The immaculate one lifted his panama, ran his fingers through his curls, and smiled demurely. "Nothing in particular--only, I"m Pink!"
Chip stared frankly, and measured the slender figure from accurately dented hat-crown to tiny shoe-tips. "Well, yuh sure don"t look it," he said bluntly, at length. "Why that elaborate disguise of respectability?"
Pink sat him down on an empty beer case in the shade of the saloon and daintily rolled a cigarette.
"Yuh see, it"s like this," he began, in his soft voice. "When the Cross L moved their stock across the line Rowdy Vaughan had charge uh the outfit; and, seeing we"re pretty good friends, uh course I went along. I hadn"t been over there a month till I had occasion t" thump the daylights out uh one uh them bone-headed grangers that vitiates the atmosphere up there; and I put him all to the bad. So a bunch uh them gaudy buck-policemen rose up and fogged me back across the line; a man has sure got t" turn the other cheek up there, or languish in _ga_-ol."
Pink brought the last word out as if it did not taste good.
"I hit for the home range, which is Upper Milk River. But it was cussed lonesome with all the old bunch gone; so I sold my outfit and quit cow-punching for good. I wonder if the puncher lives that didn"t sell his saddle and bed, and reform at least once in his checkered career!
"I had a fair-sized roll so I took the home trail back to Minnesota, and chewed on the fatted calf all last winter and this summer. It wasn"t bad, only the girls run in bunches and are dead anxious to tie up to some male human. I dubbed around and dodged the loop long as I could stand it, and then I drifted.
"I kinda got hungry for the feel of a good horse between m" legs once more. It made me mad to see houses on every decent bed-ground, and fences so thick yuh couldn"t get out and fan the breeze if yuh tried.
I tell yuh straight, old-timer, last month I was home I plumb wore out mother"s clothes-line roping the gate-post. For the Lord"s sake, stake me to a string! and I don"t give a d.a.m.n how rough a one it is!"
Chip sat down on a neighboring case and regarded the dapper little figure curiously. Such words, coming from those girlishly rosy lips, with the dimples dodging in and out of his pink cheeks, had an odd effect of unreality. But Pink plainly was in earnest. His eyes behind the dancing light of harmless deviltry, were pleading and wistful as a child.
"You"re it!" said Chip relievedly. "You can go right to work. Seems you"re the man I"ve been looking for, only I will say I didn"t recognize yuh on sight. We"ve got a heap of work ahead, and only five decent men in the outfit. It"s the Flying U; and these five have worked for the outfit for years."
"I sure savvy that bunch," Pink declared sweetly. "I"ve heard uh the Happy Family before. Ain"t you one uh them?"
Chip grinned reminiscently. "I was," he admitted, a shade of regret in his voice. "Maybe I am yet; only I went up a notch last spring. Got married, and settled down. I"m one of the firm now, so I had to reform and cut out the foolishness. Folks have got to calling the rest the Frivolous Five. They"re a pretty nifty bunch, but you"ll get on, all right, seeing you"re not the pilgrim you look to be. If you were, I"d say: "The Lord help you!" Got an outfit?"
"Sure. Bought one, brand new, in the Falls. It"s over at the hotel now, with a haughty, buckskin-colored suitcase that fair squeals with style and newness." Pink pulled his silver belt-buckle straight and patted his pink-and-blue tie approvingly.
"Well, if you"re ready, I"ll get the horses these two hoboes rode in, and we"ll drift. By the way, how shall I write you on the book?"
Pink stooped and with his handkerchief carefully, wiped the last speck of Dry Lake dust from his shiny toes. "Yuh won"t crawfish on me, if I tell yuh?" he inquired anxiously, standing up and adjusting his belt again.
"Of course not." Chip looked his surprise at the question.
"Well, it ain"t _my_ fault, but my lawful, legal name is Percival Cadwallader Perkins."
"Wha-at?"
"Percival Cad-_wall_-ader Perkins. Shall I get yuh something to take with it?"
Chip, with his pencil poised in air, grinned sympathetically. "It"s sure a heavy load to carry," he observed solemnly. "How do you spell that second shift?"
Pink told him, spelling the word slowly, syllable by syllable. "Ain"t it fierce?" he wanted to know. "My mother must have sure been frivolous and light-minded when I was born. I"m the only boy she ever had, and there was two grandfathers that wanted a kid named after "em; they sure make a hot combination. Yuh know what Cadwallader means, in the dictionary?"
