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Hicks than when they had started. The cook was busy over the camp-fire when Wallie determined to speak and have it over. "Don't let him tree you or run you into the river." Pinkey, who knew Wallie's purpose, warned him jocosely. "I'm glad it ain't me has the job of tellin' that hyena that he ain't as welcome as the President." Wallie could not share Pinkey's amusement.
The next morning he packed his bag and started down the road without saying good-bye to any one. His departure reduced the party to half its original number, and that was bad enough, but when by lunch-time Mr. Appel had developed a soreness which led him to believe he was injured internally and should consult a physician, the situation became infinitely worse to Wallie and Pinkey.
Pinkey's forehead was furrowed like a corrugated roof with the mental effort as he figured in the dust with a pointed stick while Wallie's face wore a look of absorption as he watched the progress, although he was already as familiar with it as with his multiplication tables. "Ten head of dudes at $100 a month is a $1,000," said Pinkey. "And twelve months in the year times a $1,000 is $12,000.
Pinkey's arrival had cheered him wonderfully. Now when that person observed tentatively that $1,800 was "a good little stake," Wallie blithely offered to count it. "You got it with you?" Wallie nodded. "That's chancey," Pinkey commented. "They's people in the country would stick you up if they knowed you carried it."
Then Zura recalled the event of the day: "Oh, Mr. Hanaford, by the way. You remember Pinkey Chalmers, don't you the nice boy you and Ursula entertained so beautifully in the garden when he called the last time? He was here again to-day; had his bride with him. Ursula will tell you what she looked like. I do wish you had been here. Mr.
Immediately, as the lock showed signs of giving, a commotion, a shuffling, was heard, a sound as if a shoulder braced on the inside was resisting. There was a second's astonished silence and then a chorus of voices demanded: "Let us in! Pinkey! What is the matter?" The answer was an inarticulate, gurgling sound that was blood-curdling.
Canby's range as a background. They now all walked with a swagger and seldom went to their meals without their weapons. Pinkey blurted out suddenly: "I wisht I'd died when I was little!" "What's the matter?" "Oh, nothin'."
It seemed heartless to go on eating when Pinkey, the sunshine of the ranch, as they suddenly realized, might be lying cold in death in the bunk-house, so they followed solemnly all except Mrs. Henry Appel, who lingered to pick herself out another spare-rib, which she took with her in her fingers.
Pinkey's young man had called to take her home, and Chook had recognized him for an old enemy, a wool-washer, called "Stinky" Collins on account of the vile smell of decaying skins that hung about his clothes. Chook began to make love to Pinkey under his very eyes. And Stinky sat in sullen silence, refusing to open his mouth.
Pinkey hesitated. "You need not be afraid that he will injure me. I can handle him." Wallie, who never had heard of Mr. Stott's horsemanship, consented reluctantly. "I prefer to saddle and bridle myself, also," said Mr. Stott, when the buckskin was pointed out to him.
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