"How deep was that pool?" spoke up Bar Seven, the stray man. "Ten foot?
Huh! Say, boys, this reminds me of that divin" story of Brig"s!"
"Well, what"s the matter with that divin" story of mine?" demanded Brigham orgulously. "You"re behind the times, Bar Seven. While you was on yore way this gentleman come into camp, and he"s seen that done himself. What do you know about it, anyhow--spent all yore life punchin"
cows and eatin" sand--what do you know about divin", anyhow?"
"Well, they"s one thing I do know," retorted Bar Seven, "and that"s hawses. I been with hawses all my life, and you cain"t tell me about no hawse divin"--stands to reason he"d hit the bottom and break his neck, anyway!"
"Perhaps I would better explain," broke in Bowles politely. "When the horse leaves the platform he slides down an inclined chute, below which is hung a heavily padded board. As the horse slips off he naturally kicks and struggles, and his feet, flying out behind, strike the padded board so that, while he leaps off headforemost, he rights himself in the air and falls into the pool feet first. Of course, forty-five feet is quite a distance, but he probably never goes to the bottom at all."
"Well, that"s all right," admitted Bar Seven. "I don"t know about that--but tell me this, stranger: How does the man git that hawse to climb up there and take the jump? Tell me that, and I"ll believe anything!"
"Why, certainly," said Bowles. "At the time of which I speak, a young girl rode on his back when he made the plunge--just to make it more exciting, you know--but I watched the man quite closely, and really it was very interesting. First the girl went up the long incline, which had a railing and was provided with cleats, of course. Then the trainer brought Selim out and gave him a handful of sugar from his pocket, rubbing his head and talking to him while he was begging for more, until he had him up to the chute. There he stripped the halter off and spoke to him, and the horse started up by himself, he was so eager for the reward. At the top the girl mounted him and turned him down the diving-chute; and, don"t you know, the first thing he did when he got to land was to trot back and get his sugar!"
"Oh, sugar!" cried Bar Seven, in disgust; but somehow the circ.u.mstantiality of the narrative seemed to carry conviction with the others, and he found himself alone.
"What breed of hawse was that?" inquired Uncle Joe, after a pause.
"A pure-blooded Arabian," answered Bowles; "supposed to be the most intelligent horses in the world. The Arabians, you know, keep their horses about their tents and raise them as if they were children, teaching them to understand the human voice and to answer like a dog."
"W"y, sure!" broke in Brigham, artfully taking the lead again. "Don"t you fellers remember that story in the school book about Ali Ben Ha.s.san, or whatever his name was, that was wounded in a battle and his hawse picked him up by his belt and packed him back to his tent? I tell you, them A-rabs are a pretty smooth bunch of _hombres_. They not only savvy hawses from the ground up but they"re the finest jugglers and strong-armed men that the world has ever seen. I remember back at Coney they was three brothers that did sech tricks you couldn"t hardly believe it.
"They was called the Ha.s.san brothers--all A-rabs is either named Ha.s.san or A-li--and the oldest one was a balancer. That feller could balance a peac.o.c.k feather on his nose--throw a flip-flap clean over it, and come up with it still on his nose--but that was jest fer a starter. His big stunt was balancin" clay pipes. He"d take a hundred and forty-four long-handled pipes, balance "em one on top of the other, and then skip up to the top and set there while he took a smoke."
"What! One on top of the other?" demanded Bar Seven incredulously.
"Aw, no, you bone head!" replied Brigham impatiently. "What d"ye think--would he pile "em up a hundred foot high? He made "em into a kind of pyramid-like--but he was nothin" to his younger brother. That feller was a rope-sharp. You punchers think you can twirl the rope some, but you"re back in the calf corral alongside of him. He could throw a loop out on the floor, and send it quilin" around like a snake, hoppin" over chairs and tables like a trained dog, and then have it come back and hog-tie "im at one lick, so that an expert couldn"t unfasten the knots in half an hour. But that was jest good rope work with him; his big play come at the end when he tied a twenty-pound weight at the end of it and began to swing it round. By Joe, that was great! And then, right at the end, when he pulled his big stuff, he heaved that weight forty foot into the air, clum up the rope and set down on top of it smokin" his cigar!
Now, by grab, can you beat that?"
"Kin we beat it?" echoed Bar Seven and the bunch. "Kin we believe it--that"s the point!"
"Well, what"s the matter with it?" demanded Brigham irritably. "Seems like every time I tell you cotton-pickers anythin" you up an" call me a liar. What"s the matter, anyway?"
"What"s the matter?" yelled Bar Seven, raising his voice above the rest.
"W"y, you ignorant devil, how could the feller set on the weight when it was only throwed up in the air?"
A chorus of other demands followed, but Brigham only sat on his box, smiling easily.
"Say, what do you take me for?" he inquired, gazing about him pityingly.
"If I knowed how that A-rab did that rope-work, d"ye think I"d be punchin" cows? Not fer me--I"d be drawin" a thousand dollars a week back at Coney. Of co"se I can"t say how it was done--no more than you can--but that"s what makes the show! If the people knowed, they wouldn"t come no more! Ain"t that so, pardner?"
"Yes, indeed!" responded Bowles.
"W"y sure!" went on Brigham. "Anybody that knows anythin" about the show business knows that. No matter how good a stunt is, it"s got to be mysterious or the people won"t pay to see it. Either that, or it"s got to be feats of strength and darin". Now this youngest Ha.s.san brother was a strong-armed man. He"d wrap a piece of chain around his arm, tighten up his muscle and _pop!_ it"d break right square in two. Same thing with his chest--he"d wrap a loggin" chain around his breast, suck in his breast, and snap it like a thread. You"ve seen fellers like that, haven"t you?"
