"I"m not sure it"s open to entry," he replied, hesitatingly.
"Yes, it is. His time was up a month ago, and he ain"t even fenced it."
"You know he"s quarrelsome," Tucker suggested. "Perhaps it would be better to ask his intentions."
"He ain"t none," Pinkey declared, bluntly. "He only took it up to hold for Canby and he"s never done a lick of work on it."
"Of course it"s right in the middle of Canby"s range," Tucker argued, "and you can scarcely blame him for not wanting it homesteaded. Why don"t you select a place that won"t conflict with his interests?"
"Why should we consider his interests? He don"t think of anybody else"s when he wants anything," Pinkey demanded.
"Your friend bein" a newcomer, I thought he wouldn"t want to locate in the middle of trouble."
"He can take care of himself," Pinkey declared, confidently; though, as they both glanced at Wallie, there seemed nothing in his appearance to justify his friend"s optimism. He looked a lamblike pacifist as he sat fingering his straw hat diffidently.
Tucker brought his feet down with the air of a man who had done his duty and washed his hands of consequences; he prepared to make out the necessary papers. As he handled the doc.u.ments he left fingerprints of such perfection on the borders that they resembled identification marks for cla.s.sification under the Bertillon system, and Wallie was far more interested in watching him than in his intimation that there was trouble in the offing if he made this filing.
He paid his fees and filled out his application, leaving Tucker"s office with a new feeling of importance and responsibility. One hundred and sixty acres was not much of a ranch as ranches go in Wyoming, but it was a beginning.
As soon as they were out of the building, Wallie inquired casually:
"Does Miss Spenceley live in my neighbourhood?"
"Across the mounting!" Which reply conveyed nothing to Wallie. Pinkey added: "I punch cows for their outfit."
"Indeed," politely. Then, curiosity consuming him, he hazarded another question:
"What did she say when she heard I was coming?"
"She laughed to kill herself." Pinkey seldom lied when the truth would answer.
In the meantime, Tucker, in guarded language, was informing Canby of the entry by telephone. From the sounds which came through the receiver he had the impression that the land baron was pulling the telephone out by the roots in his exasperation at the negligence of his hireling whom he had supposed had done sufficient work to hold it.
"I"ll attend to it," he answered.
Tucker thought there was no doubt about that, and he had a worthy feeling of having earned the yearly stipend which he received from Canby for these small services.
"We"d better sift along and git out there," Pinkey advised when they were back at the Prouty House.
"To-day?"
"You bet you! That"s no dream about Boise Bill bein" ugly, and he might try to hold the 160 if he got wind of your filing."
"In that event?"
"In that event," Pinkey mimicked, "he"s more"n likely to run you off, unless you got the sand to fight fer it. That"s what I meant in my telegram."
"Oh," said Wallie, enlightened. ""Sand" and--er--intestines are synonymous terms in your vernacular?"
Pinkey stared at him.
"Say, feller, you"ll have to learn to sling the buckskin before we can understand each other. Anyhow, as I was sayin", you got a good proposition in this 160 if you can hold it."
"If I am within my rights I shall adhere to them at all hazards,"
declared Wallie, firmly. "At first, however, I shall use moral suasion."
"Can"t you say things plainer?" Pinkey demanded, crossly. "Why don"t you talk United States? You sound like a Fifth Reader. If you mean you aim to argue with him, he"ll knock you down with a neck-yoke while you"re gittin" started."
"In that event, if he attempted violence, I should use my pistol--my "gat"--and stop him."
"In that event," Pinkey relished the expression, "in that event I shall carry a shovel along to bury you."
Riding a horse from the livery stable and accompanied by Pinkey driving two pack-horses ahead of him, Wallie left the Prouty House shortly after noon, followed by comments of a jocular nature from the bystanders.
"How far is it?" inquired Wallie, who was riding his English saddle and "posting."
"Twenty for me and forty for you, if you aim to ride that way," said Pinkey. "Why don"t you let out them stirrups and shove your feet in "em?"
Wallie preferred his own style of riding, however, but observed that he hoped never to have another such fall as he had had at The Colonial.
"A feller that"s never been throwed has never rid," said Pinkey, sagely, and added: "You"ll git used to it."
This Wallie considered a very remote possibility, although he did not say so.
Once they left the town they turned toward the mountains and conversation ceased shortly, for not only were they obliged to ride single file through the sagebrush and cacti but the trot of the livery horse soon left Wallie with no breath nor desire to continue it.
The vast tract they were traversing belonged to Canby, so Pinkey informed him, and as mile after mile slipped by he was amazed at the extent of it. Through illegal fencing, leasing, and driving small stockmen from the country by various methods, Canby had obtained control of a range of astonishing circ.u.mference, and Wallie"s homestead was nearly in the middle of it.
Although they had eaten before leaving Prouty, it was not more than two o"clock before Wallie began to wonder what they would have for supper.
They were not making fast time, for his horse stumbled badly and the pack-horses, both old and stiff, travelled slowly, so at three o"clock the elusive mountains seemed as far away as when they had started.
Unable to refrain any longer, Wallie called to ask how much farther.
"Twelve miles, or some such matter." Pinkey added: "I"m so hungry I don"t know where I"m goin" to sleep to-night. That restaurant is reg"lar stummick-robbers."
By four o"clock every muscle in Wallie"s body was aching, but his fatigue was nothing as compared with his hunger. He tried to admire the scenery, to think of his magnificent prospects, of Helene Spenceley, but his thoughts always came back quickly to the subject of food and a wonder as to how soon he could get it.
In his regular, well-fed life he never had imagined, much less known, such a gnawing hunger. His destination represented only something to eat and it seemed to him they never would get there.
"What will we have for supper, Pinkey?" he shouted, finally.
Pinkey replied promptly:
"I was thinkin" we"d have ham and gra-vy and cowpuncher perta-toes; and maybe I"ll build some biscuit, if we kin wait fer "em."
"Let"s not have biscuit--let"s have crackers."
Ham and gravy and cowpuncher potatoes! Wallie rode along with his mouth watering and visualizing the menu until Pinkey came to a halt and said with a dramatic gesture: