Then we've got to round up the calves and wean 'em, before +cold weather sets in. We can't work much after snow falls. We can +pull through the first storm, all right, but when winter sets in +we're done. We've got to wean and feed all the calves you've got +hay for, and I can save some loss by going careful and taking 'em +away from the poorest cows and leaving the fat ones to winter their +calves. How much hay yuh got put up?"</p> +<p>"A little over five hundred tons on our place," said Dill. "And +I sent a small crew over to the Bridger place; they have nearly a +hundred tons there. You said for me to gather every spear I could," +he reminded humorously, "and I obeyed to the best of my +ability."</p> +<p>"Good shot, Dilly. I'll round up eight or nine hundred calves, +then; that'll help some. Well, shall I cut the top off this bunch +uh beef, or throw the whole business back on the range? You're the +doctor."</p> +<p>Dill rode close to the high fence, stood in his stirrups and +looked down upon the mass of broad, sleek backs moving restlessly +in and out and around, with no aim but to seek some way of escape. +The bawling made speech difficult at any distance, and the dust +sent him coughing away.</p> +<p>"I think, William," he said, when he was again beside Billy, "I +shall leave this matter to your own judgment. What I want is to get +every cent possible out of the beef we ship; the details I am +content to leave with you, for in my ignorance I should probably +botch the job. I suppose we can arrange it so that, in case the +market rises suddenly, you can rush in a trainload at short +notice?"</p> +<p>"Give me two weeks to get action on the range stuff, and I can +have a trainload on the way to Chicago so quick it'll make your +head whirl. I'll make it a point to be ready on short notice. And +before we pull out I'll give yuh a kinda programme uh the next +three or four weeks, so yuh can send a man out and he'll have some +show uh finding us. And I won't bring in another herd till you send +word—only yuh want to bear in mind that I can't set out there +on a pinnacle till snow flies, waiting for prices to raise in +Chicago. Yuh don't want to lose sight uh them nine hundred calves +we've got to gather yet."</p> +<p>It was all well enough for Billy to promise largely and +confidently, but he failed to take into account one small detail +over which he had no control. So perfect was his system of +gathering beef—and he gathered only the best, so as to catch +the top price—that when Dill's message came, short and +hurried but punctiliously worded and perfectly punctuated, that +beef had raised to four-thirty and "Please rush shipment as per +agreement," Billy had his trainload of beef in Tower, ready to load +just three days after receiving notice. But here interfered the +detail over which he had no control. Dill had remembered to order +the cars, but shipping was heavy and cars were not to be had.</p> +<p>Two long, heartrending weeks they waited just outside Tower, +held there within easy reach—and upon mighty short feed for +the herd—by the promises of the railroad management and the +daily assurance of the agent that the cars might be along at any +time within four hours. (He always said four hours, which was the +schedule time for fast freight between Tower and the division +point.) Two long weeks, while from the surrounding hills they +watched long stock trains winding snakily over the prairie toward +Chicago. During those maddening days and nights Billy added a fresh +crease to the group between his eyebrows and deepened the old ones, +and Dill rode three horses thin galloping back and forth between +the ranch and the herd, in helpless anxiety.</p> +<p>At last the cars came and the beef, a good deal thinner than it +had been, was loaded and gone, and the two relaxed somewhat from +the strain. The market was lower when that beef reached its +destination, and they did not bring the "top" price which Billy had +promised Dill.</p> +<p>So the shipping season passed and Dill made his payment on the +mortgage by borrowing twelve thousand dollars, using a little over +two thousand to make up the deficit in shipping returns and holding +the remainder for current expenses. Truly, the disagreeable element +which would creep in where Billy had least expected scored a point +there, and once more the castle he had builded for himself and Dill +and one other lay in shadow.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII.</h2> +<h3><i>When the North Wind Blows.</i></h3> +<p>November came in with a blizzard; one of those sudden, sweeping +whirls of snow, with bitter cold and a wind that drove the fine +snow-flour through shack walls and around window casings, and made +one look speculatively at the supply of fuel. It was such a storm +as brings an aftermath of sheepherders reported missing with their +bands scattered and wandering aimlessly or else frozen, a huddled +mass, in some washout; such a storm as sends the range cattle +drifting, heads down and bodies hunched together, neither knowing +nor caring where their trail may end, so they need not face that +bitter drive of wind and snow.</p> +<p>It was the first storm of the season, and they told one another +it would be the worst. The Double-Crank wagons were on the way in +with a bunch of bawling calves and cows when it came, and they were +forced to camp hastily in the shelter of a coulée till it +was over, and to walk and lead their horses much of the time on +guard that they might not freeze in the saddle. But they pulled +through it, and they got to the ranch and the corrals with only a +few calves left beside the trail to mark their bitter passing. In +the first days of cold and calm that came after, the ranch was +resonant day and night with that monotonous, indescribable sound, +like nothing else on earth unless it be the beating of surf against +a rocky shore—the bawling of nine hundred calves penned in +corrals, their uproar but the nucleus for the protesting clamor of +nine hundred cows circling outside or standing with noses pressed +close against the corral rails.</p> +<p>Not one day and night it lasted, nor two. For four days the +uproar showed no sign of ever lessening, and on the fifth the +eighteen hundred voices were so hoarse that the calves merely +whispered their plaint, gave over in disgust and began nosing the +scattered piles of hay. The cows, urged by hunger, strayed from the +blackened circle around the corrals and went to burrowing in the +snow for the ripened grass whereby they must live throughout the +winter. They were driven forth to the open range and left there, +and the Double-Crank settled down to comparative quiet and what +peace they might attain. Half the crew rolled their beds and rode +elsewhere to spend the winter, returning, like the meadowlarks, +with the first hint of soft skies and green grass.</p> +<p>Jim Bleeker and a fellow they called Spikes moved over to the +Bridger place with as many calves as the hay there would feed, and +two men were sent down to the line-camp to winter. Two were kept at +the Double-Crank Ranch to feed the calves and make themselves +generally useful—the quietest, best boys of the lot they +were, because they must eat in the house and Billy was thoughtful +of the women.</p> +<p>So the Double-Crank settled itself for the long winter and what +it might bring of good or ill.</p> +<p>Billy was troubled over more things than one. He could not help +seeing that Flora was worrying a great deal over her father, and +that the relations between herself and Mama Joy were, to put it +mildly and tritely, strained. With the shadow of what sorrow might +be theirs, hidden away from them in the frost-prisoned North, there +was no dancing to lighten the weeks as they passed, and the women +of the range land are not greatly given to "visiting" in winter. +The miles between ranches are too long and too cold and uncertain, +so that nothing less alluring than a dance may draw them from home. +Billy thought it a shame, and that Flora must be terribly +lonesome.</p> +<p>It was a long time before he had more than five minutes at a +stretch in which to talk privately with her. Then one morning he +came in to breakfast and saw that the chair of Mama Joy was empty; +and Flora, when he went into the kitchen afterward, told him with +almost a relish in her tone that Mrs. Bridger—she called her +that, also with a relish—was in bed with toothache.</p> +<p>"Her face is swollen on one side till she couldn't raise a +dimple to save her life," she announced, glancing to see that the +doors were discreetly closed. "It's such a relief, when you've had +to look at them for four years. If <i>I</i> had dimples," she +added, spitefully rattling a handful of knives and forks into the +dishpan, "I'd plug the things with beeswax or dough, or anything +that I could get my hands on. Heavens! How I hate them!"</p> +<p>"Same here," said Billy, with guilty fervor. It was treason to +one of his few principles to speak disparagingly of a woman, but it +was in this case a great relief. He had never before seen Flora in +just this explosive state, and he had never heard her say +"Heavens!" Somehow, it also seemed to him that he had never seen +her so wholly lovable. He went up to her, tilted her head back a +little, and put a kiss on the place where dimples were not. "That's +one uh the reasons why I like yuh so much," he murmured. "Yuh +haven't got dimples or yellow hair or blue eyes—thank the +Lord! Some uh these days, girlie, I'm going t' pick yuh up and run +off with yuh."</p> +<p>Her eyes, as she looked briefly up at him, were a shade less +turbulent. "You'd better watch out or <i>she</i> will be running +off with <i>you</i>!" she said, and drew gently away from him. +"There! That's a horrid thing to say, Billy Boy, but it isn't half +as horrid as—And she watches me and wants to know everything +we say to each other, and is—" She stopped abruptly and +turned to get hot water.</p> +<p>"I know it's tough, girlie." Charming Billy, considering his +ignorance of women, showed an instinct for just the sympathy she +needed. "I haven't had a chance to speak to yuh, hardly, for +months—anything but common remarks made in public. How long +does the toothache last as a general thing?" He took down the dish +towel from its nail inside the pantry door and prepared to help +her. "She's good for to-day, ain't she?"</p> +<p>"Oh, yes—and I suppose it <i>does</i> hurt, and I ought to +be sorry. But I'm not. I'm glad of it. I wish her face would stay +that way all winter! She's so fussy about her looks she won't put +her nose out of her room till she's pretty again. Oh, Billy Boy, I +wish I were a man!"</p> +<p>"Well, <i>I</i> don't!" Billy disagreed. "If yuh was," he added +soberly, "and stayed as pretty as yuh are now, she'd—" But +Billy could not bring himself to finish the sentence.</p> +<p>"Do you think it's because you're so pretty that she—"</p> +<p>Flora smiled reluctantly. "If I were a man I could swear and +<i>swear!