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Cash read it in his eyes, in the tones of his voice when he crooned soothing fragments of old range songs to the baby, and at daylight Cash managed to dress himself and help; though what assistance he could possibly give was not all clear to him, until he saw Bud's glance rove anxiously toward the cook-stove. "Hand the kid over here," Cash said huskily.
He had already learned the truth of the housewife's axiom that "two are a crowd in a kitchen, and three are a throng." At 7 o'clock he called all the sleepers to breakfast. The two "sand-bag headaches" were no more, and everybody was as cheerful as could have been expected under the circumstances. "What are we going to do about Bud's prisoner?"
"Sit on him!" called Mr. Merkel, owner of Diamond X and other ranches. He was superintending the round-up of his herds and those entrusted to Bud, Nort and Dick in the first business venture of the boy ranchers. "Sit on him!" yelled Bud's father.
Having settled this point to his satisfaction, Buck's mind veered swiftly with an odd sense of relief that now at last he could investigate the matter seriously to the other problem which had stirred his curiosity so long. When his attention was first attracted to the north pasture by Bud's account of Andrew Thorne's tragic death, its connection with the mystery of the ranch seemed trivial.
It was while they were engaged in this spectacular exhibition of horsemanship, gun-play, and vocalization that Bud's sweetheart rode into town to execute some commissions in preparation for Echo Allen's wedding.
And some hours later, when they had reached Bud's home, and Nell was serving peach pie and glasses of milk to the boy ranchers, Nort paused long enough in his eating to remark: "This is the good luck, Bud." "You declaimed something that time!" agreed his brother. Mr. Merkel listened to what Bud and his cousins told them of the raids on Happy Valley.
"I've got something to do to-day besides play pussy-wants-a-corner with you boys." Ward went, his eyes filled with malice. Two or three of the other men joined their voices to Bud's and Carson's, expostulating, telling of that fearful thing, an outlaw horse. Judith maintained a scornful silence. In due time Ward came back.
"I'd give something to see how they make out with the figuring I did on that paper they hooked from our shanty. They couldn't make head or tail of it in a year; so they are not likely to steal the idea of my wonderful stability device, which is luck enough for me for one day." Hugh gave Ralph a suggestive look, as though begging him not to say anything just then to hurt poor Bud's dream of fame.
I haven't been in your cabin." "Well, come right along over. This was Bud's camp when he was homesteadin'. Ever see a piano like that?" Bronson gazed at the carved and battered piano, stepping close to it to inspect the various brands. "It is rather amazing. I didn't know Mr. Shoop was fond of music." "Well, he can't play reg'lar. But he sure likes to try.
"The sense of new identity came with perfect ease at the first bidding. It was not marred by such evidences of the old fact as still remained. These were obliterated one by one. At last the healing was complete; there was nothing to do but remove all traces of anybody's presence in the room during Mr. Bud's absence, and submit the hair to the skill of a barber.
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