"Sure he does."
"Beats me! But, then, I"m queer on cougars. Have had many a cougar trail me at night. Ain"t sayin" I was scared. But I don"t care for that brand of varmint.... Milt, you goin" to stay down awhile?"
"Yes, I"ll hang around some."
"Come over to the ranch. Glad to see you any time. Some old huntin"
pards of yours are workin" for me."
"Thanks, Beasley. I reckon I"ll come over."
Beasley turned away and took a step, and then, as if with an after-thought, he wheeled again.
"Suppose you"ve heard about old Al Auchincloss bein" near petered out?"
queried Beasley. A strong, ponderous cast of thought seemed to emanate from his features. Dale divined that Beasley"s next step would be to further his advancement by some word or hint.
"Widow Ca.s.s was tellin" me all the news. Too bad about old Al," replied Dale.
"Sure is. He"s done for. An" I"m sorry--though Al"s never been square--"
"Beasley," interrupted Dale, quickly, "you can"t say that to me. Al Auchincloss always was the whitest an" squarest man in this sheep country."
Beasley gave Dale a fleeting, dark glance.
"Dale, what you think ain"t goin" to influence feelin" on this range,"
returned Beasley, deliberately. "You live in the woods an"--"
"Reckon livin" in the woods I might think--an" know a whole lot,"
interposed Dale, just as deliberately. The group of men exchanged surprised glances. This was Milt Dale in different aspect. And Beasley did not conceal a puzzled surprise.
"About what--now?" he asked, bluntly.
"Why, about what"s goin" on in Pine," replied Dale.
Some of the men laughed.
"Sh.o.r.e lots goin" on--an" no mistake," put in Lem Harden.
Probably the keen Beasley had never before considered Milt Dale as a responsible person; certainly never one in any way to cross his trail.
But on the instant, perhaps, some instinct was born, or he divined an antagonism in Dale that was both surprising and perplexing.
"Dale, I"ve differences with Al Auchincloss--have had them for years,"
said Beasley. "Much of what he owns is mine. An" it"s goin" to come to me. Now I reckon people will be takin" sides--some for me an" some for Al. Most are for me.... Where do you stand? Al Auchincloss never had no use for you, an" besides he"s a dyin" man. Are you goin" on his side?"
"Yes, I reckon I am."
"Wal, I"m glad you"ve declared yourself," rejoined Beasley, shortly, and he strode away with the ponderous gait of a man who would brush any obstacle from his path.
"Milt, thet"s bad--makin" Beasley sore at you," said Lem Harden. "He"s on the way to boss this outfit."
"He"s sure goin" to step into Al"s boots," said another.
"Thet was white of Milt to stick up fer poor old Al," declared Lem"s brother.
Dale broke away from them and wended a thoughtful way down the road. The burden of what he knew about Beasley weighed less heavily upon him, and the close-lipped course he had decided upon appeared wisest. He needed to think before undertaking to call upon old Al Auchincloss; and to that end he sought an hour"s seclusion under the pines.
CHAPTER III
In the afternoon, Dale, having accomplished some tasks imposed upon him by his old friends at Pine, directed slow steps toward the Auchincloss ranch.
The flat, square stone and log cabin of unusually large size stood upon a little hill half a mile out of the village. A home as well as a fort, it had been the first structure erected in that region, and the process of building had more than once been interrupted by Indian attacks.
The Apaches had for some time, however, confined their fierce raids to points south of the White Mountain range. Auchincloss"s house looked down upon barns and sheds and corrals of all sizes and shapes, and hundreds of acres of well-cultivated soil. Fields of oats waved gray and yellow in the afternoon sun; an immense green pasture was divided by a willow-bordered brook, and here were droves of horses, and out on the rolling bare flats were straggling herds of cattle.
The whole ranch showed many years of toil and the perseverance of man. The brook irrigated the verdant valley between the ranch and the village. Water for the house, however, came down from the high, wooded slope of the mountain, and had been brought there by a simple expedient.
Pine logs of uniform size had been laid end to end, with a deep trough cut in them, and they made a shining line down the slope, across the valley, and up the little hill to the Auchincloss home. Near the house the hollowed halves of logs had been bound together, making a crude pipe. Water ran uphill in this case, one of the facts that made the ranch famous, as it had always been a wonder and delight to the small boys of Pine. The two good women who managed Auchincloss"s large household were often shocked by the strange things that floated into their kitchen with the ever-flowing stream of clear, cold mountain water.
As it happened this day Dale encountered Al Auchincloss sitting in the shade of a porch, talking to some of his sheep-herders and stockmen.
Auchincloss was a short man of extremely powerful build and great width of shoulder. He had no gray hairs, and he did not look old, yet there was in his face a certain weariness, something that resembled sloping lines of distress, dim and pale, that told of age and the ebb-tide of vitality. His features, cast in large mold, were clean-cut and comely, and he had frank blue eyes, somewhat sad, yet still full of spirit.
Dale had no idea how his visit would be taken, and he certainly would not have been surprised to be ordered off the place. He had not set foot there for years. Therefore it was with surprise that he saw Auchincloss wave away the herders and take his entrance without any particular expression.
"Howdy, Al! How are you?" greeted Dale, easily, as he leaned his rifle against the log wall.
Auchincloss did not rise, but he offered his hand.
"Wal, Milt Dale, I reckon this is the first time I ever seen you that I couldn"t lay you flat on your back," replied the rancher. His tone was both testy and full of pathos.
"I take it you mean you ain"t very well," replied Dale. "I"m sorry, Al."
"No, it ain"t thet. Never was sick in my life. I"m just played out, like a hoss thet had been strong an" willin", an" did too much.... Wal, you don"t look a day older, Milt. Livin" in the woods rolls over a man"s head."
"Yes, I"m feelin" fine, an" time never bothers me."
"Wal, mebbe you ain"t such a fool, after all. I"ve wondered lately--since I had time to think.... But, Milt, you don"t git no richer."
"Al, I have all I want an" need."
"Wal, then, you don"t support anybody; you don"t do any good in the world."
"We don"t agree, Al," replied Dale, with his slow smile.
"Reckon we never did.... An" you jest come over to pay your respects to me, eh?"
"Not altogether," answered Dale, ponderingly. "First off, I"d like to say I"ll pay back them sheep you always claimed my tame cougar killed."
"You will! An" how"d you go about that?"