</i>"</p> +<p>"Swear anyhow," suggested Billy encouragingly. "I'll show yuh +how."</p> +<p>"And father away off in Klondyke," she said irrelevantly, +passing over his generous offer, "and—and dead, for all we +know! And she doesn't care—at <i>all!</i> She—"</p> +<p>Sympathy is good, but it has a disagreeable way of bringing all +one's troubles to the front rather overwhelmingly. Flora suddenly +dropped a plate back into the pan, leaned her face against the wall +by the sink and began to cry in a tempestuous manner rather +frightened Charming Billy Boyle, who had never before seen a grown +woman cry real tears and sob like that.</p> +<p>He did what he could. He put his arms around her and held her +close, and patted her hair and called her girlie, and laid his +brown cheek against her wet one and told her to never mind and that +it would be all right anyway, and that her father was probably +picking away in his mine right then and wishing she was there to +fry his bacon for him.</p> +<p>"I wish I was, too," she murmured, weaned from her weeping and +talking into his coat. "If I'd known +how—<i>she</i>—really was, I wouldn't ever have stayed. +I'd have gone with father."</p> +<p>"And where would <i>I</i> come in?" he demanded selfishly, and +so turned the conversation still farther from her trouble.</p> +<p>The water went stone cold in the dishpan and the fire died in +the stove so that the frost spread a film over the thawed centre of +the window panes. There is no telling when the dishes would have +been washed that day if Mama Joy had not begun to pound +energetically upon the floor—with the heel of a shoe, judging +from the sound. Even that might not have proved a serious +interruption; but Dill put his head in from the dining room and got +as far as "That gray horse, William—" before he caught the +significance of Flora perched on the knee of "William" and +retreated hastily.</p> +<p>So Flora went to see what Mama Joy wanted, and Billy hurried +somewhat guiltily out to find what was the matter with the gray +horse, and practical affairs once more took control.</p> +<p>After that, Billy considered himself an engaged young man. He +went back to his ditty and inquired frequently:</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Can she make a punkin pie, Billy boy, Billy Boy?"</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>and was very nearly the old, care-free Charming Billy of the +line-camp. It is true that Mama Joy recovered disconcertingly that +afternoon, and became once more ubiquitous, but Billy felt that +nothing could cheat him of his joy, and remained cheerful under +difficulties. He could exchange glances of much secret +understanding with Flora, and he could snatch a hasty kiss, now and +then, and when the chaperonage was too unremitting she could slip +into his hands a hurriedly penciled note, filled with important +nothings. Which made a bright spot in his life and kept Flora from +thinking altogether of her father and fretting for some news of +him.</p> +<p>Still, there were other things to worry him and to keep him from +forgetting that the law of nature, which he had before defined to +his own satisfaction, still governed the game. Storm followed storm +with a monotonous regularity that was, to say the least, +depressing, though to be sure there had been other winters like +this, and not even Billy could claim that Nature was especially +malignant.</p> +<p>But with Brown's new fence stretching for miles to the south and +east of the open range near home, the drifting cattle brought up +against it during the blinding blizzards and huddled there, +freezing in the open, or else plodded stolidly along beside it +until some washout or coulée too deep for crossing barred +their way, so that the huddling and freezing was at best merely +postponed. Billy, being quite alive to the exigencies of the +matter, rode and rode, and with him rode Dill and the other two men +when they had the leisure—which was not often, since the +storms made much "shoveling" of hay necessary if they would keep +the calves from dying by the dozen. They pushed the cattle away +from the fences—to speak figuratively and +colloquially—and drove them back to the open range until the +next storm or cold north wind came and compelled them to repeat the +process.</p> +<p>If Billy had had unlimited opportunity for lovemaking, he would +not have had the time, for he spent hours in the saddle every day, +unless the storm was too bitter for even him to face. There was the +line-camp with which to keep in touch; he must ride often to the +Bridger place—or he thought he must—to see how they +were getting on. It worried him to see how large the "hospital +bunch" was growing, and to see how many dark little mounds dotted +the hollows, except when a new-fallen blanket of snow made them +white—the carcasses of the calves that had "laid 'em down" +already.</p> +<p>"Yuh ain't feeding heavy enough, boys," he told them once, +before he quite realized how hard the weather was for stock.</p> +<p>"Yuh better ride around the hill and take a look at the stacks," +suggested Jim Bleeker. "We're feeding heavy as we dare, Bill. If we +don't get a let-up early we're going to be plumb out uh hay. There +ain't been a week all together that the calves could feed away from +the sheds. <i>That's</i> where the trouble lays."</p> +<p>Billy rode the long half-mile up the coulée to where the +hay had mostly been stacked, and came back looking sober. "There's +no use splitting the bunch and taking some to the Double-Crank," he +said. "We need all the hay we've got over there. Shove 'em out on +the hills and make 'em feed a little every day that's fit, and bank +up them sheds and make 'em warmer. This winter's going to be one of +our old steadies, the way she acts so far. It's sure a fright, the +way this weather eats up the hay."</p> +<p>It was such incidents as these which weaned him again from his +singing and his light-heartedness as the weeks passed coldly toward +spring. He did not say very much about it to Dill, because he had a +constitutional aversion to piling up agony ahead of him; besides, +Dill could see for himself that the loss would be heavy, though +just how heavy he hadn't the experience with which to estimate. As +March came in with a blizzard and went, a succession of bleak days, +into April, Billy knew more than he cared to admit even to himself. +He would lie awake at night when the wind and snow raved over the +land, and picture the bare open that he knew, with lean, +Double-Crank stock drifting tail to the wind. He could fancy them +coming up against this fence and that fence, which had not been +there a year or two ago, and huddling there, freezing, cut off from +the sheltered coulées that would have saved them.</p> +<p>"Damn these nesters and their fences!" He would grit his teeth +at his helplessness, and then try to forget it all and think only +of Flora.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX.</h2> +<h3><i>"I'm Not Your Wife Yet!"</i></h3> +<p>Billy, coming back from the biggest town in the country, where +he had gone to pick up another man or two for the round-up which +was at hand, met the Pilgrim face to face as he was crossing the +creek to go to the corrals. It was nearing sundown and it was +Sunday, and those two details, when used in connection with the +Pilgrim, seemed unpleasantly significant. Besides, Billy was +freshly antagonistic because of something he had heard while he was +away; instead of returning the Pilgrim's brazenly cheerful "Hello," +he scowled and rode on without so much as giving a downward tilt to +his chin. For Charming Billy Boyle was never inclined to diplomacy, +or to hiding his feelings in any way unless driven to it by +absolute necessity.</p> +<p>When he went into the house he saw that Flora had her hair done +in a new way that was extremely pretty, and that she had on a soft, +white silk shirt-waist with lots of lace zigzagged across—a +waist hitherto kept sacred to dances and other glorious +occasions—and a soft, pink bow pinned in her hair; all these +things he mentally connected with the visit of the Pilgrim. When he +turned to see a malicious light in the round, blue eyes of Mama Joy +and a spiteful satisfaction in her very dimples, it suddenly +occurred to him that he would certainly have something to say to +Miss Flora. It was no comfort to know that all winter the Pilgrim +had not been near, because all winter he had been away +somewhere—rumor had it that he spent his winters in Iowa. +Like the birds, he always returned with the spring.</p> +<p>Billy never suspected that Mama Joy read his face and left them +purposely together after supper, though he was surprised when she +arose from the table and said:</p> +<p>"Flora, you make Billy help you with the dishes. I've got a +headache and I'm going to lie down."</p> +<p>At any rate, it gave him the opportunity he wanted.</p> +<p>"Are yuh going to let the Pilgrim hang around here this summer?" +he demanded in his straight-from-the-shoulder fashion while he was +drying the first cup.</p> +<p>"You mean Mr. Walland? I didn't know he ever 'hung around'." +Flora was not meek, and Billy realized that, as he put it mentally, +he had his work cut out for him to pull through without a +quarrel.</p> +<p>"I mean the Pilgrim. And I call it hanging around when a fellow +keeps running to see a girl that's got a loop on her already. I +don't want to lay down the law to yuh, Girlie, but that blamed +Siwash has got to keep away from here. He ain't fit for yuh to +speak to—and I'd a told yuh before, only I didn't have any +right—"</p> +<p>"Are you sure you have a right now?" The tone of Flora was sweet +and calm and patient. "I'll tell you one thing, Charming Billy +Boyle, Mr. Walland has never spoken one word against <i>you</i>. +He—he <i>likes</i> you, and I don't think it's nice for +you—"</p> +<p>"Likes me! Like hell he does!" snorted Billy, not bothering to +choose nice words. "He'd plug me in the back like an Injun if he +thought he could get off with it. I remember him when I hazed him +away from line-camp, the morning after you stayed there, he +promised faithful to kill me. Uh course, he won't, because he's +afraid, but—I don't reckon yuh can call it liking—"</p> +<p>"<i>Why</i> did you 'haze him away,' as you call it, Billy? And +kill his dog? It was a <i>nice</i> dog; I love dogs, and I don't +see how any man—"</p> +<p>Billy flushed hotly. "I hazed him away because he insulted you," +he said bluntly, not quite believing in her ignorance.</p> +<p>Flora, her hands buried deep in the soapsuds, looked at him +round-eyed. "I never heard of that before," she said slowly. "When, +Billy? And what did he—say?"