"Dem sheeps, dey coom by der leetle pasture," he lamented while he poured coffee muddy from long boiling. "Looks like dey know so soon you ride away, und dey cooms cheeky as you pleece, und eats der gra.s.s und crawls under der fence and leafs der vool sthicking by der vires. I goes out mit a club, py cosh, und der sheeps chust looks und valks by some better place alreatty, und I throw rocks and yells till mine neck iss sore.
"Und" dose herders, dey sets dem by der rock and laugh till I felt like I could kill der whole punch, by cosh! Und von yells, "Hey, dutchy, pring me some pie, alreatty!" Und he laughs some more pecause der sheeps dey don"t go avay; dey chust run around und eat more gra.s.s and baa-aa!"
He turned and went heavily back to the greasy range with the depleted coffee pot, lifted the lid of a kettle and looked in upon the contents with a purely mechanical glance; gave a perfunctory prod or two with a long-handled fork, and came back to stand uneasily behind Weary.
"If you poys are goin" to shtand fer dot," he began querulously, "Py cosh I von"t! Py myself I vill go and tell dot Dunk W"ittaker vot lowdown skunk I t"ink he iss. Sheep"s vool shtickin" by der fences efferwhere on der ranch, py cosh! Dot vould sure kill der Old Man quick if he see it. Shtinkin" off sheeps py our noses all der time, till I can"t eat no more mit der shmell of dem. Neffer pefore did I see vool on der Flying U fences, py cosh, und sheeps baa-aain" in der coulee!"
Never had they seen Patsy take so to heart a matter of mere business importance. They did not say much to him; there was not much that they could say. They ate their fill and went out disconsolately to discuss the thing among themselves, away from Patsy"s throaty complainings. They hated it as badly as did he; with Weary"s urgent plea for no violence holding them in leash, they hated it more, if that were possible.
The Native Son tilted his head un.o.btrusively stableward when he caught Andy"s eye, and as un.o.btrusively wandered away from the group. Andy stopped long enough to roll and light a cigarette and then strolled after him with apparent aimlessness, secretly curious over the summons.
He found Miguel in the stable waiting for him, and Miguel led the way, rope in hand across the corral and into the little pasture where fed a horse he meant to ride. He did not say anything until he had turned to close the gate, and to make sure that they were alone and that their departure had not carried to the Happy Family any betraying air of significance.
"You remember when you blew in here, a few weeks or so ago?" the Native Son asked abruptly, a twinkle in his fathomless eyes. "You put up a good one on the boys, that time, you remember. Bluffed them into thinking I was a hero in disguise, and that you"d seen me pull off a big stunt of bull-fighting and bull-d.o.g.g.i.ng down in Mexico. It was a fine josh. They believe it yet."
Andy glanced at him perplexedly. "Yes--but when it turned out to be true," he amended, "the josh was on me, I guess; I thought I was just lying, when I wasn"t. I"ve wondered a good deal about that. By gracious, it makes a man feel funny to frame up a yarn out of his own think-machine, and then find out he"s been telling the truth all the while. It"s like a fellow handing out a twenty-four karat gold bar to a rube by mistake, under the impression it only looks like one. Of course they believe it! Only they don"t know I just merely hit the truth by accident."
The Native Son smiled his slow, amused smile, that somehow never failed to be impressive. "That"s the funny part of it," he drawled. "You didn"t. I just piled another little josh on top of yours, that"s all. I never throwed a bull in my life, except with my lariat. I"d heard a good deal about you, and--well, I thought I"d see if I could go you one better. And you put that Mexico yarn across so smooth and easy, I just simply couldn"t resist the temptation to make you think it was all straight goods. Sabe?"
Andy Green did not say a word, but he looked exceedingly foolish.
"So I think we can both safely consider ourselves top-hands when it comes to lying," the Native Son went on shamelessly. "And if you"re willing to go in with me on it and help put Dunk on the run--" He glanced over his shoulder, saw that Happy Jack, on horseback, was coming out to haze in the saddle bunch, and turned to stroll back as lazily as he had come. He continued to speak smoothly and swiftly, in a voice that would not carry ten paces. While Andy Green, with brown head bent attentively, listened eagerly and added a sentence or two on his own account now and then, and smiled--which he had not been in the habit of doing lately.
"Say, you fellers are gittin" awful energetic, ain"t yuh?--wranglin"
horses afoot!" Happy Jack bantered at the top of his voice when he pa.s.sed them by. "Better save up your strength while you kin. Weary"s goin" to set us herdin" sheep agin--and I betche there"s goin" to be something more"n herdin" on our hands before we git through."
"I wouldn"t be a bit surprised if there was," sang out Andy, as cheerfully as if he had been invited to dance "Ladies" choice" with the prettiest girl in the crowd. "Wonder what hole he"s going to dump this bunch into," he added to the Native Son. "By gracious, he ought to send "em just as far north as he can drive "em without paying duty! I"d sure take "em over into Canada, if it was me running the show."
"It was a mistake," the Native Son volunteered, "for the whole bunch to go off like we did to-day. They had those sheep up here on the hill just for a bait. They knew we"d go straight up in the air and come down on those two freaks herding "em, and that gave them the chance to cross the other bunch. I thought so all along, but I didn"t like to b.u.t.t in."
