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This is the latest device quite a tophole scheme!" And he showed us a box-like contrivance which, when in use, is slung round the neck. "Are you often in the gas?" I enquired. "Every day yes, rather!" "For how long?" "Well, I stayed in once for five hours on end " "Five hours!" I exclaimed, aghast. "Y'see, I was experimentin'!" "And didn't you feel any bad effects?" "Yes, rather!
"Say, kiddies," he began, with that soft inflection that seems so much a part of some men of rough manners, "I want you to listen careful to a yarn I'm goin' to tell you about. Y'see " He hesitated, and unconsciously one hand was lifted and passed across his brow with a movement that suggested puzzlement. It was as though he were not quite sure whither his story were going to lead him.
Kars smilingly shook his head. "It doesn't do butting in," he said. "Y'see folks know best how they need to act. You're feeling that way now. No feller can think right for others. Guess folks' eyes don't see the same. Maybe it's to do with the color," he smiled. "When a man and a woman get thinking things, there's no room for other folks." Kars' manner had a profound effect.
He's took my side always. Y'see, I aint got no people an' I just ride araoun'. Y'see," Piney quivered with boyish fire, "I just got to ride araoun'. I cayn't stay on no farm an' in no haouse. Kills me. I got to git to the woods an' the hills. An' Unc' Bernique he stands by me, an' keeps me in his shack whend they's any trouble abaout it. Y'see, some people think I oughter oughter work!"
Wal, he hadn't no suspicion, seein' whose beasties they were, an' he was for makin' back. He'd started, he said, when somethin' struck him. Y'see he guessed of a sudden it was a mighty big bunch for a ranch-foreman to be running, an' ther' was such a heap o' half-bred Polled Angus amongst 'em.
"De young missus used to beat me a right smaht," he recalled with an amused smile. "I b'longed to her, y'see. She was a couple o' years younger'n me. I mind I used to be hangin' 'round de kitchen, watchin 'em cook cakes an' otha good things. W'en dey be done, I'd beg for one, an' dey take 'em off in de otha room, so's I couldn't steal any.
Y'see, I'm a bizness man, an' I don't figger to git a crop o' weeds growin' around my feet. I sez to myself, I sez, directly I heerd tell, 'Here's Zip with an elegant patch o' pay dirt, an' here am I with a wad of bills handy, which I'd sure like to turn over some. Then I sez I want you to understand jest how I thought I sez,'Mebbe I've kind o' bin useful to Zip.
"Guess she's in the Broken Hills, an' gettin' near White Point. I'd say she'd be along in an hour sure." "Damn!" For once in his life Stanley Fyles's patience gave way. The man grinned. "It ain't no use cussin'," he protested, with a suggestion of malicious delight. "Y'see, she's just a bum freight. Ain't even a 'through. I tell you, these sort have emptied a pepper box of gray around my head.
It was 3 a.m. the following morning when he found himself searching for the door-knob in the vicinity of the front window. Having gained an entrance, he was accosted by his wife, who exclaimed: "Harry, you drunk?" "Well, y'see, it was the pioneer shupper," said Harry, and he tumbled into bed. This was Harry's first ruse. His next move was an affinity.
Y'see," he added apologetically, "I couldn't find no corns on 'em to speak of. But," he went on more hopefully, "I give 'em the cough cure. They ain't got no coughs, neither of 'em, but, seein' they was to take a bath, I guessed it 'ud be a kind of precaution. Then there were them powders. How were they called? Why Lick Lick well, they were called Lick something. Anyways, I give 'em one each.
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