</p> +<p>Billy stared at her. "<i>I</i> don't know what he said! I +wouldn't think you'd need to ask. When I came in the cabin—I +lied about getting lost from the trail—I turned around and +came back, because I was afraid he might come before I could get +back, and—when I came in, there was <i>something</i>. I could +tell, all right. Yuh sat there behind the table looking like yuh +was—well, kinda cornered. And he was—Flora, he +<i>did</i> say something, or do something! He didn't act right to +yuh. I could tell. <i>Didn't</i> he? Yuh needn't be afraid to tell +me, Girlie. I give him a thrashing for it. What was it? I want to +know." He did not realize how pugnacious was his pose, but he was +leaning toward her with his face quite close, and his eyes were +blue points of intensity. His hands, doubled and pressing hard on +the table, showed white at the knuckles.</p> +<p>Flora rattled the dishes in the pan and laughed unsteadily. "Go +to work, Billy Boy, and don't act stagey," she commanded lightly. +"I'll tell you the exact truth—and that isn't anything to get +excited over. Fred Walland came about three minutes before you did, +and of course I didn't know he belonged there. I was afraid. He +pushed open the door, and he was swearing a little at the ice +there, where we threw out the dish water. I knew it wasn't you, and +I got back in the corner. He came in and looked awfully stunned at +seeing me and said, 'I beg your pardon, fair one'." She blushed and +did not look up. "He said, 'I didn't know there was a lady +present,' and put down the sack of stuff and looked at me for a +minute or two without saying a word. He was just going to speak, I +think, when you burst in. And that's all there was to it, Billy +Boy. I was frightened because I didn't know who he was, and he +<i>did</i> stare—but, so did you, Billy Boy, when I opened +the door and walked in. You stared every bit as hard and long as +Fred Walland did."</p> +<p>"But I'll bet I didn't have the same look in my face. Yuh wasn't +scared of <i>me</i>," Billy asserted shrewdly.</p> +<p>"I was too! I was horribly scared—at first. So if you +fought Fred Walland and killed his dog" (the reproach of her tone, +then!) "because you imagined a lot that wasn't true, you ought to +go straight and apologize."</p> +<p>"I don't <i>think</i> I will! Good Lord! Flora, do yuh think I +don't <i>know</i> the stuff he's made of? He's a low-down, cowardly +cur—the kind uh man that is always bragging about—" +(Billy stuck there. With her big, innocent eyes looking up at him, +he could not say "bragging about the women he's ruined," so he +changed weakly) "about all he's done. He's a murderer that ought by +rights t' be in the pen right now—"</p> +<p>"I think that will do, Billy!" she interrupted indignantly. "You +know he couldn't help killing that man."</p> +<p>"I kinda believed that, too, till I run onto Jim Johnson up in +Tower. You don't know Jim, but he's a straight man and wouldn't +lie. Yuh remember, Flora, the Pilgrim told me the Swede pulled a +knife on him. I stooped down and looked, and <i>I</i> didn't see no +knife—nor gun, either. And I wasn't so blamed excited I'd be +apt to pass up anything like that; I've seen men shot before, and +pass out with their boots on, in more excitable ways than a little, +plain, old killing. So I didn't see anything in the shape of a +weapon. But when I come back, here lays a Colt forty-five right in +plain sight, and the Pilgrim saying, 'He pulled a <i>gun</i> on +me,' right on top uh telling me it was a <i>knife</i>. I thought at +the time there was something queer about that, and about him not +having a gun on him when I know he <i>always</i> packed +one—like every other fool Pilgrim that comes West with the +idea he's got to fight his way along from breakfast to supper, and +sleep with his six-gun under his pillow!"</p> +<p>"And <i>I</i> know you don't like him, and you'd think he had +some ulterior motive if he rolled his cigarette backward once! I +don't see anything but just your dislike trying to twist +things—"</p> +<p>"Well, hold on a minute! I got to talking with Jim, and we're +pretty good friends. So he told me on the quiet that Gus Svenstrom +gave him his gun to keep, that night. Gus was drinking, and said he +didn't want to be packing it around for fear he might get foolish +with it. Jim had it—Jim was tending bar that time in that +little log saloon, in Hardup—when the Swede was killed. So it +wasn't <i>the Swedes</i> gun on the ground—and if he borrowed +one, which he wouldn't be apt to do, why didn't the fellow he got +it from claim it?"</p> +<p>"And if all this is true, why didn't your friend come and +testify at the hearing?" demanded Flora, her eyes glowing. "It +sounds to me exactly like a piece of spiteful old-woman gossip, and +I don't believe a word of it!"</p> +<p>"Jim ain't a gossip. He kept his mouth shut because he didn't +want to make trouble, and he was under the impression the Swede had +borrowed a gun somewhere. Being half drunk, he could easy forget +what he'd done with his own, and the Pilgrim put up such a straight +story—"</p> +<p>"Fred told the truth. I know he did. I don't <i>believe</i> he +had a gun that night, because—because I had asked him as a +favor to please not carry one to dances and places. There, now! +He'd do what I asked him to. I know he would. And I think you're +just mean, to talk like this about him; and, mind you, if he wants +to come here he can. I don't care if he comes <i>every day</i>!" +She was so near to tears that her voice broke and kept her from +saying more that was foolish.</p> +<p>"And I tell yuh, if he comes around here any more I'll chase him +off the ranch with a club!" Billy's voice was not as loud as usual, +but it was harsh and angry. "He ain't going to come here hanging +around you—not while <i>I</i> can help it, and I guess I can, +all right!" He threw down the dish towel, swept a cup off the table +with his elbow when he turned, and otherwise betrayed human, +unromantic rage. "Damn him, I wisht I'd chased him off long ago. +Fred, eh? Hell! <i>I'll</i> Fred him! Yuh think I'm going to stand +for him running after my girl? I'll kick him off the place. He +ain't fit to speak to yuh, or look at yuh; his friendship's an +insult to any decent woman. I'll mighty quick put a stop +to—"</p> +<p>"Will Boyle, you don't <i>dare</i>! I'm not your wife yet, +remember! I'm free to choose my own friends without asking leave of +any one, and if I want Fred Walland to come here, he'll +<i>come</i>, and it will take more than you to stop him. +I—I'll write him a note, and ask him to dinner next Sunday. +I—I'll <i>marry</i> him if I want to, Will Boyle, and you +can't stop me! He—he wants me to, badly enough, and if +you—"</p> +<p>Billy was gone, and the kitchen was rattling with the slam of +the door behind him, before she had time to make any more +declarations that would bring repentance afterward. She stood a +minute, listening to see whether he would come back, and when he +did not, she ran to the door, opened it hastily and looked. She saw +Billy just in the act of swishing his quirt down on the flanks of +Barney so that the horse almost cleared the creek in one bound. +Flora caught her breath and gave a queer little sob. She watched +him, wide-eyed and white, till he was quite out of sight and then +went in and shut the door upon the quiet, early spring +twilight.</p> +<p>As for Billy, he was gone to find the Pilgrim. Just what he +would do when he did find him was not quite plain, because he was +promising himself so many deeds of violence that no man could +possibly perform them all upon one victim. At the creek, he was +going to "shoot him like a coyote." A quarter of a mile farther, he +would "beat his damn' head off," and, as if those were not deaths +sufficient, he was after that determined to "take him by the heels +and snap his measly head off like yuh would a grass snake!"</p> +<p>Threatened as he was, the Pilgrim nevertheless escaped, because +Billy did not happen to come across him before his rage had cooled +to reason. He rode on to Hardup, spent the night there swallowing +more whisky than he had drunk before in six months, and after that +playing poker with a recklessness that found a bitter satisfaction +in losing and thus proving how vilely the world was using him, and +went home rather unsteadily at sunrise and slept heavily in the +bunk-house all that day. For Billy Boyle was distressingly human in +his rages as in his happier moods, and was not given to gentle, +picturesque melancholy and to wailing at the silent stars.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER XX.</h2> +<h3><i>The Shadow Lies Long</i>.</h3> +<p>What time he was compelled to be in the house, in the few +remaining days before round-up, he avoided Flora or was +punctiliously polite. Only once did he address her directly by +name, and then he called her Miss Bridger with a stiff formality +that made Mama Joy dimple with spiteful satisfaction. Flora replied +by calling him Mr. Boyle, and would not look at him.</p> +<p>Then it was all in the past, and Billy was out on the range +learning afresh how sickeningly awry one's plans may go. As mile +after mile of smiling grass-land was covered by the sweep of the +Double-Crank circles, the disaster pressed more painfully upon him. +When the wagons had left the range the fall before, Billy had +estimated roughly that eight or nine thousand head of Double-Crank +stock wandered at will in the open. But with the gathering and the +calf-branding he knew that the number had shrunk woefully. Of the +calves he had left with their mothers in the fall, scarce one +remained; of the cows themselves he could find not half, and the +calf-branding was becoming a grim joke among the men.</p> +<p>"Eat hearty," they would sometimes banter one another. "We got +to buckle down and <i>work</i> this afternoon. They's three calves +milling around out there waiting to be branded!"</p> +<p>"Aw, come off! There ain't but two," another would bellow.</p> +<p>If it were not quite as bad as that, it was in all conscience +bad enough, and when they swung up to the reservation line and +found there a fence in the making, and saw the Indian cowboys at +work throwing out all but reservation stock, Billy mentally threw +up his hands and left the outfit in Jim Bleeker's charge while he +rode home to consult Dill. For Billy Boyle, knowing well his +range-lore, could see nothing before the Double-Crank but black +failure.</p> +<p>"It begins to look, Dilly," he began, "as though I've stuck yuh +on this game. Yuh staked the wrong player; yuh should uh backed the +man that stacked the deck on me. There's hell to pay on the range, +Dilly. Last winter sure put a crimp in the +range-stuff—<i>that's</i> what I come to tell yuh. I knew it +would cut into the bunch. I could tell by the way things was going +close around here—but I didn't look for it to be as bad as it +is. And they're fencing in the reservation this spring—that +cuts off a big chunk uh mighty good grazing and winter shelter +along all them creeks. And I see there's quite a bunch uh grangers +come in, since I was along east uh here. They've got cattle turned +on the range, and there's half a dozen shacks scattered—"</p> +<p>"Mr. Brown is selling off tracts of land with +water-rights—under that big ditch, you understand. He's +working a sort of colonization scheme, as near as I can find out. +He is also fencing more land to the north and west—toward +Hardup, in fact. I believe they already have most of the posts set. +We'll soon be surrounded, William. And while we're upon the subject +of our calamities, I might state that we shall not be able to do +any irrigating this season. Mr. Brown is running his ditch half +full and has been for some little time. He kindly leaves enough for +our stock to drink, however!"