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"And by and by, we'll find treasure and divide it, for I have taken you for my chum and half of mine is yours, and a half of yours is mine." By this time we had come to a pretty high bank about a hundred yards from the mill. We heard voices and looked down on the sand bank, and there were about fifty men sittin' or standin' around. And there was my pa.
She was scarcely settled in her place when footsteps sounded on the porch above and an indistinguishable murmur of male voices. Presently the footsteps retreated, there came the rasp of an opening window and then the tramp of feet within the house.
"I don't want shelter!" she said. "And I can't think of anything else till after the Three Bar is a going concern." The voices of the three men round the fire drifted to them. "Listen," she urged. "Blind Valley ought to summer-feed three hundred head," the ranger was saying. "I'll recommend permits for that many cows." "That'll suit me," Slade nodded. "I'll put in application through you?"
"I only wish he'd marry her and and give her a good time all her life," avowed Mellicent, lifting her chin. "Marry her!" exclaimed two scornful voices. "Well, why not? She's good enough for him," bridled Mellicent. "Aunt Maggie's good enough for anybody!" "Of course she is, child!" laughed Miss Flora. "Maggie's a saint if ever there was one."
It is curious to watch the various features, the physical development, the dress, manners, customs, and languages of the throng. It would be impossible to convey an idea of the ceaseless Babel of noise which prevails; the cries designating certain goods, the bartering going on in shrill voices, the laughter mingled with sportive exclamations, and the frequent disputes which fill the air.
Not even the white roses upon the feet of the Virgin could flourish in that atmosphere. "... It was a simple shepherd-child who pastured her flocks upon the barren fields..." Voices from the room above: "The washstand has, of course, been scrubbed over with soda." "... Poverty-stricken, her limbs with tattered rags half covered..."
This was instantly answered by a yell from human voices in chorus, and towards that yell in a slightly amiable a very slightly amiable state of mind I went. I will draw a veil over the scene, particularly over my observations to those men. They did not attempt to deny their desertion, but they attempted to explain it, each one saying that it was not he but the other boy who "got fright too much."
When he reached his landing, breathlessly, he heard the same quick rustle he had heard that memorable evening, and was quite satisfied that he saw a figure glide swiftly out of the open door of his room. It was no doubt his neighbor, who had been seeking her children, and as he heard their voices as he passed, his uneasiness and suspicions were removed.
"The crowd expects us to go up, and we'll have to go." "Well, we'll try it. But we must tie the balloon down and put in more gas. It won't go up very far only half filled as it is." Suddenly some voices cried: "One side! One side if you please!" It was the men coming up with ropes to tie the balloon down. Mr. and Mrs.
"There goes the Hirondelle now, driving along out to sea with the whole gang," he murmured. "Now, by God, I am safe if this yellow masquerader only plays the man!" There was a hubbub of cackling voices, as on the night when the geese saved Rome!