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Was it going to be so bad? Would they leave their bones on the ice? Would they go washing by the mission in the great spring flood, that all men spoke of with the same grave look? He had a sudden vision of the torrent as it would be in June. Among the whirling ice-masses that swept by two bodies, swollen, unrecognisable. One gigantic, one dressed gaily in chaparejos.
Looking down at the chaparejos that he had been so proud of, sadly abbreviated to make boots for Nig, jagged here and there, and with fringes now not all intentional, it suited him to pretend that the "shaps" had suffered most. "Yes, the ice takes the kinks out." "Whether the thing that's happened is good or evil, I don't pretend to say," the other went on gravely, staring at the river.
The night was hardly cold enough to call for fringed leather chaparejos, and their guns should have been left in their blankets; nor are long-shanked Texas spurs quite the proper thing about camp, having a dirty way of catching and tripping their wearers; but the rodéo outfit felt that it was on dress parade and was trying its best to look the cowboy part.
"It is well that you should see some horsemanship! Bring the yellow caballo, then. Truly, I will show you what I can do." "Come, Surry," called Dade, and the white horse walked up to him and nibbled playfully his bearskin chaparejos. "Solano's in the little corral, off this big one. I'll bring your saddle " "I don't want any saddle. I'm going to ride him bareback, with a rope over his nose.
Whites, Indians, and Mexicans compose the motley crowd. They look a wild lot, with their bear-skin chaparejos and semi-civilized trappings, galloping to and fro in and about the village. "I can't spare the time, or I would," is my slightly un-truthful answer to an invitation to stop over for the day and have some fun.
He made all kinds of exaggerated promises to little Eulalie as she clung to him sobbingly, and solemnly pledged himself to kill a bear for Bud, who wanted the hide to make a pair of chaparejos. He remained over night in town, leaving rather late the next day.
Then, after a few moments, making a final clutch at economy before the warmth and the whisky subdued him altogether: "Say, Nicholas, have you got hasn't the Ol' Chief got any less glorious breeches than those?" "Hey?" "Anything little cheaper?" "Nuh," says Nicholas. The Boy closed his eyes, relieved on the whole. Fate had a mind to see him in chaparejos. Let her look to the sequel, then!
But his ragged companion turned suddenly, and while the sparks fell in a fresh shower, "Well, Captain," says he, "you've got the chance of your life right now." "Ten and a half." "Just what they've all said. Wish I had the money I've wasted on grub-stakin'." The ragged one thrust his hands in the pockets of his chaparejos. "I grub-staked myself, and I'm very glad I did." "Nobody in with you?"
Why, a tide that washes up to a wayfarer's feet a pair o' chaparejos like that well! legs so habited would simply have to carry a fella on to fortune. He lay back on the sleeping-bench with dancing eyes, while the raw whisky hummed in his head.
Nothing was lacking neither the campaign hat with upturned brim, nor the dotted blue handkerchief knotted behind the neck, nor the heavy gauntlets stitched with red, nor this above all the bear-skin "chaparejos," the hair trousers of the mountain cowboy, the pistol holster low on the thigh.
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