"My job"s huntin"."
"Wal, it may be thet from sunup to sundown, but between times you"ll be sure busy otherwise, I opine," went on Lem. "Did you meet the boss"s son?"
"Yes, he was there. An" Belllounds made it plain I was to take orders from him an" not from his son."
"Thet"ll make your job a million times easier," declared Lem, as if to make up for former hasty pessimism. He led the way past some log cabins, and sheds with dirt roofs, and low, flat-topped barns, out across another brook where willow-trees were turning yellow. Then the new cabin came into view. It was small, with one door and one window, and a porch across the front. It stood on a small elevation, near the swift brook, and overlooking the ranch-house perhaps a quarter of a mile below. Above it, and across the brook, had been built a high fence constructed of aspen poles laced closely together. The sounds therefrom proclaimed this stockade to be the dog-pen.
Lem helped Wade unpack and carry his outfit into the cabin. It contained one room, the corner of which was filled with blocks and slabs of pine, evidently left there after the construction of the cabin, and meant for fire-wood. The ample size of the stone fireplace attested to the severity of the winters.
"Real sawed boards on the floor!" exclaimed Lem, meaning to impress the new-comer. "I call this a plumb good bunk."
"Much too good for me," replied Wade.
"Wal, I"ll look after your hosses," said Lem. "I reckon you"ll fix up your bunk. Take my hunch an" ask Miss Collie to find you some furniture an" sich like. She"s Ole Bill"s daughter, an" she makes up fer--fer--wal, fer a lot we hev to stand. I"ll fetch the boys over later."
"Do you smoke?" asked Wade. "I"ve somethin" fine I fetched up from Leadville."
"Smoke! Me? I"ll give you a hoss right now for a cigar. I git one onct a year, mebbe."
"Here"s a box I"ve been packin" for long," replied Wade, as he handed it up to Billings. "They"re Spanish, all right. Too rich for my blood!"
A box of gold could not have made that cowboy"s eyes shine any brighter.
"_Whoop-ee!_" he yelled. "Why, man, you"re like the fairy in the kid"s story! Won"t I make the outfit wild? Aw, I forgot. Thar"s only Jim an"
Blud left. Wal, I"ll divvy with them. Sure, Wade, you hit me right. I was dyin" fer a real smoke. An" I reckon what"s mine is yours."
Then he strode out of the cabin, whistling a merry cowboy tune.
Wade was left sitting in the middle of the room on his roll of bedding, and for a long time he remained there motionless, with his head bent, his worn hands idly clasped. A heavy footfall outside aroused him from his meditation.
"Hey, Wade!" called the cheery voice of Belllounds. Then the rancher appeared at the door. "How"s this bunk suit you?"
"Much too fine for an old-timer like me," replied Wade.
"Old-timer! Say, you"re young yet. Look at me. Sixty-eight last birthday! Wal, every dog has his day.... What"re you needin" to fix this bunk comfortable like?"
"Reckon I don"t need much."
"Wal, you"ve beddin" an" cook outfit. Go get a table, an" a chair an" a bench from thet first cabin. The boys thet had it are gone. Somethin"
with a back to it, a rockin"-chair, if there"s one. You"ll find tools, an" boxes, an" stuff in the workshop, if you want to make a cupboard or anythin"."
"How about a lookin"-gla.s.s?" asked Wade. "I had a piece, but I broke it."
"Haw! Haw! Mebbe we can rustle thet, too. My girl"s good on helpin" the boys fix up. Woman-like, you know. An" she"ll fetch you some decorations on her own hook. Now let"s take a look at the hounds."
Belllounds led the way out toward the crude dog-corral, and the way he leaped the brook bore witness to the fact that he was still vigorous and spry. The door of the pen was made of boards hung on wire. As Belllounds opened it there came a pattering rush of many padded feet, and a chorus of barks and whines. Wade"s surprised gaze took in forty or fifty dogs, mostly hounds, browns and blacks and yellows, all sizes--a motley, mangy, hungry pack, if he had ever seen one.
"I swore I"d buy every hound fetched to me, till I"d cleaned up the varmints around White Slides. An" sure I was imposed on," explained the rancher.
"Some good-lookin" hounds in the bunch," replied Wade. "An" there"s hardly too many. I"ll train two packs, so I can rest one when the other"s huntin"."
"Wal, I"ll be dog-goned!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Belllounds, with relief. "I sure thought you"d roar. All this rabble to take care of!"
