"Sometimes, but not always. The old man knows that the boys won"t stand for too much of that thing."
"Who is at their ranch besides Mr. Merwell?"
"Oh, the regular hands, that"s all."
"No young folks?"
"No."
"I should think it would be lonely for Link."
"Maybe it is. But that ain"t no reason why he should act so mean," added Sid Todd.
"I should think he"d want to invite some of his friends to visit him."
"Maybe Mr. Merwell don"t want it. He"s putty close, you must remember, and it costs money to entertain."
"Well, I pity Link if he has got to stay there alone."
"He don"t stay all the time. He rides to town, and smokes and gambles, and gets into all sorts of trouble, and then he gets scared to death for fear the old man will find it out," concluded Sid Todd.
They were soon at the station, and there found they would have to wait half an hour for the train to come in. Several cowboys were present and also a gentleman with a white, flowing beard.
"That is Mr. Hooper," said Sid Todd. "He owns a ranch up the river--the Bar X. He"s a fine man." And a few minutes later he introduced Dave to the ranch owner.
"Glad to know you," said Mr. Hooper. "I heard that my friend, Endicott, had a lot of boys and girls at his place. Tell Belle she must bring all of you over to my place some day."
"Thank you, I will," answered Dave.
"We haven"t any boys and girls there, but I reckon we can give you a good time," went on Mr. Hooper.
Among the cowboys at the station, Dave noticed one tall and particularly powerful fellow. His face looked somewhat familiar, and the Crumville youth wondered if he had met the man before.
"That is Hank Snogger, the fellow who left our place to work for Mr.
Merwell," said Sid Todd, in a low voice.
"His face looks familiar to me, but I can"t place him," returned Dave.
"Did he come from the East?"
"I think he did, years ago. Think you know him?"
"It seems to me I"ve met him before--or met somebody that looked like him," answered Dave, slowly. He was trying in vain to place those features.
"Don"t you remember the name?"
"No."
"We ain"t on very good terms any more, otherwise I"d give you a knock-down to him," went on the cowboy.
"I don"t know that I care for an introduction," answered Dave. "He doesn"t look like a person I"d want for a friend--he looks rather dissipated."
"He was a good man when he worked for Mr. Endicott. But he"s not so good since he went over to Merwell."
There the talk about Hank Snogger ended. Once or twice the man looked curiously at Dave.
Each time something in his face struck the youth as decidedly familiar.
Yet, try his best, the boy could not place the fellow.
"It"s no use," he told himself at last. "Perhaps I don"t know him, after all. But I"ve seen a face like that somewhere--I am sure of it."
CHAPTER XV
AMONG THE COWBOYS
"Here she comes!"
It was an enthusiastic cowboy who uttered the words, and by way of emphasis he fired his revolver in the air, as he rode up beside the incoming train. It was the one moment of excitement at the station.
The cars came to a halt, and Sid Todd went forward to give his letters to the railway mail clerk. Dave watched the cars and saw two men and a boy alight. The boy was Link Merwell.
The former bully of Oak Hall looked haggard, as if his dissipation in Chicago and elsewhere had done him much harm. His eyes were heavy as he stood and stared about him. Hank Snogger had gone forward, to care for the mail from the Merwell ranch.
"h.e.l.lo, you here!" cried Link, stepping forward and confronting Dave.
"I am," was the cool answer.
"Got here ahead of me, eh?"
"So it would seem."
"Going to make a spread out here, I suppose," went on Link, with a sneer. "Paint the plains red, and all that."
"I came for a good time, but I don"t intend to paint anything red."
"Bah, I know you, Dave Porter! You want to crow over everybody, no matter where you go. But you"ll find things are different out here from what they were at Oak Hall," added the bully, significantly. "You can"t pull the wool over people"s eyes here like you did there."
"I have no more intention of pulling wool than I have of painting anything red," answered Dave, as calmly as before. He could see that Link was in a bad humor and spoiling for a fight.
"I said I was going to get square with you, and I am," continued the bully, loudly.
"You keep your distance, Link Merwell," answered Dave, and now his tone was sharper. "Don"t forget what I did at Oak Hall. If you want another thrashing like that I can give it to you."
"Get out! Don"t you talk to me!" howled Link. "You attacked me when I was sick!" He spoke in a loud voice, for the benefit of the cowboys and others who were gathering around. The train had started away and was soon out of sight among the hills.