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"Wal, Lucy, I'll not punish Pan," he said, slowly. "I think more of him for fightin' for you." They did not meet again during the winter. It was a hard winter. Pan left school and stayed close to home, working for his mother, and playing less than any time before. "I heard Dick say he'd kill you someday," said one cowboy seriously. "An' take it from me, kid, he's a bad hombre."
Beyond the airport they saw the barren mountains of the Charleston Range, and behind the motels clustered around the airport, they saw flat desert, thinly populated with mesquite and creosote brush. "Welcome to the wild West," Rick said with a grin. "Not a cowboy in sight," Scotty commented. "Plenty of dudes, though." He gestured at a group dressed in loud sports clothes. "What now?"
Without a word the cowboy reached for a bar of soap that lay awash in the filthy water of a basin upon a bench beside the door, and jammed it down the man's throat. The sounds changed to a sputtering, choking gurgle. "Maybe that'll learn you not to talk vile when there's ladies around." "Water!" the man managed to gasp. "Will you quit your damn swearin'?"
When they saw that be had not been seriously injured the boys set up a defiant yell. "Hurt you any?" grinned the cowboy. "Only my pride," answered Tad, with a sheepish smile. "I never had that happen to me before." "Other ponies got in your way so you couldn't throw your rope down on the pink-eyed one and trip him. I'll get him out for you." "You will do nothing of the sort.
But it was made worse this morning because a young cowboy who happened along took upon himself the task of helping Lee. I suspected he wanted to show off a little. In throwing his lasso to rope one, the noose went over the heads of two. Then he tried to hold both animals. They dragged him, pulled the lasso out of his hands, and stampeded the other horses.
"He wants to get every drop!" said Dave, bitterly. "Yes," assented the engineer. "He isn't satisfied with a fair share." Some of the workmen who knew Dave seemed a bit embarrassed as he caught them on the Carson land, for it was necessary for them to go there to complete the dam. The young cowboy, however, said nothing, preferring to leave it to Mr. Bellmore.
"Cowboy gone workee. Missee gone hurry up find Mr. Quest." Laura hesitated, puzzled. Just then the Professor came cantering in with a bundle of grass in his hand. He glanced down at the Chinaman. "Good morning, Miss Laura!" he said. "You don't seem to be getting on with our friend here," he added in an undertone.
Fuchs told me everything I wanted to know: how he had lost his ear in a Wyoming blizzard when he was a stage-driver, and how to throw a lasso. He promised to rope a steer for me before sundown next day. He got out his 'chaps' and silver spurs to show them to Jake and me, and his best cowboy boots, with tops stitched in bold design roses, and true-lover's knots, and undraped female figures.
You talk like a a wild cowboy." "Sure," replied Pan, with a grim laugh. "And it'll take just a wild cowboy to clean up this mess.... Now Lucy, don't go white and sick. I promise you I'll listen to Dad and you before I make a move. I'll go to see your father. And I'll call on Hardman. I'll talk sense and reason, and business to these men.
Here and there along the slope, where the aspen groves clustered, a horse would flash across an open space; the dust would fly, and a cowboy would peal out a lusty yell that rang along the slope and echoed under the bluff and lingered long after the daring rider had vanished in the steep thickets.
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