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Updated: June 27, 2025
Lonergan always speaks of you as 'the whitest man who ever lived. 'If my old partner, Captain Dan, knew how I was fixed or where I was, he'd have me rollin' in luxury in no time, he has said to me; 'providing he's this same Captain Dan Rugley that's owner of the Bar-T Ranch in the Panhandle. Lonergan had no educational advantages.
Suddenly the forelegs of the ranchman's chair hit the floor of the veranda, and he roared at the Mexican in a voice that made the latter jump and drop the brown paper cigarette he had just deftly rolled. "You boy! Come back here!" called Captain Rugley. "I want to know what this means." "Me, Capitan?" asked Victorino, softly, and hesitated at the gate.
But after dark or, after bedtime at least the place was barred like a fort in the Indian country! Captain Rugley never went to his bed save after making the rounds, armed as he had been to-night, with Ming to bolt the doors.
Sam and his mates watched "the Old Cap" with wonder. Victorino's gaze was fixed upon the doughty ranchman's back with many different emotions in his trouble-torn mind. He was wondering what would happen to him if Captain Rugley ever learned that he had told a falsehood about that note. He was so scared that he dared not lead the party to a false trail.
It was the next day but one and the hacienda and compound lay bathed in the hot sun of noon-day. Captain Dan Rugley was leaning back in his usual hard chair and in his usual attitude on the veranda, fairly soaking up the rays of the orb of day. "Beats all the medicine for rheumatism in the doctor's shop!" he was wont to declare.
For some of the other cattlemen of the Panhandle rode many miles to call at the Bar-T Ranch; and, of course, they insisted upon seeing Captain Rugley. Then Frances threw a Navajo blanket over it and it looked like a couch or divan. To Silent Sam she said; "I want a four-mule wagon to go to Amarillo for supplies. When can I have it?"
"Of course," said the Boston girl, in a tone quite loud enough for Frances to hear, "those cowmen would back up their employer. They'd say she helped me. But I know whom to thank. You are too modest, Pratt." Pratt was silenced. He saw that it was useless to try to convince Sue that she was wrong. It was plain that the girl from Boston did not wish to feel beholden to Frances Rugley.
It was from the chaplain of the Bylittle Soldiers' Home, of Bylittle, Mississippi. "Captain Daniel Rugley, "Bar-T Ranch, "Texas Panhandle.
The Chinaman assisted the youth to get into the garment, too, for Captain Rugley had already swathed the scratches on Pratt's chest and arm with linen, after treating the wounds with a pungent-smelling but soothing salve. "San Soo, him alle same have dlinner ready sloon," said Ming, sprinkling 'l's' indiscriminately in his information. "Clapen an' Misse Flank wait on pleaza."
"That's what I told Frances I would do." And Captain Rugley suffered no ill effects from the dance, as was shown by his appearance here at the Jackleg schoolhouse to-night, when the canvas curtain slowly rolled up to reveal first the painted curtain behind it, on which was a picture of the meeting of Cortez and the Aztec princes soon after the Conqueror's arrival in Mexico.
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