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Carson and Pocus Pete, both of whom looked at him rather eagerly and anxiously. "Well, son," began the ranch owner, "how did you make out?" "Pretty fair, Dad," was the answer. "There were more cattle than you led us to expect, and there were more strays than we calculated on. In fact we didn't get near all of them." "Is that so, Dave?" asked Pocus Pete, quickly.
Read the contract carefully and note that you retain the right to cancel it and relieve yourself of all obligation in the matter by abandoning your claim to the land. "That looks like fair warning" mused Mr. McGraw, as he reread this document. "I defy any man to look between the lines and scent my hocus- pocus game." Bob next proceeded to draw up the contract.
"If things don't take a turn for th' better soon, there won't any of us make out," and, with a gloomy shake of his head, Pocus Pete, to give him the name he commonly went by, tossed the strap inside the bunk house, and went on toward the main building, where, by virtue of his position as head of the cowboys, he had his own cot.
A lasso had been thrown over his head, and this now trailed in the dust Several of the cowboys, clapping spurs to their ponies, set off either to throw more ropes about the escaping beast, or else to grasp the trailing lariat. "Take him, Dave!" cried Pocus Pete, who wanted the lad to get as much practical experience as possible, "I'll get him" was the instant call in response.
"That's all we want," said Dave. Meanwhile the legal tangles increased. A number of suits were started on both sides, and as a result there were several physical clashes between the cowboys of the Bar U and the Centre O ranches. The horse of Pocus Pete was more seriously hurt than he had at first thought, and he had to give his mount a long rest. "But I've got Len's critter!"
This touch and go young Barnacle had 'got up' the Department in a private secretaryship, that he might be ready for any little bit of fat that came to hand; and he fully understood the Department to be a politico-diplomatic hocus pocus piece of machinery for the assistance of the nobs in keeping off the snobs.
"I hope you won't misunderstand my motives," said the water agent. "Not at all." It was a few days after this that Pocus Pete, coming in from a distant part of the range, said to Dave and Mr. Carson. "I see they're putting up some new fences along the river on the Centre O ranch." "Is that so?" asked Mr. Carson. "That's news to me, I wonder what that means?" "Perhaps I can tell you," said Mr.
"All right. There's a big burned patch between us and the fire now," said Pocus Pete. "Have the plows come?" "Not yet" "Hark!" exclaimed Dave. "What's that?" A thunder of hoofs could be heard, thudding on the ground. "The cattle a stampede!" gasped Tubby Larkin. "No, it's the boys coming back with the plow outfit," said Dave. "I can hear the rattle of the wheels on the chuck wagon."
While Pocus Pete had been on guard a cattleman, passing, had given him an important message for Mr. Carson. "So you'd better ride back and tell him, Dave," Pete said, as he and the other punchers began to work on the fence, a snack having been brought for Pete's supper. "But I want to stay and help you," objected Dave.
This third letter I have given him with a promise of a hundred pounds in silver for his new Cathedral, to be paid as soon as I get an answer from you. "We are all well at Sunch'ston; so are my wife and eight children five sons and three daughters but the country is at sixes and sevens. St. Panky is dead, but his son Pocus is worse. Dr. Downie has become very lethargic. I can do less against St.
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