</p> +<p>"Charitable old cuss—that same Brown! I was figuring on +the hay to kinda ease through next winter. Do yuh know, Dilly, the +range is just going t' be a death-trap, with all them damn fences +for the stock to drift into. Another winter half as bad as the last +one was will sure put the finishing touches to the +Double-Crank—unless we get busy and <i>do</i> something." +Billy, his face worn and his eyes holding that tired look which +comes of nights sleepless and of looking long upon trouble, turned +and began to pull absently at a splintered place in the gatepost. +He had stopped Dill at the corral to have a talk with him, because +to him the house was as desolate as if a dear one lay dead inside. +Flora was at home—trust his eyes to see her face appear +briefly at the window when he rode up!—but he could not yet +quite endure to face her and her cold greeting.</p> +<p>Dill, looking to Billy longer and lanker and mere melancholy +than ever, caressed his chin meditatively and regarded Billy in his +wistful, half-deprecating way. With the bitter knowledge that his +castle, and with it Dill's fortune, was toppling, Billy could +hardly bear to meet that look. And he had planned such great +things, and had meant to make Dilly a millionaire!</p> +<p>"What would you advise, William, under the present unfavorable +conditions?" asked Dill hesitatingly.</p> +<p>"Oh, I dunno. I've laid awake nights tryin' to pick a winning +card. If it was me, and me alone, I'd pull stakes and hunt another +range—and I'd go gunning after the first damn' man that stuck +up a post to hang barb-wire on. But after me making such a +rotten-poor job uh running the Double-Crank, I don't feel called on +to lay down the law to anybody!"</p> +<p>"If you will permit me to pass judgment, William, I will say +that you have shown an ability for managing men and affairs which I +consider remarkable; <i>quite</i> remarkable. You, perhaps, do not +go deep enough in searching for the cause of our misfortunes. It is +not bad management or the hard winter, or Mr. Brown, even—and +I blame myself bitterly for failing to read aright the 'handwriting +on the wall,' to quote scripture, which I seldom do. If you have +ever read history, William, you must know—even if you have +<i>not</i> read history you should know from observation—how +irresistible is the march of progress; how utterly futile it is for +individuals to attempt to defy it. I should have known that the +shadow of a great change has fallen on the West—the West of +the wide, open ranges and the cattle and the cowboy who tends them. +I should have seen it, but I did not. I was culpably careless.</p> +<p>"Brown saw it, and that, William, is why he sold the +Double-Crank to me. <i>He</i> saw that the range was doomed, and +instead of being swallowed with the open range he very wisely +changed his business; he became allied with Progress, and he was in +the front rank. While we are being 'broken' on the wheel of +evolutionary change, he will make his millions—"</p> +<p>"Damn him!" gritted Billy savagely, under his breath.</p> +<p>"He is to be admired, William. Such a man is bound in the very +nature of things to succeed. It is the range and—and you, +William, and those like you, that must go. It is hard—no +doubt it is <i>extremely</i> hard, but it is as irresistible +as—as death itself. Civilization is compelled to crush the +old order of things that it may fertilize the soil out of which +grows the new. It is so in plant life, and in the life of humans, +also.</p> +<p>"I am explaining at length, William, so that you will quite +understand why I do not think it wise to follow your suggestion. As +I say, it is not Brown, or the fences, or anything of that +sort—taken in a large sense—which is forcing us to the +wall. It is the press of natural progress, the pushing farther and +farther of civilization. We might move to a more unsettled portion +of the country and delay for a time the ultimate crushing. We could +not avoid it entirely; we might, at best, merely postpone it.</p> +<p>"My idea is to gather everything and sell for as high a price as +possible. Then—perhaps it would be well to follow Mr. Brown's +example, and turn this place into a farm; or sell it, also, and try +something else. What do you think, William?"</p> +<p>But Billy, his very soul sickening under the crushing truth of +what Dill in his prim grammatical way was saying, did not answer at +all. He was picking blindly, mechanically at the splinter, his face +shaded by his worn, gray hat; and he was thinking irrelevantly how +a condemned man must feel when they come to him in his cell and in +formal words read aloud his death-warrant. One sentence was beating +monotonously in his brain: "It is the range—and you, William, +and those like you—that must go." It was not a mere loss of +dollars or of cattle or even of hopes; it was the rending, the +tearing from him of a life he loved; it was the taking of the +range—land—the wide, beautiful, weather-worn +land—big and grand in its freedom of all that was narrow and +sordid, and it was cutting and scarring it, harnessing it to the +petty uses of a class he despised with all the frank egotism of a +man who loves his own outlook; giving it over to the "nester" and +the "rube" and burying the sweet-smelling grasses with plows. It +was—he could not, even in the eloquence of his utter despair, +find words for all it meant to him.</p> +<p>"I should, of course, leave the details to you, so far as +getting the most out of the stock is concerned. I have been +thinking of this for some little time, and your report of range +conditions merely confirms my own judgment. If you think we would +better sell at once—"</p> +<p>"I'd let 'em go till fall," said Billy lifelessly, snapping the +splinter back into place and reaching absently for his tobacco and +papers. "They're bound to pick up a lot—and what's left is +mostly big, husky steers that'll make prime beef. With decent +prices yuh ought to pull clear uh what yuh owe Brown, and have a +little left. I didn't make anything like a count; they was so thin +I handled 'em as light as I could and get the calves +branded—what few there was. But I feel tolerable safe in +saying you can round up six—well, between six and seven +thousand head. At a fair price yuh ought to pull clear."</p> +<p>"Well, after dinner—"</p> +<p>"I can't stay for dinner, Dilly. I—there's—I've got +to ride over here a piece—I'll catch up a fresh hoss and +start right off. I—" He went rather hurriedly after his rope, +as hurriedly caught the horse that was handiest and rode away at a +lope. But he did not go so very far. He just galloped over the open +range to a place where, look where he might, he could not see a +fence or sign of habitation (and it wrung the heart of him that he +must ride into a coulée to find such a place), got down from +his horse and lay a long, long while in the grass with his hat +pulled over his face.</p> +<hr /> +<p>For the first time in years the Fourth of July saw Billy in camp +and in his old clothes. He had not hurried the round-up—on +the contrary he had been guilty of dragging it out unnecessarily by +all sorts of delays and leisurely methods—simply because he +hated to return to the ranch and be near Flora. The Pilgrim he +meant to settle with, but he felt that he could wait; he hadn't +much enthusiasm even for a fight, these days.</p> +<p>But, after all, he could not consistently keep the wagons +forever on the range, so he camped them just outside the pasture +fence; which was far enough from the house to give him some chance +of not being tormented every day by the sight of her, and yet was +close enough for all practical purposes. And here it was that Dill +came with fresh news.</p> +<p>"Beef is falling again, William," he announced when he had Billy +quite to himself. "Judging from present indications, it will go +quite as low as last fall—even lower, perhaps. If it does, I +fail to see how we can ship with any but disastrous financial +results."</p> +<p>"Well, what yuh going to do, then?" Billy spoke more irritably +than would have been possible a year ago. "Yuh can't winter again +and come out with anything but another big loss. Yuh haven't even +got hay to feed what few calves there is. And, as I told yuh, the +way the fences are strung from hell to breakfast, the stock's bound +to die off like poisoned flies every storm that comes."</p> +<p>"I have kept that in mind, William. I saw that I should be quite +unable to make a payment this fall, so I went to Mr. Brown to make +what arrangements I could. To be brief, William, Brown has offered +to buy back this place and the stock, on much the same terms he +offered me. I believe he wants to put this section of land under +irrigation from his ditch and exploit it with the rest; the cattle +he can turn into his immense fields until they can be shipped at a +profit. However, that is not our affair and need not concern +us.</p> +<p>"He will take the stock as they run, at twenty-one dollars a +head. If, as you estimate, there are somewhere in the neighborhood +of six thousand, that will dear me of all indebtedness and leave a +few thousands with which to start again—at something more +abreast of the times, I hope. I am rather inclined to take the +offer. What do you think of it, William?"</p> +<p>"I guess yuh can't do any better. Twenty-one dollars a head as +they run—and everything else thrown in, uh course?"</p> +<p>"That is the way I bought it, yes," said Dill.</p> +<p>"Well, we ought to scare up six thousand, if we count close. I +know old Brown fine; he'll hold yuh right down t' what yuh turn +over, and he'll tally so close he'll want to dock yuh if a +critter's shy one horn—damn him. That's why I was wishing +you'd bought that way, instead uh lumping the price and taking +chances. Only, uh course, I knew just about what was on the +range."</p> +<p>"Then I will accept the offer. I have been merely considering it +until I saw you. And perhaps it will be as well to go about it +immediately."</p> +<p>"It's plenty early," objected Billy. "I was going to break some +more hosses for the saddle-bunch—but I reckon I'll leave 'em +now for Brown to bust. And for <i>God</i>-sake, Dilly, once yuh get +wound up here, go on back where yuh come from. If the range is +going—and they's no use saying it ain't—this ain't +going to be no place for any white man." Which was merely Billy's +prejudice speaking.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER XXI.</h2> +<h3><i>The End of the Double-Crank.