Bucky O'Connor

Chapter 11

He traveled at night and in the early morning, to avoid the heat of the midday sun, and it was in the evening of the second and last day that the skirts of happy chance led him to an adventure that was to affect his whole future life. He knew a waterhole on the Del Oro, where cows were wont to frequent even in the summer drought, and toward this he was making in the f.a.g-end of the sultry day. While still some hundred yards distant he observed a spiral of smoke rising from a camp-fire at the spring, and he at once made a more circ.u.mspect approach. For it might be any one of a score of border ruffians who owed him a grudge and would be glad to pay it in the silent desert that tells no tales and betrays no secrets to the inquisitive.

He flung the bridle-rein over his pony"s neck and crept forward on foot, warily and noiselessly. While still some little way from the water-hole he was arrested by a sound that startled him. He could make out a raucous voice in anger and a pianissimo accompaniment of womanish sobs.

"You"re mine to do with as I like. I"m your uncle. I"ve raised you from a kid, and, by the great mogul! you can"t sneak off with the first good-for nothing scoundrel that makes eyes at you. Thought you had slipped away from me, you white-faced, sniveling little idiot, but I"ll show you who is master."

The lash of a whip rose and fell twice on quivering flesh before Bucky leaped into the fireglow and wrested the riding-whip from the hands of the angry man who was plying it.

"Dare to touch a woman, would you?" cried the ranger, swinging the whip vigorously across the broad shoulders of the man. "Take that--and that--and that, you brute!"

But when Bucky had finished with the fellow and flung him a limp, writhing huddle of welts to the ground, three surprises awaited him. The first was that it was not a woman he had rescued at all, but a boy, and, as the flickering firelight played on his face, the ranger came to an unexpected recognition. The slim lad facing him was no other than Frank Hardman, whom he had left a few days before at the Rocking Chair under the care of motherly Mrs. Mackenzie. The young man"s eyes went back with instant suspicion to the fellow he had just punished, and his suspicions were verified when the leaping light revealed the face of the showman Anderson.

Bucky laughed. "I ce"tainly seem to be interfering in your affairs a good deal, Mr. Anderson. You may take my word for it that you was the last person in the world I expected to meet here, unless it might be this boy. I left him safe at a ranch fifty miles from here, and I left you a staid business man of Epitaph. But it seems neither of you stayed hitched. Why for this yearning to travel?"

"He found me where I was staying. I was out riding alone on an errand for Mrs. Mackenzie when he met me and made me go with him. He has arranged to have me meet his wife in Mexico. The show wouldn"t draw well without me. You know I do legerdemain," Frank explained, in his low, sweet voice.

"So you had plans of your own, Mr. Anderson. Now, that was right ambitious of you. But I reckon I"ll have to interfere with them again.

Go through him, kid, and relieve him of any guns he happens to be garnished with. Might as well help yourself to his knives, too. He"s so fond of letting them fly around promiscuous he might hurt himself. Good.

Now we can sit down and have a friendly talk. Where did you say you was intending to spend the next few weeks before I interrupted so unthinking and disarranged your plans? I"m talking to you, Mr. Anderson."

"I was heading for Sonora," the man whined.

What Bucky thought was: "Right strange direction to be taking for Sonora. I"ll bet my pile you were going up into the hills to meet some of Wolf Leroy"s gang. But why you were taking the kid along beats me, unless it was just cussedness." What he said was:

"Oh, you"ll like Epitaph a heap better. I allow you ought to stay at that old town. It"s a real interesting place. Finished in the adobe style and that sort of thing. The jail"s real comfy, too."

"Would you like something to eat, sir?" presently asked Frank timidly.

"Would I? Why, I"m hungry enough to eat a leather mail-sack. Trot on your grub, young man, and watch my smoke."

Bucky did ample justice to the sandwiches and lemonade the lad set in front of him, but he ate with a wary eye on a possible insurrection on the part of his prisoner.

"I"m a new man," he announced briskly, when he had finished. "That veal loaf sandwich went sure to the right spot. If you had been a young lady instead of a boy you couldn"t fix things up more appetizing."

The lad"s face flushed with embarra.s.sment, apparently at the ranger"s compliment, and the latter, noticed how delicate the small face was. It made an instinctive, wistful appeal for protection, and Bucky felt an odd little stirring at his tender Irish heart.

"Might think I was the kid"s father to see what an interest I take in him," the young man told himself reprovingly. "It"s all tommyrot, too.

A boy had ought to have more grit. I expect he needed that licking all right I saved him from."

When Bucky had eaten, the camp things were repacked for travel. Epitaph was only twenty-three miles away, and the ranger preferred to ride in the cool of the night rather than sit up till daybreak with his prisoner. Besides, he could then catch the morning train from that town and save almost a day.

