"The calf? Sure. How else would I carry it?" Cal"s big, baby-blue eyes matched Pink"s for innocence. "I carried that bossy in my arms for three days," he declared solemnly, "before I found a cow with white hind feet, one white ear, and the deuce uh--er--clubs----"
"Diamonds" corrected Pink, drinking in each word greedily.
"That"s it: diamonds, on its right hind--er--shoulders----"
"The calf"s was on its left side," reminded Pink reproachfully. "I don"t believe you found the right mother, after all!"
"Yeah, I sure did, all right," contended Cal earnestly. "I know, "cause she was that grateful, when she seen me heave in sight over a hill a mile away, she come up on the gallop, a-bawling, and--er--licked my hand!"
That settled it, of course. Pink dismounted stiffly and walked painfully to the cook-tent. Ten months out of saddle--with a new, unbroken one to begin on again--told, even upon Pink, and made for extreme discomfort.
When he had eaten, hungrily and in silence, responding to the mildly ironical sociability of his fellows with a brevity which only his soft voice saved from bruskness, he unrolled his new bed and lay down with not a thought for the part he was playing. He heard with absolute indifference Weary"s remark outside, that "Cadwolloper"s about all in; day-herding"s too strenuous for him." The last that came to him, some one was chanting relishfully:
Mamma had a precious lamby his cheeks were red and rosy; And when he rode the festive bronk, he tumbled on his nosey.
There was more; but Pink had gone to sleep, and so missed it.
At sundown he awoke and went out to saddle the night horse Chip had caught for him, and then went to bed again. When shaken gently for middle guard, he dressed sleepily, added a pair of white Angora chaps to his afternoon attire, and stumbled out into the murky moonlight.
Guided and coached by Cal, he took his station and began that monotonous round which had been a part of the life he loved best.
Though stiff and sore from unaccustomed riding, Pink felt quite content to be where he was; to watch the quiet land and the peaceful, slumbering herd; with the drifting gray clouds above, and the moon swimming, head under, in their midst. Twice in a complete round he met Cal, going in opposite direction. At the second round Cal stopped him.
"How yuh coming?" he queried cheerfully.
"All right, thank you," said Pink.
"Yuh want to watch out for a lop-horned critter over on the other side," Cal went on, in confidential tone. "He keeps trying to sneak out uh the bunch. Don"t let him get away; if he goes, take after him and fog him back."
"He won"t get away from me, if I can help it," Pink promised, and Cal rode on, with Pink smiling maliciously after him.
As he neared the opposite side, a dim shape angled slowly out before him, moving aimlessly away from the sleeping herd. Pink followed.
Farther they went, and faster. Into a little hollow went the "critter", and circled. Pink took down his rope, let loose a good ten feet of it, and spurred unexpectedly close to it.
Whack! The rope landed with precision on the bowed shoulders of Cal.
"Yuh will try to fool your betters, will yuh?" Whack! "I guess I can point out a critter that won"t stray out uh the bunch again fer a spell!" Whack!
Cal straightened, gasping astonishment, in the saddle, pulled up with a jerk, and got off, in unlovely mood.
"And I can point to a little mamma"s lamb that won"t take down his rope to his betters again, either!" he cried angrily. "Climb down and get your ears cuffed proper, yuh darned, pink little smart Aleck; or them shiny heels"ll break your pretty neck. Thump me with a rope, will yuh?"
Pink got down. Immediately after, to use a slang term, they "mixed."
Presently Cal, stretched the long length of him in the gra.s.s, with Pink sitting comfortably upon his middle, looked up at the dizzying swim of the moon, saw new and uncharted stars, and nearer, dimly revealed in the half-light, the self-satisfied, cherubic face of Pink.
He essayed to rise and continue the discussion, and discovered a quite surprising state of affairs. He could scarcely move: and the more he tried the more painful became Pink"s diabolical hold of him. He blinked and puzzled over the mystery.
"Of all the bone-headed, feeble-minded sons-uh-guns it"s ever been my duty and pleasure to reconstruct," announced Pink melodiously, "you sure take the sour-dough biscuit. You"re a song that"s been tried on the cattle and failed t" connect. You"re the last wail of a coyote dying in the dim distance. For a man that"s been lynched and cut down and waiting for another yank, you certainly--are--mild! You"re the tamest thing that ever happened. A lady could handle yuh with safety and ease. You"re a children"s playmate. For a deep-dyed desperado that"s wanted for manslaughter in Texas, perjury in South Dakota, and bigamy in Utah, you"re the last feeble whisper of a summer breeze.