</i></h3> +<p>Dill himself rode on that last round-up. Considering that it was +all new to him, he made a remarkably good record for himself among +the men, who were more than once heard to remark that +"Dill-pickle's sure making a hand!" Wherever Billy went—and +in those weeks Billy rode and worked with a feverish intensity that +was merely a fight against bitter thinking—Dill's stirrup +clacked close alongside. He was silent, for the most part, but +sometimes he talked reminiscently of Michigan and his earlier life +there. Seldom did he refer to the unhappy end of the Double-Crank, +or to the reason why they were riding from dawn to dusk, sweeping +together all the cattle within the wide circle of riders and later +cutting out every Double-Crank animal and holding them under +careful herd.</p> +<p>Even when they went with the first twelve hundred and turned +them over to Brown and watched his careful counting, Dill made no +comment upon the reason for it beyond one sentence. He read the +receipt over slowly before laying it methodically in the proper +compartment of his long red-leather book, and drew his features +into his puckered imitation of a smile. "Mr. Brown has counted just +twenty-one dollars more into my pocket than I expected," he +remarked. "He tallied one more than you did, William. I ought to +hold that out of your wages, young man."</p> +<p>Rare as were Dill's efforts at joking, even this failed to bring +more than a slight smile to the face of Charming Billy Boyle. He +was trying to look upon it all as a mere incident, a business +matter, pure and simple, but he could not. While he rode the wide +open reaches, there rode with him the keen realization that it was +the end. For him the old life on the range was dead—for had +not Dill made him see it so? And did not every raw-red fencepost +proclaim anew its death? For every hill and every coulée he +buried something of his past and wept secretly beside the grave. +For every whiff of breakfast that mingled with the smell of clean +air in the morning came a pang of homesickness for what would soon +be only a memory.</p> +<p>He was at heart a dreamer—was Charming Billy Boyle; +perhaps an idealist—possibly a sentimentalist. He had never +tried to find a name for the side of his life that struck deepest. +He knew that the ripple of a meadow-lark swinging on a weed against +the sunrise, with diamond-sparkles all on the grass around, gripped +him and hurt him vaguely with its very sweetness. He knew that he +loved to sit alone and look away to a far skyline and day-dream. He +had always known that, for it had been as much a part of his life +as sleeping.</p> +<p>So now it was as if a real, tangible shadow lay on the range. He +could see it always lengthening before him, and always he must ride +within its shade. After a while it would grow quite black, and the +range and the cattle and the riding over hills and into +coulées untamed would all be blotted out; dead and buried +deep in the past, and with the careless, plodding feet of the +plowman trampling unthinkingly upon the grave. It was a tragedy to +Charming Billy Boyle; it was as if the range-land were a woman he +loved well, and as if civilization were the despoiler, against whom +he had no means of defense.</p> +<p>All this—and besides, Flora. He had not spoken to her for +two months. He had not seen her even, save for a passing glimpse +now and then at a distance. He had not named her to any man, or +asked how she did—and yet there had not been an hour when he +had not longed for her. She had told him she would marry the +Pilgrim (she had <i>not</i> said that, but Billy in his rage had so +understood her) and that he could not stop her. He wouldn't +<i>try</i> to stop her. But he would one day settle with the +Pilgrim—settle to the full. And he wanted +her—<i>wanted</i> her!</p> +<p>They had taken the third herd in to Brown, and were back on the +range; Billy meaning to make a last sweep around the outer edges +and gather in what was left—the stragglers that had been +missed before. There would not be many, he knew from experience; +probably not more than a hundred or two all told, even with Billy +anxious to make the count as large as possible.</p> +<p>He was thinking about it uneasily and staring out across the +wide coulée to the red tumble of clouds, that had strange +purples and grays and dainty violet shades here and there. Down at +the creek Dill was trying to get a trout or two more before it grew +too dark for them to rise to the raw beef he was swishing through +the riffle, and an impulse to have the worst over at once and be +done drove Billy down to interrupt.</p> +<p>"Yuh won't get any more there," he said, by way of making +speech.</p> +<p>"I just then had a bite, William," reproved Dill, and swung the +bait in a wide circle for another awkward cast. He was a persistent +soul, was Dill, when once he got started in a given direction.</p> +<p>Billy, dodging the red morsel of meat, sat down on a grassy +hummock. "Aw, come and set down, Dilly," he urged wearily. "I want +to tell yuh something."</p> +<p>"If it's about the cook being out of evaporated cream, William, +I have already been informed twice. Ah-h! I almost had one +then!"</p> +<p>"Aw, thunder! yuh think I'm worrying over canned cream? What I +want to say may not be more important, but when yuh get fishing +enough I'll say it anyhow." He watched Dill moodily, and then +lifted his eyes to stare at the gorgeous sky—as though there +would be no more sunsets when the range-life was gone, and he must +needs fill well his memory for the barren years ahead.</p> +<p>When Dill flopped a six-inch trout against his ear, so steeped +was he in bitterness that he merely said, "Aw, hell!" wearily and +hunched farther along on the hummock.</p> +<p>"I really beg your pardon, William. From the vicious strike he +made, I was convinced that he weighed at least half a pound, and +exerted more muscular force than was quite necessary. When one +hasn't a reel it is impossible to play them properly, and it is the +first quick pull that one must depend upon. I'm very +sorry—"</p> +<p>"Sure. Don't mention it, Dilly. Say, how many cattle have yuh +got receipts for, to date—if it ain't too much trouble?"</p> +<p>"No trouble at all, William. I have an excellent memory for +figures. Four thousand, three hundred and fifteen. Ah-h! See how +instinct inspires him to flop always toward the water! Did you +ever—"</p> +<p>"Well, yes, I've saw a fish flop toward the water once or twicet +before now. It sure is a great sight, Dilly!" He did not understand +Dill these days, and wondered a good deal at his manifest +indifference to business cares. It never occurred to him that Dill, +knowing quite well how hard the trouble pressed upon his foreman, +was only trying in his awkward way to lighten it by not seeming to +think it worth worrying over.</p> +<p>"I hate to mention trifles at such a time, Dilly, but I thought +maybe yuh ought to know that we won't be able to scare up more than +a couple uh hundred more cattle, best we can do. We're bound to +fall a lot short uh what I estimated—and I ain't saying +nothing about the fine job uh guessing I done! If we bring the +total up to forty-five hundred, we'll do well."</p> +<p>Dill took plenty of time to wind the line around his willow +pole. "To use your own expressive phraseology, William," he said, +when he had quite finished and had laid the pole down on the bank, +"that will leave me in one hell-of-a-hole!"</p> +<p>"That's what I thought," Billy returned apathetically.</p> +<p>"Well, I must take these up to the cook." Dill held up the four +fish he had caught. "I'll think the matter over, William, and I +thank you for telling me. Of course you will go on and gather what +there are."</p> +<p>"Sure," agreed Billy tonelessly, and followed Dill back to camp +and went to bed.</p> +<p>At daybreak it was raining, and Billy after the manner of +cowboys slept late; for there would be no riding until the weather +cleared, and there being no herd to hold, there would be none +working save the horse-wrangler, the night-hawk and cook. It was +the cook who handed him a folded paper and a sealed envelope when +he did finally appear for a cup of coffee. "Dill-pickle left 'em +for yuh," he said.</p> +<p>Billy read the note—just a few lines, with a frown of +puzzlement.</p> +<p>Dear William: Business compels my absence for a time. I hope you +will go on with your plans exactly as if I were with you. I am +leaving a power-of-attorney which will enable you to turn over the +stock and transact any other business that may demand immediate +attention, in case I am detained.</p> +<p>Yours truly,</p> +<p>Alexander P. Dill</p> +<p>It was queer, but Billy did not waste much time in wondering. He +rounded up the last of the Double-Cranks, drove them to Brown's +place and turned them over, with the home ranch, the horses, and +camp outfit—"made a clean sweep uh the whole damn', hoodooed +works," was the way he afterward put it. He had expected that Dill +would be there to attend to the last legal forms, but there was no +sign of him or from him. He had been seen to take the eastbound +train at Tower, and the rest was left to guessing.</p> +<p>"He must uh known them two-hundred odd wouldn't square the +deal," argued Billy loyally to himself. "So uh course he'll come +back and fix it up. But what I'm to do about payin' off the boys +gets me." For two hours he worried, mentally in the dark. Then he +hit upon an expedient that pleased him. He told Brown he would need +to keep a few of the saddle-horses for a few days, and he sent the +boys—those of them who did not transfer their valuable +services to Brown upon the asking—over to the Bridger place +to wait there until further orders.</p> +<p>Also, he rode reluctantly to the Double-Crank ranch, wondering, +as he had often done in the past few weeks, what would become of +Flora and Mama Joy. So far as he knew, they had not heard a word as +to whether Bridger was alive or dead, and if they had friends or +family to whom they might turn, he had never heard either mention +them. If Dill had been there he would have left it to him; but Dill +was gone, and there was no knowing when he would be back, and it +devolved upon Billy to make some arrangements for the women, or at +the least offer his services—and it was, under the +circumstances, quite the most unpleasant duty thus far laid upon +him.</p> +<p>He knew they had been left there at the ranch when round-up +started, because Dill had said something about leaving a gentle +horse or two for them to ride. Whether they were still there he did +not know, although he could easily have asked Spikes, who had been +given charge of the ranch while Dill was away on the range. He +supposed the Pilgrim would be hanging around, as usual—not +that it made much difference, though, except that he hated the +thought of a disagreeable scene before the women.