"My money"s on you, girl," Andy told her, grinning. "How are the wounded?"
"The wounded? Oh, they"ve clubbed together this morning and are washing hankies and collars and things, and talking about me. And they have snouged every speck of water from the barrel--I paid my share for the hauling, too--and the man won"t come again till day after tomorrow with more. Fifty cents a barrel, straight, he"s charging now, James. And you, boys with a great, big, long creekful of it that you can get right in and swim in! I"ve come over to borrow two water-bags of it, if you please, James I never dreamed water was so precious. Florence Hallman ought to be made to lie on one of these dry claims she"s fooled us into taking. I really don"t know, James, what"s going to become of some of these poor farmers. You knew, didn"t you, that Mr. Murphy spent nearly two hundred dollars boring a well--and now it"s so strong of alkali they daren"t use a drop of it? Mr. Murphy is living right up to his name and nationality, since then. He"s away back there beyond the Sands place, you know. He has to haul water about six miles. Believe me, James, Florence Hallman had better keep away from Murphy! I met him as I was coming out from town, and he called her a Jezebel!"
"That"s mild!" Andy commented dryly. "Get down, why don"t you? I want you to take a look at the inside of my shack and see how bad I need a housekeeper--since you won"t take my word for it. I hope every drop of water leaks outa these bags before you get home. I hope old Mister falls down and spills it. I"ve a good mind not to let you have any, anyway.
Maybe you could be starved and tortured into coming down here where you belong."
"Maybe I couldn"t. I"ll get me a barrel of my own, and hire Simpson to fill it four times a week, if you please! And I"ll put a lid with a padlock on it, so Katie dear can"t rob me in the night--and I"ll use a whole quart at a time to wash dishes, and two quarts when I take a bath!
I shall," she a.s.serted with much emphasis, "lie in luxury, James!"
Andy laughed and waved his hand toward One Man Creek. "That"s all right--but how would you like to have that running past your house, so you could wake up in the night and hear it go gurgle-gurgle? Wouldn"t that be all right?"
Rosemary Allen clasped her two gloved hands together and drew a long breath. "I should want to run out and stop it," she declared. "To think of water actually running around loose in this world!! And think of us up on that dry prairie, paying fifty cents a barrel for it--and a lot slopped out of the barrel on the road!" She glanced down into Andy"s love-lighted eyes, and her own softened. She placed her hand on his shoulder and shook her head at him with a tender remonstrance.
"I know, boy--but it isn"t in me to give up anything I set out to do, any more than it is in you. You wouldn"t like me half so well if I could just drop that claim and think no more about it. I"ve got enough money to commute, when the time comes, and I"ll feel a lot better if I go through with it now I"ve started. And--James!" She smiled at him wistfully. "Even if it is only eighty acres, it will make good pasture, and--it will help some, won"t it?"
After that you could not expect Andy Green to do any more badgering or to discourage the girl. He did like her better for having grit and a mental backbone--and he found a way of telling her so and of making the a.s.surance convincing enough.
He filled her canvas water-bags and went with her to carry them, and he cheered her much with his air-castles. Afterwards he took the team and rustled a water-barrel and hauled her a barrel of water and gave Kate Price a stony-eyed stare when she was caught watching him superciliously; and in divers ways managed to make Miss Rosemary Allen feel that she was fighting a good fight and that the odds were all in her favor and in the favor of the Happy Family--and of Andy Green in particular. She felt that the spite of her three very near neighbors was really a matter to laugh over, and the spleen of Florence Hallman a joke.
But for all that she gave Andy Green one last warning when he climbed up to the spring seat of the wagon and unwound the lines from the brake-handle, ready to drive back to his own work. She went close to the front wheel, so that eavesdroppers could not hear, and held her front hair from blowing across her earnest, wind-tanned face while she looked up at him.
"Now remember, boy, do go and file your answer to those contests--all of you!" she urged. "I don"t know why--but I"ve a feeling some kind of a scheme is being hatched to make you trouble on that one point. And if you see Buck, tell him I"ll ride fence with him tomorrow again. If you realized how much I like that old cowpuncher, you"d be horribly jealous, James."
"I"m jealous right now, without realizing a thing except that I"ve got to go off and leave you here with a bunch of lemons," he retorted--and he spoke loud enough so that any eavesdroppers might hear.
CHAPTER 24. THE KID IS USED FOR A p.a.w.n IN THE GAME
Did you ever stop to think of the tremendous moral lesson in the Bible tale of David and Goliath? And how great, human issues are often decided one way or the other by little things? Not all crises are pa.s.sed in the clashing of swords and the boom of cannon. It was a pebble the size of your thumbend, remember, that slew the giant.
