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He's the feller you've got to watch out for. He cut acrosst the road yisterday afternoon when I was comin' down here, and when he seen me he stopped, for I used to know him up north and he knew it wasn't no use to try to duck and hide his murderin' face from me. He told me he was ranchin' up in Montany, and he'd come down here to collect some money Chadron owed him on an old bill."
Willy-nilly I had to demonstrate my greenness; so in all good nature I drew, and stood, and cocked, and aimed. The Colt's exploded with prodigious blast and wrench jerking, in fact, almost above head; and where the bullet went I did not see, nor, I judged, did anybody else. "He missed the 'arth!" they clamored. "No; I reckon he hit Montany 'bout the middle. That's whar he scored center!" "Shoot!
"I hope to do so. I am sure I shall enjoy myself in his company." "How far is Montany, Jefferson?" "It is over two thousand miles away, Uncle Cyrus." "It must be almost at the end of the world. I don't see how you can feel at home so far away from Vermont." Jefferson smiled. "I can content myself wherever I can make a good living," he said. "Wouldn't you like to go out and make me a visit?"
"Yes, I'm goin' on another hunt fer the mine account o' these two gents," and Abe Blower pointed to his companions. "Who is this man?" asked one of the others, who had come from the campfire. "This is Tom Dillon, one o' the best old-time miners and prospectors in Montany," answered Abe Blower, with a broad smile. "He used to know yer uncle well," he added. "Is that so?
Joe had some hopes at first he'd git to seein' again out of the eye that was hurt, and so he sent home his animals and put out for Salt Lake to show it to a doctor there; but it wan't any use. The eye's gone; and it doos seem as if for the time bein' some of Joe's grit had gone with it. He went up to Montany and tended to his business, but it was all like a dumb show and no heart in it.
"No, Aunt Nancy, I'll go out and let him know I am here." Presently Cyrus Hooper came in, accompanied by Jefferson. "Uncle Cyrus," said the miner, "let me introduce you to my friend Rodney Ropes, of New York." "I'm glad to see you," said Cyrus heartily. "I'm glad to see any friend of Jefferson's." "Thank you, sir. I am pleased to meet you." "Jefferson says you are goin' to Montany with him."
"She ain't in any hurry, but she likes him to be. She feels's if he thought more of money-makin' than he does of her. She's like all girls. She won't use her reason and see it's all for her in the end he's doin' it." "Why didn't you tell her 'twas my plan, his goin' to Montany this fall? He wouldn't listen to it nohow then.
"How are you, Jefferson, old boy?" said one and another. "Pretty well, thank you. It seems good to be home." "I hear you've brought back some money." "Yes, a few hundred dollars." "That's better than nothing. I reckon you'll stay home now." "I can't afford it, boys." "Are ye goin' back to Montany?" "Yes. I know the country, and I can make a middlin' good livin' there."
His neighbor looked at the inscription. "It's for her," said he. "Miss Mary Warren, in care of Sim Gage, Two Forks, Montany." "Who's it from?" said Sim. "Here's some writing on the back." "From Annie B. Squires, 9527 Oakford Avenue, Cleveland, Ohio. But listen " "That's the girl that Miss Warren told me about!" said Sim. "That's a letter from her. I'd better be getting back."
It was natural perhaps she should fire up at the talk about marryin' if she felt the bridegroom was hangin' back. Why, Joe, he'd eat the dirt she treads on, if he couldn't make her like him no other way! He's most too foolish about her, to my thinkin'. That's what took me so by surprise when word come back he'd gone to Montany after all; I didn't expect anything so sensible of him."
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