"Sure!" said Bowles.
"Yes--all right!" continued Brigham apologetically. "Seems like the simplest thing I tell these fellers some rabbit-twister from Texas up and contradicts me. Well, this youngest brother had a pretty good stunt to end up with--nothin" flashy, of co"se, but pretty good fer a kid. He was powerful strong in the right arm and he"d hold it out like this"--Brigham held out his brawny arm--"and then he"d muscle up, real slow-like, and then, by grab, he"d raise himself right up, and come down over, and set right down on that thumb!"
He elevated his thumb as he spoke, and the cowboys gazed at it as if hypnotized. Then Bar Seven rose up slowly and, walking over to the defenseless Brigham, mashed his hat down over his eyes at a single blow.
"Brig," he said, his voice trembling with conviction, "you"re a dad-burned liar!"
CHAPTER XII
PROMOTED
There was quite a little excitement in the bunk-house that night, and when it was at its height Brigham Clark came tottering out with his bed.
"Say, where"s that friend of mine--that Coney Island feller?" he inquired, addressing the rec.u.mbent forms of men as he scouted along the wagon-shed. "I"m skeered to sleep in the same house with them cotton-pickers and old Bar Seven--they might rise up in the night and throw me into the hawse-trough. Huh? Oh, that"s him over there, hey?
Well, so long, fellers--kinder cold out hyer, ain"t it? But I cain"t sleep in that bunk-house no more--them fellers, they doubt my veracity!"
He was still chuckling with subdued laughter as he dropped his bed down in a far corner beside Bowles; but nothing was said until he had spread his "tarp" and blankets and crept in out of the cold. Then he laughed again, quivering until the earth seemed to shake with his contagious merriment.
"Say, pardner," he said, "you"re all right. We capped "em in on that proper, and no mistake. Did you see old Bar Seven"s jaw drop when he saw how he was bit? I"ll have that on him for many a long day now, and it"ll sh.o.r.e cost him the drinks when we git to town next month. Gittin" too lively for me over in the bunk-house, so I thought I"d come out here with you."
"Sure!" responded Bowles, who had secretly been lonely for company.
"It"s rather cold out here, but the air is better."
"Yes--and the company," added Brigham meaningly. "Ain"t these Texicans the ignorantest bunch? W"y, them fellers don"t know _nothin"_ till they see you laugh! I could"ve got away with that strong-arm business if I could"ve kept my face straight, but old Bar Seven was too many fer me--I jest had to snicker or I"d bust! Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh!"
"There was one thing which kind of puzzled me, though," observed Bowles.
"Would you mind telling me where you got that absurd idea of the three Ha.s.san brothers?"
"W"y, sure not," giggled Brigham, creeping closer and lowering his voice. "Don"t tell anybody, but I got it off a drummer in the smokin"-car when I was comin" back from the Fair in Phoenix. The way he told it, there was an Englishman and a Frenchman and an Irishman talkin" together, each one braggin" about his own country; and the Englishman began it by tellin" about his younger brother, who wasn"t nothin" hardly in England but could do that first stunt with the clay pipes. Then the Frenchman told about his brother, who wasn"t nothin" for a balancer but was pretty good at rope-work; and the Irishman, in order to trump "em right, he tells about his youngest brother that was strong in the arms. Say, that sh.o.r.e knocked the persimmon, didn"t it? Them fellers was like the man that come out of Loony Park--they didn"t know straight-up! Their eyes was stickin" out so you could rope "em with a grape-vine, but they didn"t dare to peep. Been called down too often.
But say, pardner, on the dead, how about that divin" hawse?"
"Why--er--what do you mean?" asked Bowles.
"Well, did he sh.o.r.e enough do that, or was you jest stringin" "em?"
"Why, yes, certainly he did! Haven"t you ever heard about Selim, the diving horse? How long ago was it that you were at Coney Island?"
"Who--me?" inquired Brigham. "Never was there," he replied with engaging frankness; "never been outside the Territory. Say, you didn"t think I"d sh.o.r.e been there, did ye?" he questioned eagerly.
"I certainly did," replied Bowles. "Of course, I knew that you were drawing the long bow this evening--but how did you get all this information if you"ve never been there?"
"Heh, heh, heh!" chuckled Brigham, rolling over on his bed. "Say, this is pretty good, by grab! Feller comes clear out hyer from New York, and I take him in, too! W"y, pardner, I was with a carnival company down at the Territorial Fair last fall, and that was the nearest I ever got to Coney; but they was a feller there--the ballyhoo man for Go-Go, the wild boy--and he was always tellin" me about Coney, until I knowed it like a book. Yes, sir, I jest camped right down and listened to that spieler; and he was sh.o.r.e glad to talk. Talkin" was his business, and he"d been at it so long he"d got the habit--couldn"t help it--all he needed was some feller to listen to "im. But all he"d talk about was Coney Island.
Been there for years and didn"t know nothin" else--and he sh.o.r.e filled me up right. Learned me all his spiels and everythin", and when I come back from winterin" in that Phoenix country I tole "em I was back from New York. New York and the Great White Way--and Coney.
"But you sh.o.r.e strengthened my hand immensely, pardner, the way you he"ped out to-night. Now, we want to stand pat on this--don"t tip me off to "em--and pretty soon I"ll have "em all spraddled out ag"in. Hardy Atkins and that bunch, they make too much noise--they won"t let me talk at all--but you watch me go after Bar Seven and these stray men. I"ll tell ye--you put me wise to a whole lot more stuff, and I"ll frame up another come-on. How"s that now?"
"All right," agreed Bowles, yawning sleepily. "Good-night!"
He dropped back into his blankets and covered up his head; but Brigham failed to take the hint.