_You_ cuff my ears proper? Oh, my! and oh, fudge! It is to laugh!"
Cat, battered as to features and bewildered as to mind, blinked again and grinned feebly.
"Yuh try an old gag that I wore out on humans of your ilk in Wyoming,"
went on Pink, warming to the subject. "Yuh load me with stuff that would bring the heehaw from a sheep-herder. Yuh can"t even lie consistent to a pilgrim. You"re a story that"s been told and forgotten, a canto that won"t rhyme, blank verse with club feet.
You"re the last, horrible example of a declining race. You"re extinct."
"Say"--Pink"s fists kneaded energetically Cal"s suffering diaphragm.--"are yuh--all--ba-a-d?"
"Oh, Lord! No. I"m dead gentle. Lemme up."
"D"yuh think that critter will quit the bunch ag"in to-night?"
"He ain"t liable to," Cal a.s.sured him meekly. "Say, who the devil are yuh anyhow?"
"I"m Percival Cadwallader Perkins. Do yuh like that name? Do yuh think it drips sweetness and poetry, like a card uh honey?"
"_Ouch_! It--it"s _swell_!"
"You"re a dam" liar," declared Pink, getting up. "Furthermore, yuh old chuckle-head, yuh ought t" know better than try t" run any ranikaboos on me. I"ve got your pedigree, right back to the Flood; and it"s safe betting yuh got mine, and don"t know it. Your best girl happens to be my cousin."
Cal scrambled slowly and painfully to his feet. "Then you"re Milk River Pink. I might uh guessed it," he sighed.
"I cannot tell a lie," Pink averred. "Only, plain Pink"ll do for me.
Where d"yuh suppose the bunch is by this time?"
They mounted and rode back together. Cal was deeply thoughtful.
"Say," he said suddenly, just as they parted to ride their rounds, "the boys"ll be tickled plumb to death. We"ve been wishing you"d blow in here ever since the Cross L quit the country."
Pink drew rein and looked back, resting one hand on the cantle. "My gentle friend," he warned, "yuh needn"t break your neck spreading the glad tidings. Yuh better let them frivolous youths wise-up in their own playful way, same as you done."
"Sure," agreed Cal, pa.s.sing his fingers gingerly over certain portions of his face. "I ain"t a hog. I"m willing they should have some sport with yuh, too."
Next morning, when Cal appeared at breakfast with a slight limp and several inches of cuticle missing from his features, the Happy Family learned that his horse had fallen down with him as he was turning a stray back into the herd.
Chip looked up quizzically and then hid a smile behind his coffee-cup.
It was Weary that afternoon on dayherd who indulged his mendacity for the benefit of Pink; and his remarks were but paving-stones for a scheme hatched overnight by the Happy Family.
Weary began by looking doleful and emptying his lungs in sighs deep and sorrowful. When Pink, rising obligingly to the bait, asked him if he felt bad. Weary only sighed the more. Then, growing confidential, he told how he had dreamed a dream the night before. With picturesque language, he detailed the horror of it. He was guilty of murder, he confessed, and the crime weighed heavily on his conscience.
"Not only that," he went on, "but I know that death is camping on my trail. That dream haunts me. I feel that my days are numbered in words uh one syllable. That dream"ll come true; you see if it don"t!"
"I--I wouldn"t worry over just a bad dream, Mr. Weary," comforted Pink.
"But that ain"t all. I woke up in a cold sweat, and went outside. And there in the clouds, perfect as life, I seen a posse uh men galloping up from the South. Down South," he explained sadly, "sleeps my victim--a white-headed, innocent old man. That posse is sure headed for me, Mr. Perkins."
"Still, it was only clouds."
"Wait till I tell yuh," persisted Weary, stubbornly refusing comfort.
"When I got up this morning I put my boots on the wrong feet; that"s a sure sign that your dream"ll come true. At breakfast I upset the can uh salt; which is bad luck. Mr. Perkins, I"m a lost man."