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"Milt Dale, you'll come down here an' work out that fifty head of sheep!" ejaculated the old rancher, incredulously. "Sure." "Wal, I'll be damned!" He sat back and gazed with shrewd eyes at Dale. "What's got into you, Milt? Hev you heard about my niece thet's comin', an' think you'll shine up to her?" "Yes, Al, her comin' has a good deal to do with my deal," replied Dale, soberly.
What you have made of me counts for little after that," he said. Some time had passed when he walked quietly into the house. Nellie Townshead rose as he entered and stood looking at him very white in face. "I wonder if you will believe what I have to tell you, Miss Townshead," he commenced, and stopped when the rancher turned towards him,
She believed it to be necessary, or he would not require it of her, and she wanted to be all that he expected her to be. She was very sensitive, in those days, about doing her whole duty as a wife the wife of a Western rancher.
Although Wallace was a cattleman with an enmity toward Brandon's fraternity, it did not extend to Ike himself, and he was made welcome by the rancher and his wife. Wallace's freckle-faced son, a lad of five years, who was known among his vaqueros as "Sucatash," was the other member of the family. Ike, who was fond of children, entertained this youngster and made a rather strong impression on him.
"Yes, we're making a big run," he said, then stopped and looked straight at the rancher. "Did it ever strike you, Winston, that you were not unlike me?" Winston smiled, but made a little gesture of dissent as he returned the other's gaze.
"Stand aside, please," said the rancher, walking firmly across the boards with the big trunk on his shoulders. When he had placed it in the wagon he turned to the ladies with a smile. "I had thought of putting you up for the night at the hotel, but they're full, and with good luck we ought to make my place in about three hours.
The Navajoes, who number about 22,000 and are in a fairly primitive state, having few schools or missionaries among them, are thrifty and successful sheep-herders and entirely self-supporting. The value of crops raised by Indians during the last fiscal year is estimated at more than four millions. In a word, the typical red man of to-day is a rancher on a large or small scale.
"Surely these men have not resorted to force -committed murder or anything of that sort?" interposed the professor. "Not that we know of, though some of them did have a pitched battle with a rancher over on the western border of the state. A few stopped bullets, but so far as we know no one was killed. I am telling you all this in confidence.
She shall do as she pleases, live where she likes. You can always be with us if you choose. It's no use being riled, John, I'm making an honest proposition." The rancher calmed. In the face of such a generous proposal he could not insult Lablache. He was determined, however.
The drive continued. Slowly the panting brutes were urged on; at every water-hole and every trail-side pasture they were rested. In the afternoon Howard found a rancher who could spare half a dozen bales of hay; they were promptly purchased, opened and thrown to the herd; to disappear instantly. That night camp was made on the upper courses of the Morales Creek.
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