In the struggle which the Happy Family was making to preserve the shrunken range of the Flying U, and to hold back the sweeping tide of immigration, one might logically look for some big, overwhelming element to turn the tide one way or the other. With the Homeseekers" Syndicate backing the natural animosity of the settlers, who had filed upon semiarid land because the Happy Family had taken all of the tract that was tillable, a big, open clash might be considered inevitable.
And yet the struggle was resolving itself into the question of whether the contest filings should be approved by the land-office, or the filings of the Happy Family be allowed to stand as having been made in good faith. Florence Hallman therefore, having taken upon herself the leadership in the contest fight, must do one of two things if she would have victory to salve the hurt to her self-esteem and to vindicate the firm"s policy in the eyes of the settlers.
She must produce evidence of the collusion of the Flying U outfit with the Happy Family, in the taking of the claims. Or she must connive to prevent the filing of answers to the contest notices within the time-limit fixed by law, so that the cases would go by default. That, of course, was the simplest--since she had not been able to gather any evidence of collusion that would stand in court.
There was another element in the land struggle--that was the soil and climate that would fight inexorably against the settlers; but with them we have little to do, since the Happy Family had nothing to do with them save in a purely negative way.
A four-wire fence and a systematic patrol along the line was having its effect upon the stock question. If the settlers drove their cattle south until they pa.s.sed the farthest corner of Flying U fence, they came plump against Bert Rogers" barbed boundary line. West of that was his father"s place--and that stretched to the railroad right-of-way, fenced on either side with a stock-proof barrier and hugging the Missouri all the way to the Marias--where were other settlers. If they went north until they pa.s.sed the fence of the Happy Family, there were the Meeker holdings to bar the way to the very foot of Old Centennial, and as far up its sides as cattle would go.
The Happy Family had planned wisely when they took their claims in a long chain that stretched across the benchland north of the Flying U.
Florence Grace knew this perfectly well--but what could she prove?
The Happy Family had bought cattle of their own, and were grazing them lawfully upon their own claims. A lawyer had a.s.sured her that there was no evidence to be gained there. They never went near J. G. Whitmore, nor did they make use of his wagons, his teams or his tools or his money; instead they hired what they needed, openly and from Bert Rogers. They had bought their cattle from the Flying U, and that was the extent of their business relations--on the surface. And since collusion had been the ground given for the contests, it will be easily seen what slight hope Florence Grace and her clients must have of winning any contest suit. Still, there was that alternative--the Happy Family had been so eager to build that fence and gather their cattle and put them back on the claims, and so anxious lest in their absence the settlers should slip cattle across the dead line and into the breaks, that they had postponed their trip to Great Falls as long as possible. The Honorable Blake had tacitly advised them to do so; and the Happy Family never gave a thought to their being hindered when they did get ready to attend to it.
But--a pebble killed Goliath.
H. J. Owens, whose eyes were the wrong shade of blue, sat upon a rocky hilltop which overlooked the trail from Flying U Coulee and a greater portion of the shack-dotted benchland as well, and swept the far horizons with his field gla.s.ses. Just down the eastern slope, where the jutting sandstone cast a shadow, his horse stood tied to a dejected wild-currant bush. He laid the gla.s.ses across his knees while he refilled his pipe, and tilted his hatbrim to shield his pale blue eyes from the sun that was sliding past midday.
H. J. Owens looked at his watch, nevertheless, as though the position of the sun meant nothing to him. He scowled a little, stretched a leg straight out before him to ease it of cramp, and afterwards moved farther along in the shade. The wind swept past with a faint whistle, and laid the ripening gra.s.ses flat where it pa.s.sed. A cloud shadow moved slowly along the slope beneath him, and he watched the darkening of the earth where it touched, and the sharp contrast of the sun-yellowed sea of gra.s.s all around it. H. J. Owens looked bored and sleepy; yet he did not leave the hilltop--nor did he go to sleep.
Instead, he lifted the gla.s.ses, turned them toward Flying U Coulee a half mile to the south of him, and stared long at the trail. After a few minutes he made a gesture to lower the gla.s.ses, and then abruptly fixed them steadily upon one spot, where the trail wound up over the crest of the bluff. He looked for a minute, and laid the gla.s.ses down upon a rock.
H. J. Owens fumbled in the pocket of his coat, which he had folded and laid beside him on the yellow gravel of the hill. He found something he wanted, stood up, and with his back against a boulder he faced to the southwest. He was careful about the direction. He glanced up at the sun, squinting his eyes at the glare; he looked at what he held in his hand.
A glitter of sun on gla.s.s showed briefly. H. J. Owens laid his palm over it, waited while he could count ten, and took his palm away. Replaced it, waited, and revealed the gla.s.s again with the sun glare upon it full. He held it so for a full minute, and slid the gla.s.s back into his pocket.
He glanced down toward Flying U Coulee again--toward where the trail stretched like a brown ribbon through the gra.s.s. He seemed to be in something of a hurry now--if impatient movement meant anything--yet he did not leave the place at once. He kept looking off there toward the southwest--off beyond Antelope Coulee and the spa.r.s.ely dotted shacks of the settlers.
