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But the realization that he had voluntarily undertaken the care of them, and that the larger part of them belonged to his friends, put him in a passion of apprehension that, as a ranchman, was almost inexplicable. He did the very thing of all others that no cattle-man in his right senses would think of doing. Gillispie and Henderson, talking it over afterward, were never able to understand it.
Supper was ready, although it had been Gillispie's turn to prepare it. Henderson was sore from his saddle, and cross at having to do more than his share of the work. "Damn yeh!" he cried, as Gillispie appeared. "Where yeh been?" "Making garden," responded Gillispie, slowly. "Making garden!" Henderson indulged in some more harmless oaths.
"Why, yes," admitted Gillispie, "we do. But I don't want folks to laugh too much not when I'm around unless they tell me what the joke is. I was just mentioning it to the gentleman," he added, dryly. "So I saw," said the other; "you're kind a emphatic in yer remarks. Yeh ought to give the gentleman a chance to git used to the ways of th' country.
They may think they won't enjoy themselves, but they will." "Oh, I'll answer for that!" cried he, shaking hands with her. "I'll tell them we have just the right sort of a neighbor." "Thank you," said she, heartily. "And you may tell them that her name is Catherine Ford." Once at home, he told his story. "H'm!" said Gillispie, "I guess I'll have to go to town myself to-morrow."
Among the number killed was one of our neighbor boys, John Gillispie, son of a minister, and my father and mother went over to their home to convey the sad news and to render such poor consolation to the parents as was possible. Every family in the land had one or more of its members with the troops, and any day might bring tidings of death or even worse.
"There ain't no danger of any woman bein' treated rude in these parts." "I know it, by Jove!" cried Henderson, in quick contriteness. "All right," grunted Gillispie, in tacit acceptance of this apology. "I guess you thought you was in civilized parts." Two days after this Waite came in late to his supper. "Well, I seen her," he announced.
Just then Gillispie drew from under his coat a large and friendly looking apple-pie. "Yes," he said, with emphasis; "I've bin a-makin' garden fur Mis' Ford." And so it came about that the three Johns knew her and served her, and that she never had a need that they were not ready to supply if they could.
"There, now!" triumphantly cried the squat man. "Didn't I tell yeh? Give him a show! 'Tain't no fault of his that he's a tenderfoot. He'll get over that." Gillispie shook hands with first one and then the other of the men. "It's a square deal from this on," he said. "Come and have a drink." That's how they met John Henderson, John Gillispie, and John Waite.
"We don't shoot men hereabouts till they git on their feet in fightin' trim." "What do you know about what we do here?" interrupted Gillispie. "This is the first time I ever saw you around." "That's so," the other admitted. "I'm just down from Montana. Came to take up a quarter section. Where I come from we give men a show, an' I thought perhaps yeh did th' same here."
He did not even say good-by to her, and she turned, with the tears suddenly dried under her lids, and walked down the road in the twilight. Weeks went by, and though Gillispie and Waite were often at Catherine's, Henderson never came. Gillispie gave it out as his opinion that Henderson was an ungrateful puppy; but Waite said nothing.
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