So hour after hour they plodded on, the prisoner in front, O"Connor in the center, and Frank Hardman bringing up the rear. It was an Arizona night of countless stars, with that peculiar soft, velvety atmosphere that belongs to no other land or time. In the distance the jagged, violet line of mountains rose in silhouette against a sky not many shades lighter, while nearer the cool moonlight flooded a land grown magical under its divine touch.

The ranger rode with a limp ease that made for rest, his body shifting now and again in the saddle, so as to change the weight and avoid stiffness.

It must have been well past midnight that he caught the long breath of a sigh behind him. The trail had broadened at that point, for they were now down in the rolling plain, so that two could ride abreast in the road. Bucky fell back and put a sympathetic hand on the shoulder of the boy.

"Plumb f.a.gged out, kid?" he asked.

"I am tired. Is it far?"

"About four miles. Stick it out, and we"ll be there in no time."

"Yes, sir."

"Don"t call me sir. Call me Bucky."

"Yes, sir."

Bucky laughed. "You"re ce"tainly the queerest kid I"ve run up against.

I guess you didn"t scramble up in this rough-and-tumble West like I did.

You"re too soft for this country." He let his firm brown fingers travel over the lad"s curly hair and down the smooth cheek. "There it is again.

Shrinking away as if I was going to hurt you. I"ll bet a biscuit you never licked the stuffing out of another fellow in your life."

"No, sir," murmured the youth, and Bucky almost thought he detected a little, chuckling laugh.

"Well, you ought to be ashamed of it. When come back from old Mexico I"m going to teach you how to put up your dukes. You"re going to ride the range with me, son, and learn to stick to your saddle when the bronc and you disagrees. Oh, I"ll bet all you need is training. I"ll make a man out of you yet," the ranger a.s.sured his charge cheerfully. "Will you?"

came the innocent reply, but Bucky for a moment had the sense of being laughed at.

"Yes, I "will you," sissy," he retorted, without the least exasperation.

"Don"t think you know it all. Right now you"re riding like a wooden man.

You want to take it easy in the saddle. There"s about a dozen different positions you can take to rest yourself." And Bucky put him through a course of sprouts. "Don"t sit there laughing at folks that knows a heap more than you ever will get in your noodle, and perhaps you won"t be so done up at the end of a little jaunt like this," he concluded. And to his conclusion he presently added a postscript: "Why, I know kids your age can ride day and night for a week on the round-up without being all in. How old are you, son?"

"Eighteen."

"That"s a lie," retorted the ranger, with immediate frankness. "You"re not a day over fifteen, I"ll bet."

"I meant to say fifteen," meekly corrected the youth.

"That"s another of them. You meant to say eighteen, but you found I wouldn"t swallow it. Now, Master Frank, you want to learn one thing prompt if you and I are to travel together. I can"t stand a liar. You tell the truth, or I"ll give you the best licking you ever had in your life."

"You"re as bad a bully as he is," the boy burst out, flushing angrily.

"Oh, no, I"m not," came the ranger"s prompt unmoved answer. "But just because you"re such a weak little kid that I could break you in two isn"t any reason why I should put up with any foolishness from you.

I mean to see that you act proper, the way an honest kid ought to do.

Savvy?"

"I"d like to know who made you my master?" demanded the boy hotly.

"You"ve ce"tainly been good and spoiled, but you needn"t ride your high hawss with me. Here"s the long and the short of it. To tell lies ain"t square. If I ask you anything you don"t want to answer tell me to go to h.e.l.l, but don"t lie to me. If you do I"ll punish you the same as if you were my brother, so long as you trail with me. If you don"t like it, cut loose and hit the pike for yourself."

"I"ve a good mind to go."

Bucky waved a hand easily into s.p.a.ce. "That"s all right, too, son.

There"s a heap of directions you can hit from here. Take any one you like. But if I was as beat as you are, I think I"d keep on the Epitaph road." He laughed his warm, friendly laugh, before the geniality of which discord seemed to melt, and again his arm went round the other"s weary shoulders with a caressing gesture that was infinitely protecting.

The boy laughed tremulously. "You"re awfully good to me. I know I"m a cry-baby, sissy boy, but if you"ll be patient with me I"ll try to be gamer."

It certainly was strange the way Bucky"s pulse quickened and his blood tingled when he touched the little fellow and heard that velvet voice"s soft murmur. Yes, it surely was strange, but perhaps the young Irishman"s explanation was not the correct one, after all. The cause he offered to himself for this odd joy and tender excitement was perfectly simple.

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