"Who tol" you about the Temples?" came the quick counter-question.
"n.o.body. I stayed at their place last night."
Royce grunted.
"Didn"t take you all year to find her, did it?" he offered bluntly.
"Who?" asked Packard in futile innocence.
"Terry Temple. The finest girl this side the pearly gates an" the pretties". What kind of a man have you growned to be with the women, Steve?"
"No ladies" man, if that"s what"s worrying you, old pardner. I don"t know a dozen girls in the world. I just asked to know about these people because they"re right next-door to us and because they"re newcomers since my time."
Again Royce grunted, choosing his own explanation of Packard"s interest. But, answering the question put to him, he replied briefly:
"That little Terry-girl can have anything I got; her mother was some cla.s.s, too, they tell me. I dope it up she just died of shame when she come to know what sort she"d picked for a runnin" mate. An" as for him, he"s a twisty-minded jelly-fish. He"s absolutely no good. An", if I ain"t mistaken some considerable, you"ll come to know him real well before long. Watch him, Steve."
"Well," said Packard as Royce broke off, sensing that this was not all to be said of Temple; "let"s have it. What else about him?"
But Royce shook his head slowly, while his big, thick fingers filled his pipe.
"We ain"t got all night to jus" squat here an" gossip about our neighbors," he said presently. "There"s other things to be said before things can be done. First rattle, an" to get goin", I"m much obliged for that little bluff you threw Blenham"s way about me being your foreman. What you need an" what you got to have is a man with both eyes wide open. Oh, I know, Steve," as Packard started to speak.
"You"d offer me the job if both my legs an" arms was gone, too. But it don"t go."
"I"m going to need a man right away," argued Steve. "I"ll have to do a lot of running around, I suppose, looking up the law, arranging for belated payments, and so forth. I don"t want to leave the ranch without a head. You know the men, you know the outfit."
But Royce, though his lips twitched, was firm.
"I don"t know the men any too well either," he said. "They"re all your grandfather"s hirin". But they"re all live an" they all know the game.
I won"t swear as to how far you can trust any one of "em; but you"ll have to find that out for yourself as we go on."
"Name one of them for me," was Packard"s quiet way of accepting his old foreman"s ultimatum. "I"ll put him on at least temporarily."
"There"s Yellow Barbee," suggested Royce. "Somethin" of a kid, maybe kind of wild an" harum-scarum, maybe not worth much. But he ain"t a Blenham man an" he did me a good turn."
Already Packard was on his feet, going to the door.
"Barbee!" he shouted. "Oh, Barbee!"
The bunk-house door opened, emitting its stream of light.
"Call me?" came Barbee"s cool young voice, impudent now as always.
"Yes, come here a minute, will you?"
Barbee came, his wide hat far back upon his tight little curls, his swagger p.r.o.nounced, his sweet blue eyes shining softly--his lips battered and bruised and already swelling.
"Come in and shut the door," said Packard.
Barbee entered and stepped across the room to lounge with his elbow on the chimney-piece, looking curiously from Packard to Royce.
"I"m here to run this outfit myself, Barbee," Packard told him while returning the youth"s regard steadily. "But I need a foreman to keep things going when I"m obliged to be away. I gave the job to Royce. He won"t have it. He suggests you."
Barbee opened his eyes a trifle wider. Also the quick flush running up into his brown cheeks made him look more boyish than ever, giving him almost a cherubic air. But for all that he managed to appear tolerably unmoved, quite as though this were not the first time he had been offered such a position.
"How much is in it?" was what Barbee said, with vast indifference.
Steve hesitated. Then he frowned. And finally he laughed.
"You"ve got me there," he admitted frankly. "All the money I"ve got in the world to-night is right here." He spilled the contents of his pocket upon a table. "There"s about seventy-five bucks. Unless I can turn a trick somewhere before pay-day all you boys will have to take your pro rata out of that."
Bill Royce shifted nervously in his chair, opened his mouth, then closed it wordlessly. Barbee shrugged elaborately.
"I"ll take a chance," he said. "It would be worth it if I lost; jus"
to put one across on Blenham."
"All right," and still Packard eyed young Barbee keenly, wondering just how much ability lay hidden under that somewhat unsatisfactory exterior. "You can go back to the boys now and tell them that you"re boss when I"m not on hand. Before they go to work in the morning you show up here again and we"ll talk a lot of things over."
Barbee ducked his head in token of acquiescence and perhaps to hide the glitter in his eyes, and walked on his heels to the door. Packard"s voice arrested him there.
"Just one thing, Barbee: I don"t want any trouble started. Not with Blenham or with any of old man Packard"s men. I know how you feel, but if you work for me you"ll have to let me be the one who starts things.
Understand?"
The new foreman paused irresolutely. Then, without turning so that Packard might see his face, and with no spoken reply, he ducked his head again and went out, slamming the door after him.
"I ain"t sure he"s the right man for the job, Steve," began Royce a trifle anxiously. "An" I ain"t sure whether he"s square or crooked.
But I don"t know the rest of the men any better an"----"
"I"ll watch him, Bill. And, as I"ve said already, I"m here to do most of the foreman act myself. We"ll give Barbee his chance."
He came back to the table from whose top there winked up at him the few gold and silver coins which spelled his working capital, and stood looking at them quizzically.
"I got a yarn to spin, Stevie," came thoughtfully from Royce with a great puff of smoke. "You better listen in on it now--while we"re alone."
Packard returned to his chair, made his own smoke, and said quietly:
"Go to it, Bill. I"m listening."
"Barbee"s gone, ain"t he? An" the door shut?"
"Yes."
"Then pull up close so"s I won"t have to talk loud an" I"ll get it out of my system: Before your father died he wasn"t makin" much money, not as much as he was spendin". He"d tied into some minin"-stock game that he didn"t savvy any too well, an" for a long time all I"d been clearin"
here he"d been droppin" outside.
"An" the deeper he got in the hole the wilder he played the game: there was times when I didn"t believe he cared a tinker"s d.a.m.n what happened.
Whenever he needed any cash all he had to do was soak another plaster on the ranch, borrow again from his father. An" ol" Number Ten is plastered thick now, Steve; right square up to the hilt.
"Well, when Phil Packard died he did it like he"d done everything else, like he had lived, makin" a man think he was in a hurry to get a job over an" done with. Ridin" horseback one week an" the nex" week sendin" for me in there." He jerked his head toward a remote room of the big house. "An" he talked to me then about you."