</p> +<p>He rode slowly up to the corral gate, turned his horse inside +and fastened the chain just as he had done a thousand times +before—only this would be the last time. His tired eyes went +from one familiar object to another, listlessly aware of the regret +he should feel but too utterly wearied of sorrow to feel much of +anything. No one seemed to be about, and the whole place had an +atmosphere of desolation that almost stirred him to a +heartache—almost.</p> +<p>He went on to the house. There were some signs of life there, +and some sound. In the very doorway he met old Bridger himself, but +he could not even feel much surprise at seeing him there. He said +hello, and when he saw the other's hand stretching out to meet him, +he clasped it indifferently. Behind her husband, Mama Joy flashed +at him a look he did not try to interpret—of a truth it was +rather complex, with a little of several emotions—and he +lifted his hat a half-inch from his forehead in deference to her +sex. Flora, he thanked God dully, he did not see at all.</p> +<p>He stayed perhaps ten minutes listening impersonally to Bridger, +who talked loudly and enthusiastically of his plans. At the time +they did not seem to concern him at all, though they involved +taking Flora and Mama Joy away to Seattle to spend the winter, and +in the spring moving them on to some place in the North—a +place that sounded strange in the ears of Billy, and was +straightway forgotten.</p> +<p>After that he went to his room and packed what few things he +wanted; and they were not many, because in his present mood nothing +mattered and nothing seemed to him of much value—not even +life. He was more careful of Dill's belongings, and packed +everything he could find that was his. They were not scattered, for +Dill was a methodical man and kept things in their places +instinctively.</p> +<p>He paused over but one object—"The Essays of Elia," which +had somehow fallen behind a trunk. Standing there in the middle of +Dill's room, he turned the little blue book absently in his hand. +There was dust upon the other side, and he wiped it off, manlike, +with a sweep of his forearm. He looked at the trunk; he had just +locked it with much straining of muscles and he hated to open it +again. He looked at the book again. He seemed to see Dill slumped +loosely down in the old rocker, a slippered foot dangling before +him, reading solemnly from this same little blue book, the day he +came to tell him about the ditch, and that he must lease all the +land he could—the day when the shadow of passing first +touched the range-land. At least, the day when he had first seen it +there. He turned a few leaves thoughtfully, heard Flora's voice +asking a question in the kitchen, and thrust the book hastily into +his pocket. "Dilly'll want it, I expect," he muttered. He glanced +quickly, comprehensively around him to make sure that he had missed +nothing, turned toward the open front door and went out hurriedly, +because he thought he heard a woman's step in the dining room and +he did not want to see anybody, not even Flora—least of all, +Flora!</p> +<p>"I'll send a rig out from town for the stuff that's ours," he +called back to Bridger, who came to the kitchen door and called +after him that he better wait and have some supper. "You'll be here +till to-morrow or next day; it ain't likely I'll be back; yuh say +Dill settled up with the—women, so—there's nothing left +to do."</p> +<p>If he had known—but how could he know that Flora was +watching him wistfully from the front porch, when he never once +looked toward the house after he reached the stable?</p> +<h2>CHAPTER XXII.</h2> +<h3><i>Settled In Full</i>.</h3> +<p>On a lonely part of the trail to town—queerly, it was when +he was rounding the low, barren hill where he and Dill had first +met—he took out his brand-book and went over the situation. +It was Barney he rode, and Barney could be trusted to pace along +decorously with the reins twisted twice around the saddle-horn, so +Billy gave no thought to his horse but put his whole mind on the +figures. He was not much used to these things; beyond keeping tally +of the stock at branding and shipping time and putting down what +details of his business he dared not trust to memory, a pencil was +strange to his fingers. But the legal phrases in the paper left by +Dill and signed by the cook and night-hawk as witnesses gave him a +heavy sense of responsibility that everything should be settled +exactly right. So now he went over the figures slowly, adding them +from the top down and from the bottom up, to make sure he had the +totals correct. He wished they were wrong; they might then be not +quite so depressing.</p> +<p>"Lemme see, now. I turned over 4,523 head uh stock, all told +(hell of a fine job uh guessing I done! Me saying there'd be over +six thousand!) That made $94,983. And accordin' to old +Brown—and I guess he had it framed up correct—Dilly +owes him $2,217 yet, instead uh coming out with enough to start +some other business. It's sure queer, the way figures always come +out little when yuh want 'em big, and big when yuh want 'em little! +Them debts now—they could stand a lot uh shavin' down. Twelve +thousand dollars and interest, to the bank—I can't do a darn +thing about them twelve thousand. If Dilly hadn't gone and made a +cast-iron agreement I coulda held old Brown up for a few thousand +more, on account uh the increase in saddle-stock. I'd worked that +bunch up till it sure was a dandy lot uh hosses—but what yuh +going to do?"</p> +<p>He stared dispiritedly out across the brown prairie. "I'd oughta +put Dilly next to that, only I never thought about it at the time, +and I was so dead sure the range-stuff—And there's the men, +got to have their money right away quick, so's they can hurry up +and blow it in! If Dilly ain't back to-night, or I don't hear from +him, I reckon I'll have to draw m' little old wad out uh the bank +and pay the sons-uh-guns. I sure ain't going to need it to buy +dishes and rocking chairs and pictures—and I was going t' git +her a piano—oh, hell!"</p> +<p>He still rode slowly, after that, but he did not bother over the +figures that stood for Dilly's debts. He sat humped over the +saddle-horn like an old man and stared at the trail and at the +forefeet of Barney coming down <i>pluck, pluck</i> with leisurely +regularity in the dust. Just so was Charming Billy Boyle trampling +down the dreams that had been so sweet in the dreaming, and +leveling ruthlessly the very foundations of the fair castle he had +builded in the air for Dill and himself—and one other, with +the fairest, highest, most secret chambers for that Other. And as +he rode, the face of him was worn and the blue eyes of him sombre +and dull; and his mouth, that had lost utterly the humorous, +care-free quirk at the corners, was bitter, and straight, and +hard.</p> +<p>He had started out with such naïve assurance to succeed, +and—he had failed so utterly, so hopelessly, with not even a +spectacular crash to make the failing picturesque. He had done the +best that was in him, and even now that it was over he could not +quite understand how everything, <i>everything</i> could go like +that; how the Double-Crank and Flora—how the range, even, had +slipped from him. And now Dill was gone, too, and he did not even +know where, or if he would ever come back.</p> +<p>He would pay the men; he had, with a surprising thrift, saved +nearly a thousand dollars in the bank at Tower. That, to be sure, +was when he had Flora to save for; since then he had not had time +or opportunity to spend it foolishly. It would take nearly every +dollar; the way he had figured it, he would have just twenty-three +dollars left for himself—and he would have the little bunch +of horses he had in his prosperity acquired for the pure love of +owning a good horse. He would sell the horses, except Barney and +one to pack his bed, and he would drift—drift just as do the +range-cattle when a blizzard strikes them in the open. Billy felt +like a stray. His range was gone—gone utterly. He would roll +his bed and drift; and perhaps, somewhere, he could find a stretch +of earth as God had left it, unscarred by fence and plow, undefiled +by cabbages and sugar-beets (Brown's new settlers were going strong +on sugar-beets).</p> +<p>"Well, it's all over but the shouting," he summed up grimly when +Hardup came in sight. "I'll pay off the men and turn 'em +loose—all but Jim. Somebody's got to stay with the Bridger +place till Dilly shows up, seeing that's all he's got left after +the clean-up. The rest uh the debts can wait. Brown's mortgage +ain't due yet" (Billy had his own way of looking at financial +matters) "and the old Siwash ain't got any kick comin' if he never +gets another cent out uh Dilly. The bank ain't got the cards to +call Dilly now, for his note ain't due till near Christmas. So I +reckon all I got to do after I pay the boys is take m' little old +twenty-three plunks, and my hosses—if I can't sell 'em right +off—and pull out for +God-knows-where-and-I-don't-care-a-damn!"</p> +<hr /> +<p>Charming Billy Boyle had done all that he had planned to do, +except that he had not yet pulled out for the place he had named +picturesquely for himself. Much as at the beginning, he was leaning +heavily upon the bar in the Hardup Saloon, and his hat was pushed +back on his head; but he was not hilarious to the point of singing +about "the young thing," and he was not, to any appreciable extent, +enjoying himself. He was merely adding what he considered the +proper finishing touch to his calamities. He was spinning silver +dollars, one by one, across the bar to the man with the near-white +apron, and he was endeavoring to get the worth of them down his +throat. To be sure, he was being assisted, now and then, by several +acquaintances; but considering the fact that a man's stomach has +certain well-defined limitations, he was doing very well, +indeed.</p> +<p>When he had spun the twenty-third dollar to the bartender, Billy +meant to quit drinking for the present; after that, he was not +quite clear as to his intentions, farther than "forking his hoss +and pulling out" when there was no more to be done. He felt +uneasily that between his present occupation and the pulling-out +process lay a duty unperformed, but until the door swung open just +as he was crying, "Come on, fellows," he had not been able to name +it.</p> +<p>The Pilgrim it was who entered jauntily; the Pilgrim, who had +not chanced to meet Billy once during the summer, and so was not +aware that the truce between them was ended for good and all. He +knew that Billy had not at any time been what one might call +cordial, but that last stare of displeasure when they met in the +creek at the Double-Crank, he had set down to a peevish mood. Under +the circumstances, it was natural that he should walk up to the bar +with the rest. Under the circumstances, it was also natural that +Billy should object to this unexpected and unwelcome guest, and +that the vague, unperformed duty should suddenly flash into his +mind clear, and well-defined, and urgent.