"Well Weary"s mad enough now to do things that will leave a dent, anyway," Andy commented under his breath when, from the corral gate, he got a good look at Weary"s profile, which showed the set of his mouth and chin. "See that mouth? It"s hunt the top rail, and do it quick, when old Weary straightens out his lips like that."
Behind them, Happy Jack bellowed for an open gate and no obstructions, and they drew hastily to one side to let the saddle horses gallop past with a great upflinging of dust. Pink, with a quite obtrusive facetiousness, began l.u.s.tily chanting that it looked to him like a big night to-night--with occasional, furtive glances at Weary"s face; for he, also, had been quick to read those close-pressed lips, which did not soften in response to the ditty. Usually he laughed at Pink"s drollery.
They rode rather quietly upon the hill again, to where fed the sheep.
During the hour or so that they had been absent the sheep had not moved appreciably; they still grazed close enough to the boundary to make their position seem a direct insult to the Flying U, a virtual slap in the face. And these young men who worked for the Flying U, and who made its interests right loyally their own, were growing very, very tired of turning the other cheek. With them, the time for profanity and for horseplay bluffing and judicious temporizing was past. There were other lips besides Weary"s that were drawn tight and thin when they approached that particular band of sheep. More than one pair of eyes turned inquiringly toward him and away again when they met no answering look.
They topped a rise of ground, and in the shallow wrinkle which had hidden him until now they came full upon Dunk Whittaker, riding a chunky black which stepped restlessly about while he conferred in low tones with a couple of the herders. The Happy Family recognized them as two of the fellows in whose safe keeping they had left their ropes the night before. Dunk looked around quickly when the group appeared over the little ridge, scowled, hesitated and then came straight up to them.
"I want you rowdies to bring back those sheep you took the trouble to drive off this morning," he began, with the even, grating voice and the sneering lift of lip under his little, black mustache which the older members of the Happy Family remembered--and hated--so vividly.
"I"ve stood just all I"m going to stand, of these typically Flying U performances you"ve been indulging in so freely during the past week.
It"s all very well to terrorize a neighborhood of long-haired rubes who don"t know enough to teach you your places; but interfering with another man"s property is--"
"Interfering with another--what?" Big Medicine, his pale blue eyes standing out more like a frog"s than ever upon his face, gave his horse a kick and lunged close that he might lean and thrust his red face near to Dunk"s. "Another what? I don"t see nothin" in your saddle that looks t"me like a man, by cripes! All I can see is a smooth-skinned, slippery vermin I"d hate to name a snake after, that crawls around in the dark and lets cheap rough-necks do all his dirty work. I"ve saw dogs sneak up and grab a man behind, but most always they let out a growl or two first. And even a rattler is square enough to buzz at yuh and give yuh a chanc"t to side-step him. Honest to grandma, I don"t hardly know what kinda reptyle y"are. I hate to insult any of "em, by cripes, by namin"
yuh after "em. But don"t, for Lordy"s sake, ever call yourself a man agin!"
Big Medicine turned his head and spat disgustedly into the gra.s.s and looked back slightingly with other annihilating remarks close behind his wide-apart teeth, but instead of speaking he made an unbelievably quick motion with his hand. The blow smacked loudly upon Dunk"s cheek, and so nearly sent him out of the saddle that he grabbed for the horn to save himself.
"Oh, I seert yuh keepin" yer hand next yer six-gun all the while," Big Medicine bawled. "That"s one reason I say yuh ain"t no man! Yuh wouldn"t dast talk up to a prairie dog if yuh wasn"t all set to make a quick draw. Yuh got your face slapped oncet before by a Flyin" U man, and yuh had it comm". Now you"re--gittin"--it--done--right!"
If you have ever seen an irate, proletarian mother cuffing her offspring over an empty wood-box, you may picture perhaps the present proceeding of Big Medicine. To many a man the thing would have been unfeasible, after the first blow, because of the horses. But Big Medicine was very nearly all that he claimed to be; and one of his pet vanities was his horsemanship; he managed to keep within a fine slapping distance of Dunk. He stopped when his hand began to sting through his glove.
"Now you keep your hand away from that gun--that you ain"t honest enough to carry where folks can see it, but "ye got it cached in your pocket!"
he thundered. "And go on with what you was goin" t"say. Only don"t get swell-headed enough to think you"re a man, agin. You ain"t."
"I"ve got this to say!" Mere type cannot reproduce the malevolence of Dunk"s spluttering speech. "I"ve sent for the county sheriff and a dozen deputies to arrest you, and you, and you, d.a.m.n you!" He was pointing a shaking finger at the older members of the Happy Family, whom he recognized not gladly, but too well. "I"ll have you all in Deer Lodge before that lying, thieving, cattle-stealing Old Man of yours can lift a finger. I"ll sheep Flying U coulee to the very doors of the white house.
I"ll skin the range between here and the river--and I"ll have every one of you hounds put where the dogs won"t bite you!" He drew a hand across his mouth and smiled as they say Satan himself can smile upon occasion.
