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David sat for a moment in silence, and then, "How much money have you got?" he asked. "Well," was the reply, "with what I had and what I have saved since I came I could get together about five thousand dollars, I think." "Is it where you c'n put your hands on't?" John took some slips of paper from his pocketbook and handed them to David. "H'm, h'm," said the latter.
But I have decided that as long as I have made up my mind to stay here and run the Flying W, I may as well learn to be able to protect myself if occasion arises." "That's a heap sensible. You c'n never tell when you'll have to do some shootin' out here.
"'Wa'al, I says, 'when he comes back you c'n use your own judgment about havin' a little interview with him. Mebbe somethin' 's made him think the's two sides to this thing. But anyway, I says, 'I guess he won't do no more hollerin'. "'How's that? says Tenaker. "'Wa'al, I says, 'I guess I'll have to tell ye a little story. Mebbe you've heard it before, but it seems to be to the point.
"I mean, ef ye got five dollars on ye I'll ferry ye acrost to where ye c'n ride to Timber City ef them old skates'll carry ye there, an' ef ye hain't got the five, ye c'n swim acrost, or shove on up the river, or go back where ye come from."
"'Yes, sir, says Smith, puttin' out his hand. 'An' I guess, he says, 'f'm all 't I c'n gather, thet you're doin' all 't we could expect, an' more too, an' off he put." "How 'd it come out?" asked Mrs. Cullom.
"Did yer see that, Angel," demanded Joey, "did yer ketch onter that little game? We c'n do that. I c'n whis'le an' you c'n sing, an' we'll make 'nough to get Mis' Tomlin th' ice ourselves. If yer do," continued the wily Joey, "I tell yer what, we'll go home on the cable cars, we will."
A stranger, an' yet he seems ter know his way 'bout this yer camp most as well as I do meself. He's in the house right now, jawin' with mother. Seems he kinder knows her." "Knows her? Knows your mother? Knows Mee-Mee? I'm amazed! Your mother ain't bin outer this yer camp, not for years an' years. How c'n any stranger know her? What's the man's name? Where does he come from?" "Dunno, Boss; dunno."
"Valley, is it?" said William, glancing over one shoulder. "Nice, lush bit o' green, to look at him. What does he do?" "Looks after dad. Waits on him, helps him dress, and packs his bags for him." William stopped in his tracks and turned on Leighton. "Glen," he said, "I don't know ez you c'n stand to ride in the old kerryall.
"Will you keep in touch with me?" "Yes, sir. If you ain't got anything to do to-morrow, you might ride out to my place, where we c'n talk a little more free-like." "A good idea, Stain. You are sure nothing is likely to happen to-night?" "Not till the dark o' the moon, she sez." "By the way, why is she turning against her father like this?"
"I said or meant to say that there was no visible trace of early native inhabitants or white settlers," Kiddie corrected. "Well, that's good enough," resumed Rube. "I guess I've got you, anyway. Look deep down thar, an' you'll see the trunk of a tree. It ain't got 'ny branches on it. I b'lieve I c'n even make out the cuts of an axe on the end of it.
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