The Happy Family had expected him to swear at them stormily; to accuse them of vile things; to call them such names as his memory could seize upon or his ingenuity invent. They had been careful to prepare a list of plausible reasons for leaving then. They had first invented a gold rumor that they hoped would sound convincing, but Andy had insisted upon telling him straightforwardly that they did not favor fence-building and ditch-digging and such back-breaking toil; that they were range men and they demanded range work or none; that if they must dig ditches and build fences and perform like menial tasks, they preferred doing it for themselves. "That," said Andy, "makes us out such dirty, low-down sons-of-guns we"d have to climb a tree to look a snake in the eye, but it"s got the grain of truth that"ll make it go down. We DON"T love this farming graft, and the Old Man knows it. He"s heard us kicking often enough. That"s where it"ll git him. He"ll believe this last stretch of fence is what made us throw him down, and he"ll be so mad he"ll cuss us out till the neighbors"ll think the smoke"s a prairie fire. We"ll get our time, all right" and the things he"ll say will likely make us so hot we can all talk convincing when we hit town. Keep a stiff upper lip, boys. We got to do it, and he"ll make us mad, so it won"t be as hard as you imagine."
The theory was good, and revealed a knowledge of human nature that made one cease to wonder why Andy was a prince of convincing liars. The theory was good--nothing in the world was the matter with it, except that in this particular instance it did not work. The Old Man did not ask for their reasons, excuses or explanations. Neither did he say anything or do anything to make them mad. He just sat there, with his face gray and hard, and said nothing at all.
The Little Doctor appeared with the required books and a fountain pen; saw the Happy Family standing there like condemned men at the steps; saw the Old Man"s face, and trembled wide-eyed upon the verge of speech.
Then she decided that this was no time for questioning and hurried, still wide of eye, away from sight of them. The Happy Family did not look at one another--they looked chiefly at the wall of the house.
The Old Man reckoned the wages due each one, and wrote a check for the exact amount. And he spoke no word that did not intimately concern the matter in hand. He still had that gray, hard look in his face that froze whatever explanation they would otherwise have volunteered. And when he handed the last man--who was Patsy--his check, he got up stiffly and turned his back on them, and went inside and closed the door while yet they lingered, waiting to explain.
At the bunk-house, whence they walked silently, Slim turned suddenly upon their leader. His red face had gone a sallow white, and the whites of his eyes were veined with red.
"If that there land business falls down anywhere because you lied to us, Andy Green" I"ll kill you fer this" he stated flatly.
"If it Does, Slim, I"ll stand and let yuh shoot me as full of lead as you like," Andy promised, in much the same tone. Then he strove to shake off the spell of the Old Man"s stricken silence. "Buck up, boys. He"ll thank us for what we aim to do--when he knows all about it."
"Well, it seems to me," sighed Weary lugubriously, "we mighta managed it without hitting the Old Man a wallop in the back, like that."
"How"n h.e.l.l did I know he"d take it the way he did?" Andy questioned sharply, and began throwing his personal belongings into his "war-bag"
as if he had a grudge against his own clothes.
"Aw, looks to me like he was glad to git shet of us!" grumbled Happy Jack. "I betche he"s more tickled than sorry, right now."
It was an exceedingly unhappy Family that rode up the Hog"s Back upon their private mounts, and away from the Flying U; in spite of Chip"s a.s.surance that he would tell the Old Man all about it as soon as he could, it was an ill-humored Family that rode into Dry Lake and cashed their several checks at the desk of the General store which also did an informal banking business, and afterwards took the train for Great Falls.
The news spread through the town that old J. G. Whitmore had fired the Happy Family in a bunch for some unforgivable crime against the peace and dignity of the outfit, and that the boys were hatching up some scheme to get even. From the gossip that was rolled relishfully upon the tongues of the Dry Lake scandal lovers, the Happy Family must have been more than sufficiently convincing.