"You"ve done enough to send you all over the road; destroying property and a.s.saulting harmless men--you wait! There are other and better ways to fight than with the fists, and I haven"t forgotten any of you fellows--there are a few more rounders among you--"
"Hey! You apologize fer that, by cripes, er I"ll kill yuh the longest way I know. And that--" Big Medicine again laid violent hands upon Dunk, "and that way won"t feel good, now I"m tellin" yuh. Apologize, er--"
"Say, all this don"t do any good, Bud," Weary expostulated. "Let Dunk froth at the mouth if he wants to; what we want is to get these sheep off the range. And," he added recklessly, "so long as the sheriff is headed for us anyway, we may as well get busy and make it worth his while. So--" He stopped, silenced by a most amazing interruption.
On the brow of the hill, when first they had sighted Dunk in the hollow, something had gone wrong with Miguel"s saddle so that he had stopped behind; and, to keep him company, Andy had stopped also and waited for him. Later, when Dunk was spluttering threats, they had galloped up to the edge of the group and pulled their horses to a stand. Now, Miguel rode abruptly close to Dunk as rides one with a purpose.
He leaned and peered intently into Dunk"s distorted countenance until every man there, struck by his manner, was watching him curiously. Then he sat back in the saddle, straightened his legs in the stirrups and laughed. And like his smile when he would have it so, or the little twitch of shoulders by which he could so incense a man, that laugh brought a deeper flush to Dunk"s face, reddened though it was by Big Medicine"s vigorous slapping.
"Say, you"ve got nerve," drawled the Native Son, "to let a sheriff travel toward you. I can remember when you were more timid, amigo." He turned his head until his eyes fell upon Andy. "Say, Andy!" he called.
"Come and take a look at this hombre. You"ll have to think back a few years," he a.s.sisted laconically.
In response, Andy rode up eagerly. Like the Native Son, he leaned and peered into eyes that stared back defiantly, wavered, and turned away.
Andy also sat back in the saddle then, and snorted.
"So this is the Dunk Whittaker that"s been raising merry h.e.l.l around here! And talks about sending for the sheriff, huh? I"ve always heard that a lot uh gall is the best disguise a man can hide under, but, by gracious, this beats the deuce!" He turned to the astounded Happy Family with growing excitement in his manner.
"Boys, we don"t have to worry much about this gazabo! We"ll just freeze onto him till the sheriff heaves in sight. Gee! There"ll sure be something stirring when we tell him who this Dunk person really is!
And you say he was in with the Old Man, once? Oh, Lord!" He looked with withering contempt at Dunk; and Dunk"s glance flickered again and dropped, just as his hand dropped to the pocket of his coat.
"No, yuh don"t, by cripes!" Big Medicine"s hand gripped Dunk"s arm on the instant. With his other he plucked the gun from Dunk"s pocket, and released him as he would let go of something foul which he had been compelled to touch.
"He"ll be good, or he"ll lose his dinner quick," drawled the Native Son, drawing his own silver-mounted six-shooter and resting it upon the saddle horn so that it pointed straight at Dunk"s diaphragm. "You take Weary off somewhere and tell him something about this deal, Andy. I"ll watch this slippery gentleman." He smiled slowly and got an answering grin from Andy Green, who immediately rode a few rods away, with Weary and Pink close behind.
"Say, by golly, what"s Dunk wanted fer?" Slim blurted inquisitively after a short silence.
"Not for riding or driving over a bridge faster than a walk Slim,"
purred the Native Son, shifting his gun a trifle as Dunk moved uneasily in the saddle. "You know the man. Look at his face--and use your imagination, if you"ve got any."
CHAPTER XIII. The Happy Family Learn Something
"Well, I hope this farce is about over," Dunk sneered, with as near an approach to his old, supercilious manner as he could command, when the three who had ridden apart returned presently. "Perhaps, Weary, you"ll be good enough to have this fellow put up his gun, and these--" he hesitated, after a swift glance, to apply any epithet whatever to the Happy Family. "I have two witnesses here to swear that you have without any excuse a.s.saulted and maligned and threatened me, and you may consider yourselves lucky if I do not insist--"
"Ah, cut that out," Andy advised wearily. "I don"t know how it strikes the rest, but it sounds pretty sickening to me. Don"t overlook the fact that two of us happen to know all about you; and we know just where to send word, to dig up a lot more identification. So bluffing ain"t going to help you out, a darned bit."
"Miguel, you can go with Andy," Weary said with brisk decision. "Take Dunk down to the ranch till the sheriff gets here--if it"s straight goods about Dunk sending for him. If he didn"t, we can take Dunk in to-morrow, ourselves." He turned and fixed a cold, commanding eye upon the slack-jawed herders. "Come along, you two, and get these sheep headed outa here."
"Say, we"ll just lock him up in the blacksmith shop, and come on back,"
Andy amended the order after his own free fashion. "He couldn"t get out in a million years; not after I"m through staking him out to the anvil with a log-chain." He smiled maliciously into Dunk"s fear-yellowed countenance, and waved him a signal to ride ahead, which Dunk did without a word of protest while the Happy Family looked on dazedly.