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Though Wallie could not notice it when he paid them, he said nothing, for by now he was accustomed to having everything cost more than he had anticipated, however liberal he might be in his estimate. Boise Bill rode by occasionally and inquired humorously if he thought he would "winter." To which Wallie always replied that he intended to, though there were moments of depression when he doubted it.
"It would not seem so," Mr. Canby replied, guardedly. "How are you fixed for horses?" "I was just going to ask you about that," Wallie exclaimed. "I want to plow, and haul some fence posts, and I shall need horses. Can you recommend a team that would suit me?"
After another obvious failure Pinkey said gloomily: "If I put in half the time and thought trying to be a Senator that I do figgerin' how to git a bottle, I'd be elected." Wallie replied hopefully: "Something may turn up yet." "I'd lift a cache from a preacher! I'd steal booze off my blind aunt! I'd " "We'll try some more 'prospects' before we give up.
Then $10.00 apiece every time they go to town in the stage-coach is, say, $100 a trip and they go twict a week, say, that's $200." "But they might not go twice a week," Wallie protested, "nor all of them at a time." "You shore give me the blues a croakin'. Why don't you look on the bright side of things like you useta?
"Yes, a dozen of them. They do remind me so of my dear Southland." Miss Gaskett was from Maryland. "The summer wouldn't be the same without either of you," he replied, gallantly. Miss Gaskett shook a coquettish finger at him. "You flirt! You have pretty speeches for everyone." Wallie did not seem displeased by the accusation as he passed on to Mrs. Appel.
"It's shore wicked the way you curse, Old Timer," said Pinkey, reprovingly, as Wallie came up from the corral carrying an empty milk bucket in one hand and testing the other for broken bones. "I could hear you talkin' to Rastus from whur I'm settin'." Wallie exhibited a row of bruised knuckles and replied fiercely: "If ever I had an immortal soul I've lost it since that calf came!
"This girl I've been talking to this morning," Wallace supplied impatiently; "Golda White." "Who is she?" Martie asked, bewildered, as his heavy voice stopped on the name. "Oh, she's a girl I used to know! I haven't seen her for eight or ten years since I left Portland, in fact." "But who IS she, Wallie?"
Wallie Ascher had grinned that winning flash lighting up his dark, keen face. "No. I learned that in another school." Wallie Ascher's early career in the theatre, if repeated here, might almost be a tiresome repetition of Hahn's beginning. And what Augustin Daly had been to Sid Hahn's imagination and ambition, Sid Hahn was to Wallie's.
"It's cattle, and they act like somebody's drivin' 'em," Pinkey declared, positively. "Looks like it's too early to be movin' 'em to the mountain." His curiosity satisfied, he gave the wheat his attention. "It looks fine, Wallie," he said with sincerity. Wallie could not resist crowing: "You didn't think I'd last, did you? Miss Spenceley didn't, either.
Reed declared, emphatically. He added: "I'll bring two men to work the h'ist and empty the bucket. Of course you'd aim to board us?" "Why, yes, I can," Wallie said a little uncertainly. He had not thought of that feature, but he realized it would be necessary. He had figured that with strict economy he had provisions enough to last him well toward summer.
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