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"What's the matter with the general?" inquired a soldier, pointing with his thumb in the direction of his sorrowing chief. "I'm afeard as how that little niece of his'n, as you've seed him a-danderin' many a time in Halifax, was visitin' folks here. If so be what I've hearn be true, them yellin' butchers has done for her, sure pop.
As nearly as Bud, Nort and Dick could tell from their vantage point, eight or ten Mexicans, Greasers or other undesirable characters, had swept down from the north on Old Billee, Snake and Yellin' Kid as the latter were hazing the cattle along to the trail which led to the distant railroad station. Naturally the cowboys of Happy Valley had turned on their attackers and the fight resulted.
"And when some of the boys come back on the job here, and we get our allotment of cattle so things settle down to normal, I'm going back to the ranch and have a talk with dad." "'Twouldn't be a bad idea," agreed Yellin' Kid. "But where's that mouth organ you said you found?" "A stethoscope," laughed Bud. "Here it is," and he exhibited the medical instrument. "Hum!" mused the cowboy.
You see, as soon as the money was up and the horses started, every Indian would be watchin' the race and yellin' at the nags, then, in the confusion, our boys was to grab the whole pot, Indian's money and ours too, and we'd make our get away across the river back into Texas.
That night, while we were eatin' our supper, a party of horsemen came gallopin' an' yellin' down the bank of the river, an', ridin' up to the door of the cabin, dismounted, an', leavin' their horses to take care of themselves, came in without ceremony. We knowed very well who they were.
But three times it fell, and each time the yellin' wuz such that it skairt the author of "Peaceful Repose," and me, almost to death. The machine wuz in plain sight of the house, and every time we see the horse's head come a mountin' up on top of the machine, we expected that over it would go.
"'My Gawd! he screeches; 'th' bunk's exploded an' I'm bleedin' ter death; an' he starts yellin' like a catamount, runnin' up an' down th' gangway, an' tramplin' upon th' four shriekin', cursin', prayin' sailors who'd been attacked fust.
"Hey? . . . Oh, I was just thinkin' how you mended up that Rogers young one's duds when he fell out of our Bartlett pear tree. He was the raggedest mess ever I come acrost when I picked him up. Yellin' like a wild thing he was, and his clothes half tore off." "No wonder he yelled.
I c'd n't say a livin' word, I c'd n't make a livin' move; I c'd only stand 'n' shake 'n' listen, 'n' him keepin' on yellin' 'n' poundin' like mad. "'Susan Clegg, he screamed, 'Susan Clegg, 'n' he kep' poundin' harder 'n' harder 'n' gettin' redder 'n' redder every minute, 'Susan Clegg, I'm glad you've come; I've wanted you to come; I've wanted you to come f'r a long time.
Oi know it's speak to yez Oi ought, but wid de room yellin' like that it's divilish tryin' to do the right thing quick, barrin' it's not hittin' some one's head, which always comes natural." "Well," said Peter, "of course I'm very much pleased to have been chosen, but I wish it could have been done with less hard feeling." "Hard feelin, is it?" "Yes."
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