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Updated: May 27, 2025
Dan Pennycook had made all of the funeral arrangements, and when the crowd had passed slowly around the casket, viewing Harley P.'s placid face for the last time, a strange young man, clad in the garb of a prospector, mounted the little dais, so long occupied by the lookout for Harley P.'s faro game, and delivered a funeral oration.
"They got new mattin' in the rooms" he gasped. "Business must be lookin' up." The crowd followed into the room, and watched Bob McGraw and Dan Pennycook lay Mr. Hennage on his old bed. Dan Pennycook hurried for Doc Taylor, while Bob cleared the room of the curious and locked the door. Mr. Hennage beckoned him to his bedside.
Having examined the records personally, Mrs. Pennycook felt safe in assuming responsibility for the statement that Donna Corblay was not married, despite her claims to the contrary. "Then," murmured Miss Pickett sadly, "she is not an honest woman!" "Decidedly not." "I expected this for years" Miss Pickett continued, and wiped away a furtive tear. "Poor girl. After all, we shouldn't be surprised.
Two of the committee showed signs of inward disturbance, but, having fixed bayonets, Mrs. Pennycook was now prepared to charge. "We came to find out if you're an honorable married woman, or " "Quite right, Mrs. Pennycook. That is information which you, and in fact every person in San Pasqual, is entitled to know. I am an honorable married woman.
Pennycook, who heaved a sigh of relief at the thought that her Dan was, for the nonce, outside the sphere of Donna's influence. In the meantime Donna and Bob, in the beautiful Yosemite, rode and tramped through ten glorious, blissful days. It would be impossible to attempt to describe in adequate fashion the delights of that honeymoon.
Pennycook received due and courteous thanks from the nurse personally, and also on behalf of Miss Corblay and the patient. To her apparently irrelevant and impersonal queries, regarding the identity of the wounded man, his personal and family history, Mrs.
Pennycook choked on a cake crumb. It was a question none of them could answer, and this very fact made the silence more appalling! Even Mrs. Pennycook, who had organized the expedition, blushed. Finally she stammered: "We we well, to tell the truth, we hadn't heard." Donna's eyes were wide with simulated amazement. "You hadn't heard!" "No" snapped Mrs.
Pennycook not meanin' any offense but you know Donna's one of the high an' mighty kind, an' you an' her ain't been any too friendly. I think, maybe, if I was to talk to her, now " "I'm sure you're welcome, Miss Pickett. Somebody ought to reason with her like before the thing gets too public, an' I don't seem to have the right influence with the girl."
Dan Pennycook was there, supporting Donna, and made a spectacle of himself. Mrs. Pennycook was there and superintended the disposal of the flowers on the grave; in fact, all San Pasqual was there, with the exception of Harley P. Hennage and nobody wondered why he wasn't there. It was well known that he was not one of the presuming kind and had nothing in common with respectable people.
He revolted. He did more. He turned on Mrs. Pennycook he shook a smutty finger under her nose. He said something. He said he would see her, Mrs. Pennycook, further in fact, considerably further than that! All of which was very rude and vulgar of Mr. Pennycook, we must admit, but
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