A smudge of smoke rose thinly there, behind a hill. Unless one had been watching the place, one would scarcely have noticed it, but H. J. Owens saw it at once and smiled his twisted smile and went running down the hill to where his horse was tied. He mounted and rode down to the level, skirted the knoll and came out on the trail, down which he rode at an easy lope until he met the Kid.
The Kid was going to see Rosemary Allen and take a ride with her along the new fence; but he pulled up with the air of condescension which was his usual att.i.tude toward "nesters," and in response to the twisted smile of H. J. Owens he grinned amiably.
"Want to go on a bear-hunt with me, Buck?" began H. J. Owens with just the right tone of comradeship, to win the undivided attention of the Kid.
"I was goin" to ride fence with Miss Allen," the Kid declined regretfully. "There ain"t any bears got very close, there ain"t. I guess you musta swallered something Andy told you." He looked at H. J. Owens tolerantly.
"No sir. I never talked to Andy about this." Had he been perfectly truthful he would have added that he had not talked with Andy about anything whatever, but he let it go. "This is a bear den I found myself; There"s two little baby cubs, Buck, and I was wondering if you wouldn"t like to go along and get one for a pet. You could learn it to dance and play soldier, and all kinds of stunts."
The Kid"s eyes shone, but he was wary. This man was a nester, so it would be just at well to be careful "Where "bouts is it?" he therefore demanded in a tone of doubt that would have done credit to Happy Jack.
"Oh, down over there in the hills. It"s a secret, though, till we get them out. Some fellows are after them for themselves, Buck. They want to--skin "em."
"The mean devils!" condemned the Kid promptly. "I"d take a fall outa them if I ketched "em skinning any baby bear cubs while I was around."
H. J. Owens glanced behind him with an uneasiness not altogether a.s.sumed.
"Let"s go down into this next gully to talk it over, Buck," he suggested with an air of secretiveness that fired the Kid"s imagination. "They started out to follow me, and I don"t want "em to see me talking to you, you know."
The Kid went with him unsuspectingly. In all the six years of his life, no man had ever offered him injury. Fear had not yet become a.s.sociated with those who spoke him fair. Nesters he did not consider friends because they were not friends with his bunch. Personally he did not know anything about enemies. This man was a nester--but he called him Buck, and he talked very nice and friendly, and he said he knew where there were some little baby bear cubs. The Kid had never before realized how much he wanted a bear cub for a pet. So do our wants grow to meet our opportunities.
H. J. Owens led the way into a shallow draw between two low hills, glancing often behind him and around him until they were shielded by the higher ground. He was careful to keep where the gra.s.s was thickest and would hold no hoofprints to betray them, but the Kid never noticed. He was thinking how nice it would be to have a bear cub for a pet. But it was funny that the Happy Family had never found him one, if there were any in the country.
He turned to put the question direct to H. J. Owens, I but that gentleman forestalled him.
"You wait here a minute, Buck, while I ride back on this hill a little ways to see if those fellows are on our trail," he said, and rode off before the Kid could ask him the question.
The Kid waited obediently. He saw H. J. Owens get off his horse and go sneaking up to the brow of the hill, and take some field gla.s.ses out of his pocket and look all around over the prairie with them. The sight tingled the Kid"s blood so that he almost forgot about the bear cub. It was almost exactly like fighting Injuns, like Uncle Gee-gee told about when he wasn"t cross.
In a few minutes Owens came back to the Kid, and they went on slowly, keeping always in the low, gra.s.sy places where there would be no tracks left to tell of their pa.s.sing that way. Behind them a yellow-brown cloud drifted sullenly with the wind. Now and then a black flake settled past them to the ground. A peculiar, tangy smell was in the air--the smell of burning gra.s.s.
H. J. Owens related a long, full-detailed account of how he had been down in the hills along the river, and had seen the old mother bear digging ants out of a sand-hill for her cubs.
"I know--that"s jes" "zactly the way they do!" the Kid interrupted excitedly. "Daddy Chip seen one doing it on the Musselsh.e.l.l one time. He told me "bout it."
H. J. Owens glanced sidelong at the Kid"s flushed face, smiled his twisted smile and went on with his story. He had not bothered them, he said, because he did not have any way of carrying both cubs, and he hated to kill them. He had thought of Buck, and how he would like a pet cub, so he had followed the bear to her den and had come away to get a sack to carry them in, and to tell Buck about it.
The Kid never once doubted that it was so. Whenever any of the Happy Family found anything in the hills that was nice, they always thought of Buck, and they always brought it to him. You would be amazed at the number of rattlesnake rattles, and eagle"s claws, and elk teeth, and things like that, which the Kid possessed and kept carefully stowed away in a closet kept sacred to his uses.