CHAPTER 7. THE COMING OF THE COLONY
If you would see northern Montana at its most beautiful best, you should see it in mid-May when the ground-swallows are nesting and the meadow larks are puffing their throats and singing of their sweet ecstasy with life; when curlews go sailing low over the green, gra.s.sy billows, peering and perking with long bills thrust rapier-wise through the sunny stillness, and calling shrilly, "Cor-r-ECK, cor-r-eck!"--which, I take it, is simply their opinion of world and weather given tersely in plain English. You should see the high prairies then, when all the world is a-shimmer with green velvet brocaded brightly in blue and pink and yellow flower-patterns; when the heat waves go quivering up to meet the sun, so that the far horizons wave like painted drop-scenes stirred by a breeze; when a hypnotic spell of peace and bright promises is woven over the rangeland--you should see it then, if you would love it with a sweet unreason that will last you through all the years to come.
The homeseekers" Syndicate, as represented by Florence Grace Hallman--she of the wheat-yellow hair and the tempting red lips and the narrow, calculating eyes and stubborn chin--did well to wait for the spell of the prairies when the wind flowers and the lupines blue the hillsides and the new gra.s.s paints green the hollows.
There is in us all a deep-rooted instinct to create, and never is that instinct so nearly dominant as in the spring when the gra.s.s and the flowers and the little, new leaves and the birds all sing the song of Creation together. Then is when case-hardened city dwellers study the bright array of seed-packets in the stores, and meditate rashly upon the possibilities of back-yard gardening. Then is when the seasoned country-dwellers walk over their farms in the sunset and plan largely for harvest time. Then is when the salaried-folk read avidly the real-estate advertis.e.m.e.nts, and pore optimistically over folders and dream of chicken ranches and fruit ranches and the like. Surely, then, the homeseekers" Syndicate planned well the date of their excursion into the land of large promise (and problematical fulfillment) which lay east of Dry Lake.
Rumors of the excursion seeped through the channels of gossip and set the town talking and chuckling and speculating--after the manner of very small towns.
Rumors grew to definite though erroneous statements of what was to take place. Definite statements became certified facts that bore fruit in detailed arrangements.
Came Florence Grace Hallman smilingly from Great Falls, to canva.s.s the town for "accommodations." Florence Grace Hallman was a capable woman and a persuasive one, though perhaps a shade too much inclined to take certain things for granted--such as Andy"s anch.o.r.ed interest in her and her project, and the probability of the tract remaining just as it had been when last she went carefully over the plat in the land office.
Florence Grace Hallman had been busy arranging the details of the coming of the colony, and she had neglected to visit the land office lately. Since she cannily represented the excursion as being merely a sight-seeing trip--or some such innocuous project--she failed also to receive any inkling of recent settlements.
On a certain sunny morning in mid-May, the Happy Family stood upon the depot platform and waited for the westbound pa.s.senger, that had attached to it the special car of the homeseekers" Syndicate. The Happy Family had been very busy during the past three weeks. They had taken all the land they could, and had sighed because they could still look from their claims upon pinnacles as yet unclaimed save by the government. They had done well. From the south line of Meeker"s land in the very foothills of the Bear Paws, to the north line of the Flying U, the chain of newly-filed claims remained unbroken. It had taken some careful work upon the part of the Happy Family to do this and still choose land not absolutely worthless except from a scenic viewpoint. But they had managed it, with some bickering and a good deal of maneuvering. Also they had hauled loads of lumber from Dry Lake, wherewith to build their monotonously modest ten-by-twelve shacks with one door and one window apiece and a round hole in the roof big enough for a length of stove-pipe to thrust itself aggressively into the open and say by its smoke signal whether the owner was at home. And now, having heard of the mysterious excursion due that day, they had come to see just what would take place.
"She"s fifteen minutes late," the agent volunteered, thrusting his head through the open window. "Looking for friends, boys?"
"Andy is," Pink informed him cheerfully. "The rest of us are just hanging around through sympathy. It"s his girl coming."
"Well, I guess he thinks he needs a housekeeper now," the agent grinned.
