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"'Ess ug'y man," added Jamie unmeaningly. Sunny's hand went up to his face, and he scratched amongst his sparse beard as though to test the accuracy of the accusation. Then he grinned sheepishly. "Guess I'm jest an ugly fairy that wants to be kind to two lonesome kiddies," he beamed. "O oh! You'se a fairy?" said Vada doubtfully.
"Jimmie's always saying he will let me ride Peter," grumbled Sunny Boy, looking very little as he stood by the fence, fumbling with the strap that tied Peter fast. "Pretty soon we'll be going home, Mother says, and I won't ever learn to ride." Sunny's busy, mischievous fingers had untied the strap as he talked, and now Peter could have walked away to the barn and his dinner, had he only known it.
"That wa'an't a ranch neither," contradicted Sandy promptly. "It was jest a barn." "Ark," said Toby. "Wal, ark then," admitted Sandy. He didn't mind Toby's interference. But the discussion was allowed to go no further. Bill's impatience manifested itself promptly. "Say, it don't matter a cuss whether it was an ark or a barn or a ranch. Sunny's yarn goes.
He goes after him to claim his right, as calm an' foolish as a sheep in a butcherin' yard. An' I'd say right here ther' ain't one of us in this store would have had the grit chasin' for his wife wher' Zip's bin chasin' " "Not for a wife, sure," interjected Sandy. Toby smothered a laugh, but became serious under Sunny's contemptuous eye. "That's like you, Sandy," he cried. "It's sure like you.
Whether it was the smacking of his lips as he dwelt on the last word, or whether it was merely the fact that their fright was passing, matters little; anyhow, the cries of the twins died out as suddenly as they began, and their eyes, big and round, gazed wonderingly up at Sunny's unkempt face. "Who's you, ugly man?" asked Vada at last, her brain working more quickly than her brother's.
"Say, Sunny's woke up an' bin thinkin'," he cried. "I allow his brain is shockin' wonderful. Guess he's got sick o' restin' an' reckons he got a notion for makin' a trust lay-out." "The Zip Trust," added Sandy, with a laugh, in which Toby joined heartily. "Yes. He guesses Zip needs lookin' after," declared the remittance man in the midst of his mirth, glancing round for appreciation of the joke.
But Jamie was silently staring up at the man's distorted features. He didn't understand. Wild Bill recovered from his coughing, suddenly bestirred himself. "Guess we'd best git goin', Sunny," he said quietly. "Zip'll likely need to fix things up some. Y'see, Zip," he went on, turning to the father, "Sunny's done his best to kep things goin' right.
"I'll take my share in it," he cried, "an' it'll need to be a big share to satisfy me," he added, with such evident sincerity and fiery determination that his companions stared at him in wonder. "Guess Sunny's had his rest broke," observed Toby, with a grin. "I have that sure. An' an' it makes me mad to git busy," the loafer declared. "Have you seen that pore feller with his face all mussed? Gee!
Sunny's outburst of feeling had struck home, and each man stood staring thoughtfully at the mental picture he had conjured for them. Each admitted to himself in his own way the pity the other's words had stirred, but none of them had anything to add at the moment. Sunny glanced from one to the other. His look was half questioning and wholly angry.
Now, I seen enough of him an' others," with a swift, withering glance in Sunny's direction, "to know he's right up again a proposition that ain't no one man affair. Combination is the only bluff to fix them kids of his right. We've most of us got ideas, but like as not they ain't all we guess 'em to be. In some cases ther' ain't a doubt of it.
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