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As the men hurried out into the other streets the same unpleasant sight met their eyes. Every available window bore a Sparling bill; every wall obtainable had a Sparling banner tacked to it. One could not look in any direction without his gaze resting on a Sparling advertisement. Bob Tripp was mad all through. He had been outwitted. In his anger he started for Car Three.
"Connect me with the Bagley ranch," Judith directed the Rocky Mountain operator. "That's right, isn't it, Doc?" "Yes," answered Tripp. "That's the nearest case of cholera." "Hello," said Judith when the connection had been established. "Mr. Bagley? This is Judith Sanford, Blue Lake ranch. I've got a case of hog-cholera here, too. I want some information." She asked her questions, got her answers.
The man himself did not have ten dollars in the world; the attorney taking his case was a high-priced lawyer. Obviously, to Judith Sanford at least, Bayne Trevors was standing back of every play his hirelings made. Doc Tripp had the hog-cholera in hand.
We were generous and free Aye, a social lot were we, But they took to priests instead of us, and trouble started then!" "Peace, Maharajah sahib! Out of anger came no wise counsel yet!" Tom Tripp had done exactly what Yasmini ordered him.
Tripp, and your mind to the business, and consider yourself engaged," with which satisfactory remark the little man vanished like a ghost. "Lucy, did you hear that impertinent 'my dear'?" asked Christie, whose sense of propriety had received its first shock. "Lord, child, all managers do it.
"This puttin' asunder business is all right, but there's always two sides to everything. I see this Thomas critter when he fust come, and he didn't look like no saint then nor smell like one, neither, unless 'twas a specimen pickled in alcohol." Here was irreverence almost atheistic. Keturah's face showed her shocked disapproval. Matilda Tripp voiced the general sentiment. "Humph!" she sniffed.
He already had done a heavy day's work and he was genuinely hungry. "Guess they don't feed you very well with your outfit," smiled Tripp. "Contract hotels, you know," laughed Phil. "I do not get a chance at a meal like this every day." "Do the way I do." "How is that?" "Feed at the good places and charge it up in your expense account." "Oh, I couldn't do that. It would not be right."
An express train came thundering in, and before Bob Tripp knew what was in the wind it had coupled on to Car Three. A few moments later Phil Forrest and his crew were bowling away for the next stand. His rivals would not be able to get another train out until very late that night. Late in the afternoon Bob Tripp's country crew returned, tired, disgusted and glum.
I asked him if he would play euchre to pass the time, and he said he would. We then sat down and began a game for the drinks. Once in a while the old fellow would say something about poker hands, so I finally ran him up the old chestnut of four queens and an ace, giving Tripp four kings, and taking nothing myself. I came the old spit racket, and exposed my hand.
"If Tom Tripp was with me, I might work him into the business," said Ebenezer, thoughtfully, "but he's bound out to a farmer." An inspiration came to Herbert. He knew that his mother would be glad to earn something, and there was little else to do in Wayneboro. "I think," he said, "you might make an arrangement with my mother, to make up and sort the mail, for a time, at least."
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