"Ain"t you had anybody to spell you, Fatty?" broke in O"Brien.
"Yep. I got Haw-Haw Langley up there. But he ain"t much help. Just sits around with his hands folded. Kind of looks like Haw-Haw _wanted_ Jerry to pa.s.s out."
And Matthews went humming through the swinging door.
CHAPTER XV
OLD GARY PETERS
For some moments after this Buck Daniels remained at the bar with his hand clenched around his gla.s.s and his eyes fixed before him in the peculiar second-sighted manner which had marked him when he sat so long on the veranda.
"Funny thing," began O"Brien, to make conversation, "how many fellers go west at sunset. Seems like they let go all holts as soon as the dark comes. Hey?"
"How long before sunset now?" asked Buck Daniels sharply.
"Maybe a couple of hours."
"A couple of hours," repeated Daniels, and ground his knuckles across his forehead. "A couple of hours!"
He raised his gla.s.s with a jerky motion and downed the contents; the chaser stood disregarded before him and O"Brien regarded his patron with an eye of admiration.
"You long for these parts?" he asked.
"No, I"m strange to this range. Riding up north pretty soon, if I can get someone to tell me the lay of the land. D"you know it?"
"Never been further north than Brownsville."
"Couldn"t name me someone that"s travelled about, I s"pose?"
"Old Gary Peters knows every rock within three day"s riding. He keeps the blacksmith shop across the way."
"So? Thanks; I"ll look him up."
Buck Daniels found the blacksmith seated on a box before his place of business; it was a slack time for Gary Peters and he consoled himself for idleness by chewing the stem of an unlighted corn-cob, whose bowl was upside down. His head was pulled down and forward as if by the weight of his prodigious sandy moustache, and he regarded a vague horizon with misty eyes.
"Seen you comin" out of O"Brien"s," said the blacksmith, as Buck took possession of a nearby box. "What"s the news?"
"Ain"t any news," responded Buck dejectedly. "Too much talk; no news."
"That"s right," nodded Gary Peters. "O"Brien is the out-talkingest man I ever see. Ain"t n.o.body on Brownsville can get his tongue around so many words as...o...b..ien."
So saying, he blew through his pipe, picked up a stick of soft pine, and began to whittle it to a point.
"In my part of the country," went on Buck Daniels, "they don"t lay much by a man that talks a pile."
Here the blacksmith turned his head slowly, regarded his companion for an instant, and then resumed his whittling.
"But," said Daniels, with a sigh, "if I could find a man that knowed the country north of Brownsville and had a hobble on his tongue I could give him a night"s work that"d be worth while."
Gary Peters removed his pipe from his mouth and blew out his dropping moustaches. He turned one wistful glance upon his idle forge; he turned a sadder eye upon his companion.
"I could name you a silent man or two in Brownsville," he said, "but there ain"t only one man that knows the country right."
"That so? And who might he be?"
"Me."
"You?" echoed Daniels in surprise. He turned and considered Gary as if for the first time. "Maybe you know the lay of the land up as far as Hawkin"s Arroyo?"
"Me? Son, I know every cactus clear to Bald Eagle."
"H-m-m!" muttered Daniels. "I s"pose maybe you could name some of the outfits from here on a line with Bald Eagle--say you put "em ten miles apart?"
"Nothin" easier. I could find "em blindfold. First due out they"s McCauley"s. Then lay a bit west of north and you hit the Circle K Bar--that"s about twelve mile from McCauley"s. Hit "er up dead north again, by east, and you come eight miles to Three Roads. Go on to--"
"Partner," cut in Daniels, "I could do business with you."
"Maybe you could."
"My name"s Daniels."
"I"m Gary Peters. H"ware you?"
They shook hands.
"Peters," said Buck Daniels, "you look square, and I need you in square game; but there ain"t any questions that go with it. Twenty iron men for one day"s riding and one day"s silence."
"M"frien"," murmured Peters. "In my day I"ve gone three months without speakin" to anything in boots; and I wasn"t hired for it, neither."
"You know them people up the line," said Daniels. "Do they know you?"
"I"ll tell a man they do! Know Gary Peters?"
"Partner, this is what I want. I want you to leave Brownsville inside of ten minutes and start riding for Elkhead. I want you to ride, and I want you to ride like h.e.l.l. Every ten miles, or so, I want you to stop at some place where you can get a fresh hoss. Get your fresh hoss and leave the one you"ve got off, and tell them to have the hoss you leave ready for me any time to-night. It"ll take you clear till to-morrow night to reach Elkhead, even with relayin" your hosses?"
"Round about that, if I ride like h.e.l.l. What do I take with me?"
"Nothing. Nothing but the coin I give you to hire someone at every stop to have that hoss you"ve left ready for me. Better still, if you can have "em, get a fresh hoss. Would they trust you with hosses that way, Gary?"
"Gimme the coin and where they won"t trust me I"ll pay cash."
"I can do it. It"ll about bust me, but I can do it."
"You going to try for a record between Brownsville and Elkhead, eh? Got a bet up, eh?"