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Pan lent a hand all around, and took note of the fact that Blinky lingered long around his wagon. Pan peeped over the wagon side. Louise lay on her side with face exposed. It was pale, with eyelids tight. In sleep her features betrayed how life had wronged her. "Reckon you're wise, Blink, to keep your wagon away from the others like this," said Pan.
"Louise, you like me, don't you, as a friend or brother?" he asked gently. "Yes, when I'm sober," she replied wanly. "And you like Blinky, here, don't you like him a lot?" "I did. I couldn't help it, the damn faithful little cowboy," she returned. "But I hate him when he's drunk, and he hates me when I'm drunk." "Blink, go out and fetch back a bottle presently. We'll all get drunk."
At two o'clock in the morning she could stand it no longer and she went over and awakened Blinky Scott, much to that young gentleman's disgust, who couldn't see why any woman need make such a fuss about a kid. He told her laconically that "Chimmie was pinched fur t'rowin' de bones." She heard with a sinking heart and went home to her own room to walk the floor all night and sob.
"But I particularly told Lucy to stay here." "S'pose you did," interposed Blinky. "Thet's nothin'. You don't expect this heah gurl to mind you." "No time for joking, Blink," said Pan curtly. "It just doesn't set right on my chest. I've got to find Lucy pronto. But where to go!" With a single step he reached his stirrup and swung into his saddle.
This was a most satisfactory incident for all concerned, and there were none not keen and excited to see the wild horses, to pick and choose, and begin the day's work. Upon their entrance to the first and smaller corral a string of lean, ragged, wild-eyed mustangs trooped with a clattering roar back into the larger corral. "Wal, boys, the show begins," drawled Blinky. "Mr.
She grew funny, then sentimental, and finally lost herself in that stage of unnatural abandon for which, when sober, she frankly confessed she drank. Pan decided that presently he would wrap a blanket around her, pick her up and pack her out. Blinky would shoot out the lights in the saloon, and the rest would be easy.
"We seen most five thousand hosses, an' I'll be doggoned if I don't believe we'll ketch them all." "You found this side of the valley a regular hole-proof wing for our trap, I'll bet," asserted Pan. "Wal, there's places where hosses could climb out easy, but they won't try it," replied Blinky. "The valley slopes up long an' easy to the wall.
"Well, what then?" queried Pan sharply. "Drive 'em right in heah where Hardman's outfit will be waitin'!" "My God, man," flashed Pan hotly. "Such a thing couldn't happen." "Wal, it just could," drawled Blinky, "an' we couldn't do a damn thing but fight." "Fight?" repeated Pan passionately. The very thought of a contingency such as Blinky had suggested made the hot red blood film his eyes.
He was plumb surprised, an' he said Mac New was plumb flustered. Now what you make of thet?" "By golly, Blink, I don't know. There's no reason why he shouldn't have some money, yet it strikes me queer. How much gold?" "Aw, two or three hundred easy," rejoined Blinky. "It struck me sort of queer, too. I recollected thet he told us he'd only been doin' guard duty at the jail fer a couple of months.
And Blinky, who was a New Yorker clear through with a New Yorker's contempt for anything outside of the city, had promptly replied with a downward spreading of his right hand, "Aw fu'git it!" Jimmy felt a little crest-fallen for a minute, but he lifted himself in his own estimation by threatening to "do" Blinky and the cloud rolled by.
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