</p> +<p>"Back up, Pilgrim," was his quiet way of making known his +purpose. "Yuh can't drink on <i>my</i> money, old-timer, nor use a +room that I'm honoring with my presence. Just right now, I'm +<i>here</i>. It's up to you to back out—<i>away</i> +out—clean outside and across the street."</p> +<p>The Pilgrim did not move.</p> +<p>Billy had been drinking, but his brain was not of the stuff that +fuddles easily, and he was not, as the Pilgrim believed, drunk. His +eyes when he stared hard at the Pilgrim were sober eyes, sane +eyes—and something besides.</p> +<p>"I said it," he reminded softly, when men had quit shuffling +their feet and the room was very still.</p> +<p>"I don't reckon yuh know what yuh said," the Pilgrim retorted, +laughing uneasily and shifting his gaze a bit. "What they been +doping yuh with, Bill? There ain't any quarrel between you and me +no more." His tone was abominably, condescendingly tolerant, and +his look was the look which a mastiff turns wearily upon a +hysterical toy-terrier yapping foolishly at his knees. For the +Pilgrim had changed much in the past year and more during which men +had respected him because he was not considered quite safe to +trifle with. According to the reputation they gave him, he had +killed a man who had tried to kill him, and he could therefore +afford to be pacific upon occasion.</p> +<p>Billy stared at him while he drew a long breath; a breath which +seemed to press back a tangible weight of hatred and utter contempt +for the Pilgrim; a breath while it seemed that he must kill him +there and stamp out the very semblance of humanity from his mocking +face.</p> +<p>"Yuh don't know of any quarrel between you and me? Yuh say yuh +don't?" Billy's voice trembled a little, because of the murder-lust +that gripped him. "Well, pretty soon, I'll start in and tell yuh +all about it—maybe. Right now, I'm going t' give a new +one—one that yuh can easy name and do what yuh damn' please +about." Whereupon he did as he had done once before when the +offender had been a sheepherder. He stepped quickly to one side of +the Pilgrim, emptied a glass down inside his collar, struck him +sharply across his grinning mouth, and stepped back—back +until there were eight or ten feet between them.</p> +<p>"That's the only way <i>my</i> whisky can go down <i>your</i> +neck!" he said.</p> +<p>Men gasped and moved hastily out of range, never doubting what +would happen next. Billy himself knew—or thought he +knew—and his hand was on his gun, ready to pull it and shoot; +hungry—waiting for an excuse to fire.</p> +<p>The Pilgrim had given a bellow that was no word at all, and +whirled to come at Billy; met his eyes, wavered and hesitated, his +gun in his hand and half-raised to fire.</p> +<p>Billy, bent on giving the Pilgrim a fair chance, waited another +second; waited and saw fear creep into the bold eyes of the +Pilgrim; waited and saw the inward cringing of the man. It was like +striking a dog and waiting for the spring at your throat promised +by his snarling defiance, and then seeing the fire go from his eyes +as he grovels, cringingly confessing you his master, himself a +cur.</p> +<p>What had been hate in the eyes of Billy changed slowly to +incredulous contempt. "Ain't that enough?" he cried disgustedly. +"My God, ain't yuh <i>man</i> enough—Have I got to take yuh +by the ear and slit your gullet like they stick pigs—or else +let yuh <i>go</i>? What <i>are</i> yuh, anyhow? Shall I give my gun +to the bar-keep and go out where it's dark? Will yuh be scared to +tackle me then?" He laughed and watched the yellow terror creep +over the face of the Pilgrim at the taunt. "What's wrong with your +gun? Ain't it working good to-night? Ain't it loaded?</p> +<p>"Heavens and earth! What else have I got to do before you'll +come alive? You've been living on your rep as a bad man to monkey +with, and pushing out your wishbone over it for quite a spell, +now—why don't yuh get busy and collect another bunch uh +admiration from these fellows? <i>I</i> ain't no lightning-shot +man! Papa Death don't roost on the end uh my six-gun—or I +never suspicioned before that he did; but from the save-me-quick +look on yuh, I believe yuh'd faint plumb away if I let yuh take a +look at the end uh my gun, with the butt-end toward yuh!</p> +<p>"Honest t' God, Pilgrim, I won't try to get in ahead uh yuh! I +couldn't if I tried, because mine's at m' belt yet and I ain't so +swift. Come on! Please—<i>purty</i> please!" Billy looked +around the room and laughed. He pointed his finger mockingly "Ain't +he a peach of a Bad Man, boys? Ain't yuh proud uh his acquaintance? +I reckon I'll have to turn my back before he'll cut loose. Yuh +know, he's just aching t' kill me—only he don't want me to +know it when he does! He's afraid he might hurt m' feelings!"</p> +<p>He swung back to the Pilgrim, went close, and looked at him +impertinently, his head on one side. He reached out deliberately +with his hand, and the Pilgrim ducked and cringed away. "Aw, look +here!" he whined. "<i>I</i> ain't done nothing to yuh, Bill!"</p> +<p>Billy's hand dropped slowly and hung at his side. +"Yuh—damned—coward!" he gritted. "Yuh know yuh wouldn't +get any more than an even break with me, and that ain't enough for +yuh. You're afraid to take a chance. You're afraid—God!" he +cried suddenly, swept out of his mockery by the rage within. "And I +can't kill yuh! Yuh won't show nerve enough to give me a chance! +Yuh won't even <i>fight</i>, will yuh?"</p> +<p>He leaned and struck the Pilgrim savagely. "Get out uh my sight, +then! Get out uh town! Get clean out uh the country! Get out among +the coyotes—they're nearer your breed than men!" For every +sentence there was a stinging blow—a blow with the flat of +his hand, driving the Pilgrim back, step by step, to the door. The +Pilgrim, shielding his head with an uplifted arm, turned then and +bolted out into the night.</p> +<div class="figure" style="width:70%;"><a href= +"images/ls003.jpg"><img width="100%" src="images/ls003.jpg" alt= +"" /></a></div> +<p>Behind him were men who stood ashamed for their manhood, not +caring to look straight at one another with so sickening an example +before them of the craven coward a man may be. In the doorway, +Billy stood framed against the yellow lamplight, a hand pressing +hard against the casings while he leaned and hurled curses in a +voice half-sobbing with rage.</p> +<p>It was so that Dill found him when he came looking. When he +reached out and laid a big-knuckled hand gently on his arm, Billy +shivered and stared at him in a queer, dazed fashion for a +minute.</p> +<p>"Why—hello, Dilly!" he said then, and his voice was hoarse +and broken. "Where the dickens did <i>you</i> come from?"</p> +<p>Without a word Dill, still holding him by the arm, led him +unresisting away.</p> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIII.</h2> +<h3><i>Oh, Where Have You Been, Charming Billy?</i></h3> +<p>Presently they were in the little room which Dill had kept for +himself by the simple method of buying the shack that held it, and +Billy was drinking something which Dill poured out for him and +which steadied him wonderfully.</p> +<p>"If you are not feeling quite yourself, William, perhaps we +would do better to postpone our conversation until morning," Dill +was saying while he rocked awkwardly, his hands folded loosely +together, his elbows on the rocker—arms and his round, +melancholy eyes regarding Billy solemnly. "I wanted to ask how you +came out—with the Double-Crank."</p> +<p>"Go ahead; I'm all right," said Billy. "I aim to hit the trail +by sun-up, so we'll have our little say now." He made him a +cigarette and looked wistfully at Dill, while he felt for a match. +"Go ahead. What do yuh want to know the worst?"</p> +<p>"Well, I did not see Brown, and it occurred to me that after I +left you must have gathered more stock than you anticipated. I +discovered from the men that you have paid them off. I rode out +there to-day, you know. I arrived about two hours after you had +left."</p> +<p>"You're still in the hole on the cow-business," Billy stated +flatly, as if there were no use in trying to soften the telling. +"Yuh owe Brown two thousand odd dollars. I turned in a few over two +hundred head—I've got it all down here, and yuh can see the +exact figure yourself. Yuh didn't show up, and I didn't want to +hold the men and let their time run on and nothing doing to make it +pay, so I give 'em their money and let 'em off—all but Jim +Bleeker. I didn't pay him, because I wanted him to look after +things at the Bridger place till yuh got back, and I knew if I give +him any money he'd burn the earth getting to where he could spend +it. He's a fine fellow when he's broke—Jim is."</p> +<p>"But I owed the men for several months' work. Where did you +raise the amount, William?" Dill cleared his throat raspingly.</p> +<p>"Me? Oh, I had some uh my wages saved up. I used that." It never +occurred to Billy that he had done anything out of the +ordinary.</p> +<p>"<i>H-m-m!</i>" Dill cleared his throat again and rocked, his +eyes on Billy's moody face. "I observe, William, +that—er—they are not shipping any skates +to—er—hell, yet!"</p> +<p>"Huh?" Billy had not been listening.</p> +<p>"I was saying, William, that I appreciate your fidelity to my +interests, and—"</p> +<p>"Oh, that's all right," Billy cut in carelessly.</p> +<p>"—And I should like to have you with me on a new venture I +have in mind. You probably have not heard of it here, but it is an +assured fact that the railroad company are about to build a cut-off +that will shut out Tower completely and put Hardup on the main +line. In fact, they have actually started work at the other end, +and though they are always very secretive about a thing like that, +I happen to have a friend on the inside, so that my information is +absolutely authentic. I have raised fifty thousand dollars among my +good friends in Michigan, and I intend to start a first-class +general store here. I have already bargained for ten acres of land +over there on the creek, where I feel sure the main part of the +town will be situated. If you will come in with me we will form a +partnership, equal shares. It is borrowed capital," he added +hastily, "so that I am not giving you anything, William. You will +take the same risk I take, and—"</p> +<p>"Sorry, Dilly, but I couldn't come through. Fine counter-jumper +I'd make! Thank yuh all the same, Dilly."</p> +<p>"But there is the Bridger place. I shall keep that and go into +thoroughbred stock—good, middle-weight horses, I think, that +will find a ready sale among the settlers who are going to flock in +here. You could take charge there and—"</p> +<p>"No, Dilly, I couldn't. I—I'm thinking uh drifting down +into New Mexico. I—I want to see that country, bad."</p> +<p>Dill crossed his long legs the other way, let his hands drop +loosely, and stared wistfully at Billy. "I really wish I could +induce you to stay, William," he murmured.