"No trouble after I"ve got acquainted," said Wade. "Have they been hunted any?"
"Some of the boys took out a bunch. But they split on deer tracks an"
elk tracks an" Lord knows what all. Never put up a lion! Then again Billings took some out after a pack of coyotes, an" gol darn me if the coyotes didn"t lick the hounds. An" wuss! Jack, my son, got it into his head thet he was a hunter. The other mornin" he found a fresh lion track back of the corral. An" he ups an" puts the whole pack of hounds on the trail. I had a good many more hounds in the pack than you see now. Wal, anyway, it was great to hear the noise thet pack made. Jack lost every blamed hound of them. Thet night an" next day an" the followin" they straggled in. But twenty some never did come back."
Wade laughed. "They may come yet. I reckon, though, they"ve gone home where they came from. Are any of these hounds recommended?"
"Every consarned one of them," declared Belllounds.
"That"s funny. But I guess it"s natural. Do you know for sure whether you bought any good dogs?"
"Yes, I gave fifty dollars for two hounds. Got them of a friend in Middle Park whose pack killed off the lions there. They"re good dogs, trained on lion, wolf, an" bear."
"Pick "em out," said Wade.
With a throng of canines crowding and fawning round him, and snapping at one another, it was difficult for the rancher to draw the two particular ones apart so they could be looked over. At length he succeeded, and Wade drove back the rest of the pack.
"The big fellar"s Sampson an" the other"s Jim," said Belllounds.
Sampson was a huge hound, gray and yellow, with mottled black marks, very long ears, and big, solemn eyes. Jim, a good-sized dog, but small in comparison with the other, was black all over, except around the nose and eyes. Jim had many scars. He was old, yet not past a vigorous age, and he seemed a quiet, dignified, wise hound, quite out of his element in that mongrel pack.
"If they"re as good as they look we"re lucky," said Wade, as he tied the ends of his rope round their necks. "Now are there any more you know are good?"
"Denver, come hyar!" yelled Belllounds. A white, yellow-spotted hound came wagging his tail. "I"ll swear by Denver. An" there"s one more--Kane. He"s half bloodhound, a queer, wicked kind of dog. He keeps to himself.... Kane! Come hyar!"
Belllounds tramped around the corral, and finally found the hound in question, asleep in a dusty hole. Kane was the only beautiful dog in the lot. If half of him was bloodhound the other half was shepherd, for his black and brown hair was inclined to curl, and his head had the fine thoroughbred contour of the shepherd. His ears, long and drooping and thin, betrayed the hound in him. Kane showed no disposition to be friendly. His dark eyes, sad and mournful, burned with the fires of doubt.
Wade haltered Kane, Jim, and Sampson, which act almost precipitated a fight, and led them out of the corral. Denver, friendly and glad, followed at the rancher"s heels.
"I"ll keep them with me an" make lead dogs out of them," said Wade.
"Belllounds, that bunch hasn"t had enough to eat. They"re half starved."
"Wal, thet"s worried me more"n you"ll guess," declared Belllounds, with irritation. "What do a lot of cow-punchin" fellars know about dogs? Why, they nearly ate Bludsoe up. He wouldn"t feed "em. An" Wils, who seemed good with dogs, was taken off bad hurt the other day. Lem"s been tryin"
to rustle feed fer them. Now we"ll give back the dogs you don"t want to keep, an" thet way thin out the pack."
"Yes, we won"t need "em all. An" I reckon I"ll take the worry of this dog-pack off your mind."
"Thet"s your job, Wade. My orders are fer you to kill off the varmints.
Lions, wolves, coyotes. An" every fall some ole silvertip gits bad, an"
now an" then other bears. Whatever you need in the way of supplies jest ask fer. We send regular to Kremmlin". You can hunt fer two months yet, barrin" an onusual early winter.... I"m askin" you--if my son tramps on your toes--I"d take it as a favor fer you to be patient. He"s only a boy yet, an" coltish."
Wade divined that was a favor difficult for Belllounds to ask. The old rancher, dominant and forceful and self-sufficient all his days, had begun to feel an encroachment of opposition beyond his control. If he but realized it, the favor he asked of Wade was an appeal.
"Belllounds, I get along with everybody," Wade a.s.sured him. "An" maybe I can help your son. Before I"d reached here I"d heard he was wild, an" so I"m prepared."