"Why don"t you fellows get busy now and rustle some cooks?"
"Girls don"t like to cook over a camp-fire," Cal Emmett told him soberly. "We kinda thought we ought to build our shacks first."
"You can pick you out some when the train gets in," said the agent, accepting a match from Weary. "There"s a carload of--" He pulled in his head hurriedly and laid supple fingers on the telegraph key to answer a call, and the Happy Family moved down to the other end of the platform where there was more shade.
The agent presently appeared pushing the truck of outgoing express, a cheap trunk and a basket "telescope" belonging to one of the hotel girls--who had quit her job and was sitting now inside waiting for the train and seeing what she could of the Flying U boys through the window--and the mail sack. He placed the truck where the baggage car would come to a halt, stood for a minute looking down the track where a smudge of smoke might at any moment be expected to show itself over the low ridge of a hill, glanced at the lazy group in the patch of shade and went back into the office.
"There"s her smoke," Cal Emmett announced in the midst of an apathetic silence.
Weary looked up from whittling a notch in the end of a platform plank and closed his jack-knife languidly.
Andy pushed his hat backward and then tilted it forward over one eyebrow and threw away his cigarette.
"Wonder if Florence Grace will be riding point on the bunch?" he speculated aloud. "If she is, I"m liable to have my hands full. Florence Grace will sure be sore when she finds out how I got into the game."
"Aw, I betche there ain"t no such a person," said Happy Jack, doubter to the last.
"I wish there wasn"t," sighed Andy. "Florence Grace is kinda getting on my nerves. If I done what I feel like doing, I"d crawl under the platform and size up the layout through a crack. Honest to gracious, Boys, I hate to meet that lady."
They grinned at him heartlessly and stared at the black smudge that was rolling toward them. "She"s sure hittin" her up," Pink vouchsafed with a certain tenseness of tone. That train was not as ordinary trains; dimly they felt that it was relentlessly bringing them trouble, perhaps; certainly a problem--unless the homeseekers hovered only so long as it took them to see that wisdom lay in looking elsewhere for a home.
Still--
"If this was August instead of May, I wouldn"t worry none about them pilgrims staying long," Jack Bates voiced the thought that was uppermost in their minds.
"There comes two livery rigs to haul "em to the hotel," Pink pointed out as he glanced toward town. "And there"s another one. Johnny told me every room they"ve got is spoke for, and two in every bed."
"That wouldn"t take no crowd," Happy Jack grumbled, remembering the limitations of Dry Lake"s hotel. "Here come Chip and the missus. Wonder what they want?"
The Little Doctor left Chip to get their tickets and walked quickly toward them.
"h.e.l.lo, boys! Waiting for someone, or just going somewhere?"
"Waiting. Same to you, Mrs. Chip," Weary replied.
"To me? Well, we"re going up to make our filings. Claude won"t take a homestead, because we"ll have to stay on at the Flying U, of course, and we couldn"t hold one. But we"ll both file desert claims. J. G. hasn"t been a bit well, and I didn"t dare leave him before--and of course Claude wouldn"t go till I did. That the pa.s.senger coming, or a freight?"
"It"s the train--with the dry-farmers," Andy informed her with a glance at the nearing smoke-smudge.
"Is it? We aren"t any too soon then, are we? I left Son at home--and he threatened to run away and live with you boys. I almost wish I"d brought him along. He"s been perfectly awful. So have the men Claude hired to take your places, if you want to know, boys. I believe that is what made J. G. sick--having those strange men on the place. He"s been like a bear."
"Didn"t Chip tell him--"
"He did, yes. He told him right away, that evening. But--J. G. has such stubborn ideas. We couldn"t make him believe that anyone would be crazy enough to take up that land and try to make a living farming it. He--"
She looked sidewise at Andy and pursed her lips to Keep from smiling.
"He thinks I lied about it, I suppose," said that young man shrewdly.
"That"s what he says. He pretends that you boys meant to quit, and just thought that up for an excuse. He"ll be all right--you mustn"t pay any attention--"