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Creede blushed for her, in spite of himself. "Well," he replied evasively, "I don't know how it would be up where you come from, but that's kind of a leadin' question, ain't it?" "Oh, you have, then!" exclaimed Kitty Bonnair ecstatically. "Oh, I'm so glad to see a really, truly cowboy!" She paused, and gazed up at him soulfully.
As the burly cowboy burst open the door and rushed into the dining-room, brandishing a branding-iron above his head, and threatening dire destruction to everybody present, Fred dashed at him, and seized his upraised arm, while Terry reached for his rifle.
As for Father Pat, he complained about himself. "If I only had me lungs!" he mourned. To and fro he walked, to and fro. "If only I could do annything except talk! Dear! dear! dear! dear!" The cowboy, blinder than ever, comforted himself with praising the absent scoutmaster. "That young feller's O. K.," he asserted. "I can tell it by the way he grabbed my paw. Yas, ma'am!
"Because," said Patches slowly, "I am curious to see what I will do under such circumstances, and if I don't try the experiment now I'll never know whether I have the nerve to do it or not." As he finished he turned and walked deliberately toward the horse. Phil ran to Curly's side, and the cowboy at his foreman's gesture leaped from his saddle.
I reckon this is Miss Jinnie she's a right hearty girl, ain't she? Mrs. Pratt, I'm heartily glad to see ye. This yer little man must be the tit-man. What's your name, sonny?" "Dan. H. Pratt," piped the boy. "Ah hah! Wal, sir, I reckon you'll make a right smart of a cowboy yet. What's this?" he said, turning to Mose. "This ain't no son-in-law, I reckon!"
There was no disturbance among the cattle, and no midnight visitors invaded the camp. But, for all this, the slumbers of our heroes were not easy. Perhaps they had premonitions of coming disaster. For disaster came, with the return, early on the morning of the next day, of Snake and Yellin' Kid. "They're after you, Bud!" shouted the cowboy with the loud voice. "They're after you!"
Formerly he had charge of hundreds, and perhaps thousands, of branded cattle, which ranged at will over boundless prairies, and the day's work was frequently varied by a set-to with some unfriendly Indians or some exceptionally daring cattle thieves. The very nature of his work used to make the cowboy somewhat desperate in his habits, and apt to be suspicious of newcomers.
Thanks, just the same, Fade." "Sure! Well, I guess I'll be goin'." "Wait a minute. Don't be in a rush. I was thinking . . ." Fadeaway strode to the window and stood looking out on the street. His apparent indifference was effective. "Say, Fade, do you think we could could get away with it?" "With what?" exclaimed the cowboy, turning. "Oh, you know! What you said yesterday."
And your uniform, sir" Jasper Ewold took in the cowboy outfit with a sweeping glance which warmed with the picturesque effect "it's a great improvement on the regulation; fit for free delivery in Little Rivers, where nobody studies to be unconventional in any vanity of mistaking that for originality, but nobody need be conventional." He took some of the cargo in his own hands.
Suddenly the cowboy who represented Blue Smoke made an astounding buck and his rider bit the dust. Ma Bailey held the lamp aloft and gazed sternly at the two sweating, puffing cowboys. "Where's Bailey?" she queried sharply. One of the men stepped forward and doffing his hat assumed an attitude of profound gravity. "Blue there, he done pitched your husband, mam, and broke his leg.
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