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We camped and lay over one day to give our horses rest where the thriving little city of Amarillo now stands. At that time we had no idea that vast prairie would ever be inhabited by the white race. That part of Texas was the greatest country for Antelope at the time I am speaking of that I had ever seen. Some days we saw a thousand or more Antelope in one drove.
She did not attempt to keep the story from Captain Dan Rugley when she got back home on the fourth evening. "Smart girl!" the old ranchman said, when she told him of the make-believe treasure chest she had carted halfway to Amarillo, burlapped, corded, and tagged as though for deposit in the city bank for safe-keeping. "Smart girl!" he repeated. "Fooled 'em good.
"But if I tell him why he is discharged it will warn him and that Pete that we suspect, or know, an attempt is being made to rob father's old chest. Now, what shall I do about this?" The conversation between Ratty and Pete at the ford which she had overheard gave Frances an idea. She saw that the contents of the treasure chest ought really to be put into a safety deposit vault in Amarillo.
He took some New Mexican cow-ponies out with him, and he and his men succeeded in all they undertook to do, capturing not only the less dangerous animals, such as antelope, buck and giraffe, but also a lioness and a rhinoceros, surely a very notable feat. Amarillo in the Panhandle was then purely a cattleman's town.
The main trail in that town which they call Broadway is plenty travelled, but they're about the same brand of bipeds that tramp around in Cheyenne and Amarillo, At first I was sort of rattled by the crowds, but I soon says to myself, 'Here, now, Bud; they're just plain folks like you and Geronimo and Grover Cleveland and the Watson boys, so don't get all flustered up with consternation under your saddle blanket, and then I feels calm and peaceful, like I was back in the Nation again at a ghost dance or a green corn pow-wow.
She remembered that the young man from Amarillo had taken a peep into the Bar-T wagon when he joined them on the trail. He must have seen the heavy chest; and now he ignored it. On and on they rode. The smoke made the ride very unpleasant, even if the flames were now at a distance.
"Don't like his looks," the Amarillo young man said, frankly. "Glad we came up as we did." "But you must go on with your friends, Pratt," said Frances, faintly. "Goodness! there are enough of them, and the other fellows can get 'em all back to Mr. Bill Edwards' in time for supper," laughed Pratt. "I believe I'll go on with you. Where are you bound?" "To Peckham's ranch," said Frances, faintly.
Her reason she gave for going to Amarillo was business connected with the forthcoming pageant, "The Panhandle: Past and Present." This explanation satisfied her father, too and it was true to a degree.
That was the way it was with Frances. Especially on this particular night. Her unexpected meeting with Pratt Sanderson had brought to her heart and mind more strongly than for months her experiences in Amarillo. She remembered her school days, her school fellows, and the difference between their lives and that which she lived at present.
"Who's there?" the captain demanded again. "Don't shoot, neighbor!" said a hoarse voice out of the darkness. "I'm jest a-paddin' of it Amarillo way. Can I get a flop-down and a bite here?" "Only a tramp, Dad," breathed Frances, with a sigh. "How did you get into this compound?" demanded Captain Rugley, none the less suspiciously and sternly. "I come through an open gate.
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