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"Say, ain't that Andy and Mig following along behind?" Cal asked after a minute of watching the approach. "Sure, it is. Now what " "They're drivin' 'em, by cripes!" Big Medicine, under the stress of the moment, returned to his usual bellowing tone. "Who's that tall, lanky feller in the lead? I don't call to mind ever seem him before. Them four herders I'd know a mile off." "That?"
So now there was a halt in the firing, and another component of fear was applied. It was a growling, taunting voice. "Nelsen! And all of you silly bladder-brains...! This is Belt Parnay...! Ever hear of him? Come back from hell, eh? Not with just rocks, this time! The latest, surest equipment! Want to give up, now, Nelsen you and your nice, civilized people? Cripes, what will you cranks try next?
He addressed him instead of Ned when he spoke. "They say they were given drink after the fourth man arrived and went to sleep." "That accounts for the strange odor about the place!" cried the Captain. "Now, what the dickens does it all mean?" "Cripes!" broke in Jimmie. "I wish I had as many dollars as times I don't know. Say, when we goin' to get a ride in the Manhattan?
"Combin' his chaps, by cripes!" came rumbling behind him. Pink turned. "Say! Don't make so much noise about it," he advised guardedly. "I've got an idea." "Yuh want to hog-tie it, then," Big Medicine retorted, resentful because Pink seemed not to grasp the full humor of the thing.
Nelsen had a vagrant thought about how money now had to stand on its own commercial value, rather than rely on the ancient witchcraft of a gold standard. Then he almost suspected that Lester was being devious and clever. But he knew the guy too well. "Cripes, Les!" he burst out almost angrily. "How about your services, just now, as an archeological consultant?
His dimples stood deep in his cheeks. "You send those ropes home to-morrow, will yuh? We're liable to need 'em." "By cripes!" Big Medicine bawled. "What say we haze them sheep a few miles north, boys?"
The girls in that neighborhood were held in esteem, and there was that in his tone which gave offense. "Sure, there's pretty girls here!" Big Medicine bellowed unexpectedly, close beside him. "We're all of us engaged to `em, by cripes!"
Somehow he wished he didn't have one himself. "Want a good job, George?" he asked Lunt. "I have a good job." "This'll be a better one. Rank of major, eighteen thousand a year. Commandant, Native Protection Force. And you won't lose seniority in the constabulary; Colonel Ferguson'll give you indefinite leave." "Well, cripes, Jack, I'd like to, but I don't want to leave the kids.
"I'm going to sell out to Mr. Eells and " "To Eells!" he yelled. "Well, by the holy, jumping Judas how much is he going to give you?" "Forty thousand dollars and " "Forty thousand! Say, she's worth forty million! For cripes' sake have you signed the papers?" "No, I haven't, but " "Well, then, don't! Don't you do it don't you dare to sign anything, not even a receipt for your money!
But if they was to come out here, trying to horn in on our range, I'd lead 'em gently to the railroad, by cripes, and tell 'em goodbye so's't they'd know I meant it! Can't yuh see the difference?" he bawled, goggling at Pink with misleading savageness in his ugly face. "Oh, I see," Pink admitted mildly.
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