"Lord, no!" said Chip, putting away his book.
"Battle arranger," Pink told him sadly. "Now, wouldn"t that jostle yuh? It"s true, too; it has sure arranged a lot uh battles for me. It caused me to lick about six kids a day, and to get licked by a dozen, when I went to school. So, seeing the name was mine, and I couldn"t chuck it, I went and throwed in with an ex-pugilist and learned the trade thorough. Since then things come easier. Folks don"t open up the subject more"n a dozen times before they take the hint. And this summer I fell in with a ju-jutsu sharp--a college-fed j.a.p that sure savvied things a white man never dreams except in nightmares. I set at his feet all summer learning wisdom. I ain"t afraid now to wear my name on my hatband."
"Still, I wouldn"t," said Chip dryly. "Hike over and get the haughty new war-bag, and we"ll hit the sod. I"ve got to be in camp by dinner-time."
A mile out Pink looked down at his festal garments and smiled. "I expect I"ll be pickings for your Happy Family when they see me in these war-togs," he remarked.
Chip turned and regarded him meditatively for a minute. "I was just wondering," he said slowly, "if the Happy Family wouldn"t be pickings for _you_."
Pink dimpled wickedly and said nothing.
The Happy Family were at dinner when Chip and Pink rode up and dismounted by the bed-tent. Chip and Pink went over to where the others were sitting in various places and att.i.tudes, and the Happy Family received them, not with the nudges and winks one might justly expect, but with decorous silence.
Chip got plate, knife, fork, and spoon and started for the stove.
"Help yourself to the tools, and then come over here and fill up," he invited Pink, over his shoulder. "We don"t stand on ceremony here.
May look queer to you at first, but you"ll get used to it."
The Happy Family p.r.i.c.ked up its ears and looked guardedly at one another. This wasn"t a chance visitor, then; he was going to work!
Weary, sitting cross-legged in the shade of a wagon-wheel looked up at Pink, fumbling shyly among the knives and forks, and with deceitful innocence he whistled absently:
Oh, tell me, pretty maiden, Are there any more at home like you?
Pink glanced at him quickly, then at the solemn faces of the others, and retreated hastily inside the tent, where was Chip; and every man of them knew the stranger had caught Weary"s meaning. They smiled discreetly at their plates and said nothing.
Pink came out with heaped plate and br.i.m.m.i.n.g cup, and retired diffidently to the farthest bit of shade he could find, which brought him close to Cal Emmett. He sat down gingerly so as not to spill anything.
"Going to work for the outfit?" asked Cal politely.
"Yes, sir; the overseer gave me a position," answered Pink sweetly, in his soft treble. "I just came to town this morning. Is it very hard work?"
"Yeah, it sure is," said Cal plaintively, between bites. "What with taming wild broncos and trying to keep the cattle from stampeding, our shining hours are sure improved a lot. It"s a hard, hard life." He sighed deeply and emptied his cup of coffee.
"I--I thought I"d like it," ventured Pink wistfully.
"It"s dead safe to prognosticate yuh won"t a little bit. None of us like it. I never saw a man with soul so vile that he did."
"Why don"t you give it up, then, and get a position at something else?"
Pink"s eyes looked wide and wistful over the rim of his cup.
"Can"t. We"re most of us escaped desperadoes with a price on our heads." Cal shook his own lugubriously. "We"re safer here than we would be anywhere else. If a posse showed up, or we got wind of one coming, there"s plenty uh horses and saddles to make a getaway. We"d just pick out a drifter and split the breeze. We can keep on the dodge a long time, working on round-up, and earn a little money at the same time, so when we do have to fly we won"t be dead broke."
"Oh!" Pink looked properly impressed. "If it isn"t too personal--er--is there a--that is, are you----"
"An outlaw?" Cal a.s.sisted. "I sure am--and then some. I"m wanted for perjury in South Dakota, manslaughter in Texas, and bigamy in Utah.
I"m all bad."
"Oh, I hope not!" Pink looked distressed. "I"m very sorry," he added simply, "and I hope the posses won"t chase you."
Cal shook his head very, very gravely. "You can"t most always tell,"
he declared gloomily. "I expect I"ll have an invite to a necktie-party some day."
"I"ve been to necktie-parties myself." Pink brightened visibly. "I don"t like them; you always get the wrong girl."
"I don"t like "em, either," agreed Cal. "I"m always afraid the wrong necktie will be mine. Were you ever lynched?"