</p> +<p>"Well, yuh can't. I hope yuh come through better than yuh did +with the Double-Crank—but I guess it'll be some considerable +time before the towns and the gentle farmer (damn him!) are crowded +to the wall by your damn' Progress." It was the first direct +protest against changing conditions which Billy had so far put into +words, and he looked sorry for having said so much. "Oh, here's +your little blue book," he added, feeling it in his pocket. "I +found it behind the trunk when everything else was packed."</p> +<p>"You saw—er—you saw Bridger, then? He is going to +take his wife and Flora up North with him in the spring. It seems +he has done well."</p> +<p>"I know—he told me."</p> +<p>Dill turned the leaves of the book slowly, and consciously +refrained from looking at Billy. "They were about to leave when I +was there. It is a shame. I am very sorry for Flora—she does +not want to go. If—" He cleared his throat again and guiltily +pretended to be reading a bit, here and there, and to be speaking +casually. "If I were a marrying man, I am not sure but I should +make love to Flora—h-m-m!—this 'Bachelor's Complaint' +here—have you read it, William? It is very—here, for +instance—'Nothing is to me more distasteful than the entire +complacency and satisfaction which beam in the countenances of a +new-married couple'—and so on. I feel tempted sometimes when +I look at Flora—only she looks upon me as +a—er—piece of furniture—the kind that sticks out +in the way and you have to feel your way around it in the +dark—awkward, but necessary. Poor girl, she cried in the most +heartbroken way when I told her we would not be likely to see her +again, and—I wonder what is the trouble between her and +Walland? They used to be quite friendly, in a way, but she has not +spoken to him, to my certain knowledge, since last spring. Whenever +he came to the ranch she would go to her room and refuse to come +out until he had left. H-m-m! Did she ever tell you, William?"</p> +<p>"No," snapped William huskily, smoking with his head bent and +turned away.</p> +<p>"I know positively that she cut him dead, as they say, at the +last Fourth-of-July dance. He asked her to dance, and she refused +almost rudely and immediately got up and danced with that boy of +Gunderson's—the one with the hair-lip. She could not have +been taken with the hair-lipped fellow—at least, I should +scarcely think so. Should you, William?"</p> +<p>This time William did not answer at all. Dill, watching his bent +head tenderly, puckered his face into his peculiar smile.</p> +<p>"H-m-m! They stopped at the hotel to-night—Bridgers, I +mean. Drove in after dark from the ranch. They mean to catch the +noon train from Tower to-morrow, Bridger told me. It will be an +immense benefit, William, when those big through-trains get to +running through Hardup. There is some talk among the powers-that-be +of making this a division point. It will develop the country +wonderfully. I really feel tempted to cut down my investment in a +store for the present, and buy more land. What do you think, +William?"</p> +<p>"Oh, I dunno," said Billy in a let-me-alone kind of tone.</p> +<p>"Well, it's very late. Everybody who lays any claim to +respectability should be in his bed," Dill remarked placidly. "You +say you start at sunrise? H-m-m! You will have to call me so that I +can go over to the hotel and get the money to refund what you used +of your own. I left my cash in the hotel safe. But they will be +stirring early—they will have to get the Bridgers off, you +know."</p> +<p>It was Dill who lay and smiled quizzically into the dark and +listened to the wide-awake breathing of the man beside +him—breathing which betrayed deep emotion held rigidly in +check so far as outward movement went. He fell asleep knowing well +that the other was lying there wide-eyed and would probably stay so +until day. He had had a hard day and had done many things, but what +he had done last pleased him best.</p> +<p>Now this is a bald, unpolished record of the morning: Billy saw +the dawn come, and rose in the perfect silence he had learned from +years of sleeping in a tent with tired men, and of having to get up +at all hours and take his turn at night-guarding; for tired, +sleeping cowboys do not like to be disturbed unnecessarily, and so +they one and all learn speedily the Golden Rule and how to apply +it. That is why Dill, always a light sleeper, did not hear Billy go +out.</p> +<p>Billy did not quite know what he was going to do, but habit bade +him first feed and water his horse. After that—well, he did +not know. Dill might not have things straight, or he might just be +trying to jolly him up a little, or he might be a meddlesome old +granny-gossip. What had looked dear and straight, say at three +o'clock in the morning, was at day-dawn hazy with doubt. So he led +Barney down to the creek behind the hotel, where in that primitive +little place they watered their horses.</p> +<p>The sun was rising redly, and the hurrying ripples were all +tipped with gold, and the sky above a bewildering, tumbled fabric +of barbaric coloring. Would the sun rise like that in New Mexico? +Billy wondered, and watched the coming of his last day here, where +he had lived, had loved, had dreamed dreams and builded +castles—and had seen the dreams change to bitterness, and the +castles go toppling to ruins. He would like to stay with Dill, for +he had grown fond of the lank, whimsical man who was like no one +Billy had ever known. He would have stayed even in the face of the +change that had come to the range-land—but he could not bear +to see the familiar line of low hills which marked the Double-Crank +and, farther down, the line-camp, and know that Flora was gone +quite away from him into the North.</p> +<p>He caught himself back from brooding, and gave a pull at the +halter by way of hinting to Barney that he need not drink the creek +entirely dry—when suddenly he quivered and stood so still +that he scarcely breathed.</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Oh, where have you been, Billy boy, Billy boy?</p> +<p>Oh, where have you been, charming Billy?"</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>Some one at the top of the creek-bank was singing it; some one +with an exceedingly small, shaky little voice that was trying to be +daring and mocking and indifferent, and that was none of these +things—but only wistful and a bit pathetic.</p> +<p>Charming Billy, his face quite pale, turned his head cautiously +as though he feared too abrupt a glance would drive her away, and +looked at her standing there with her gray felt hat tilted against +the sun, flipping her gloves nervously against her skirt. She was +obviously trying to seem perfectly at ease, but her eyes were +giving the lie to her manner.</p> +<p>Billy tried to smile, but instead his lips quivered and his eyes +blinked.</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"I have been to see my wife—"</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>he began to sing gamely, and stuck there, because something came +up in his throat and squeezed his voice to a whisper. By main +strength he pulled Barney away from the gold-tipped ripples, and +came stumbling over the loose rocks.</p> +<p>She watched him warily, half-turned, ready to run away. +"We—I—aren't you going to be nice and say good-by to +me?"</p> +<p>He came on, staring at her and saying nothing.</p> +<p>"Well, if you still want to sulk—I wouldn't be as nasty as +that, and—and hold a grudge the way you do—and I was +going to be nice and forgiving; but if you don't care, and don't +want—"</p> +<p>By this time he was close—quite close. "Yuh know I care! +And yuh know I want—<i>you</i>. Oh, girlie, girlie!"</p> +<hr /> +<p>The colors had all left the sky, save blue and silver-gray, and +the sun was a commonplace, dazzling ball of yellow. Charming Billy +Boyle, his hat set back upon his head at a most eloquent angle, led +Barney from the creek up to the stable. His eyes were alight and +his brow was unwrinkled. His lips had quite lost their bitter +lines, and once more had the humorous, care-free quirk at the +corners.</p> +<p>He slammed the stable-door behind him and went off down the +street, singing exultantly:</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"—I have been to see my-wife,</p> +<p>She's the joy of my life—"</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>He jerked open the door of the shack, gave a whoop to raise the +dead, and took Dill ungently by the shoulder.</p> +<p>"Come alive, yuh seven-foot Dill-pickle! What yuh want to lay +here snoring for at this time uh day? Don't yuh know it's +morning?"</p> +<p>Dill sat up and blinked, much like an owl in the sunshine. He +puckered his face into a smile. "Aren't you rather +uproarious—for so early in the day, William? I was under the +impression that one usually grew hilarious—"</p> +<p>"Oh, there's other things besides whisky to make a man feel +good," grinned Billy, his cheeks showing a tinge of red. "I'm in a +hurry, Dilly. I've got to hit the trail immediate—and if it +ain't too much trouble to let me have that money yuh spoke +about—"</p> +<p>Dill got out of bed, eying him shrewdly. "Have you been +gambling, William?"</p> +<p>Billy ran the green shade up from the window so energetically +that it slipped from his fingers and buzzed noisily at file top. He +craned his neck, trying to see the hotel. "Maybe yuh'd call it +that—an old bachelor like you! Yuh see, Dilly, I've got +business over in Tower. I've got to be there before noon, and I +need—aw, thunder! How's a man going to get married when he's +only got six dollars in his jeans?"</p> +<p>"I should say that would be scarcely feasible, William." Dill +was smiling down at the lacing of his shoes. "We can soon remedy +that, however. I'm—I'm very glad, William."</p> +<p>The cheeks of Charming Billy Boyle grew quite red. "And, by the +way, Dilly," he said hurriedly, as if he shied at the subject of +his love and his marriage, "I've changed my mind about going to New +Mexico. I—we'll settle down on the Bridger place, if yuh +still want me to. She says she'd rather stay here in this +country."</p> +<p>Dill settled himself into his clothes, went over, and laid a +hand awkwardly upon Billy's arm, "I am very glad, William," he said +simply.</p> +<p>THE END.</p> +<hr /> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 12192 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/12192-h/images/ls001.jpg b/12192-h/images/ls001.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9ad7918 --- /dev/null +++ b/12192-h/images/ls001.jpg diff --git a/12192-h/images/ls002.jpg b/12192-h/images/ls002.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..67d930c --- /dev/null +++ b/12192-h/images/ls002.jpg diff --git a/12192-h/images/ls003.jpg b/12192-h/images/ls003.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..e693475 --- /dev/null +++ b/12192-h/images/ls003.jpg diff --git a/12192-h/images/lsfront.jpg b/12192-h/images/lsfront.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a940363 --- /dev/null +++ b/12192-h/images/lsfront.jpg |
