"That was a good story, Parson--it"s straight, ain"t it?" asked Slim, as a wave of doubt swept over him.
"It"s gospel truth," answered the minister. "Do you know the moral of the story?"
"Sure," replied Slim. With a confidence born of deep self-a.s.surance, Slim launched the answer: "Don"t be a fatted calf."
At first his hearers did not grasp the full force of the misapplication of the parable. Mr. Price could not refrain from laughing. The others joined with him when the humor of the reply dawned upon them. Pointing scornfully at the fat Sheriff, they shouted gleefully, while Slim blushed through his tan.
"Now, if you"ll kindly show me where--" began Mr. Price.
"Sure. All the liquor"s in the kitchen--" said Sage-brush, expanding with hospitality.
Slim pushed Sage-brush back into his chair, and Parenthesis tapped the minister on the shoulder to distract his attention.
"Thanks. I meant to ask for a place to change clothes."
"Sure you mustn"t mind Sage-brush there," apologized Parenthesis; "he"s allus makin" breaks. Let me tote your war-bag. Walk this way."
"Good day, gentlemen," smiled Mr. Price. "When you are up my way, I trust you will honor my church with your presence--" adding, after a pause--"without waiting to lose an election bet."
The entrance of a Greaser to refill gla.s.ses diverted the attention of the guests until the most important function for them was performed.
With "hows" and "here"s to the bride," they drank the toast. Slim, as majordomo of the feast, felt it inc.u.mbent upon himself to keep the others in order. Turning angrily upon Sage-brush, he said. "Why did you tell the Sky Pilot where the liquor was?"
"I was just tryin" to do the right thing," answered Sage-brush defiantly.
"Embarra.s.sin" us all like that. You ought to know that parsons don"t hit up the gasoline--in public," scolded Slim.
Sage muttered sulkily: "I never herded with parsons none."
Parenthesis diplomatically avoided any further controversy by calling: "They"re gettin" ready. Jim"s got Jack in the back room tryin" to cheer him up. Boys, is everything ready for the getaway?"
"Sage-brush, did you get that rice?" demanded Slim.
"That"s so--I forgot. I couldn"t get no rice though. Dawson didn"t have none."
Without telling what he did get, Sage-brush ran from the room to the corral.
"I told you not to let him have anything to do with it," said Fresno, glaring at his fellow workers. Each was silent, as the accusation was general, and none had been taken into the confidence of Sage-brush and Fresno when arrangements were being made for the feast. Fresno had to blame some one, however. By this time Sage-brush had returned, carrying a bag.
"What did you get?" asked Slim.
"Corn," replied Sage-brush laconically.
"Ain"t he the darndest!" Show Low expressed the disgust which the others showed.
"Why, darn it," shouted Slim, shaking his fist at the unfortunate Sage-brush, "you can"t let the bride and groom hop the home ranch without chuckin" rice at "em--it"s bad medicine."
"Ain"t he disgustin"!" interrupted Fresno.
"What does rice mean, anyhow?" asked the bewildered Sage-brush.
"It means something about wishin" "em good luck, health, wealth, an"
prosperity, an" all that sort of thing--it"s a sign an" symbol of joy,"
rattled off Slim.
"Well, now, ain"t there more joy in corn than in rice?" triumphantly asked Sage-brush.
Slim jerked open the top of the bag while Sage-brush stood by helplessly. "Well, the darned idiot!" he muttered, as he peered into it. "If he ain"t gone and got it on the ear," he continued, as he pulled a big ear out.
"All the better," chuckled Sage-brush. "We"ll chuck "em joy in bunches."
"Don"t you know that if you hit the bride with a club like this--you"ll put her plumb out?" cried Slim.
Sage-brush was not cast down, however. Always resourceful, he suggested: "We"ll sh.e.l.l some for the bride, but we"ll hand Jack his in bunches."
The idea appealing to the punchers, each grabbed an ear of corn. Some brandished the ears like clubs; others aimed them like revolvers.
"I"ll keep this one," said Slim, picking out an unusually large ear.
"It"s a .44. I"ll get one of the Greasers to sh.e.l.l some for the bride."
The bride was arrayed in her wedding-gown. Mrs. Allen was ready for a fresh burst of weeping. The girls had a.s.sembled in the large room in which the ceremony was to be performed. Polly acted as her herald for the cowboys. Appearing in the doorway, she commanded: "Say, you folks come on and get seated."
Slim stood beside Polly as the boys marched past him. His general admonition was: "The first one you shorthorns that makes a break, I"m goin" to bend a gun over your head."
The guests grinned cheerfully as they marched past the couple.
"There"s a heap of wickedness in that bunch," remarked Slim piously to the girl. Tossing a flower to him as she darted away, she cried: "You ain"t none too good yourself, Slim."
"Ain"t she a likely filly," mused the love-sick Sheriff. "If there"s anybody that could make me good, it"s her. I"m all in. If ever I get the nerve all at once--darn me if I don"t ask her right out."
But Slim"s courage oozed as quickly as it had arisen, and with a sigh he followed his companions to the wedding.
CHAPTER IX
What G.o.d Hath Joined Together
d.i.c.k Lane, on leaving the hospital at Chihuahua, went straight to the fortified ledge where he had made his heroic defense. As he conjectured, the renegade, McKee, had got there first, and found and made off with the buried treasure. So d.i.c.k manfully set to work to replace his lost fortune. It seemed too slow work to go to his mine and dig the gold he immediately required out of the ground, so he struck out for civilization to sell some of his smaller claims. In the course of a month, at the end of which his wanderings brought him to Tucson, he had sold enough of his holdings to give him three thousand dollars in ready cash. As he was near the Sweet.w.a.ter, he resolved not to express the money to Payson, but to take it himself.
He entered the courtyard of Allen Hacienda while the wedding was taking place within. None of his friends would have recognized him. His frame was emaciated from sickness; his head was drawn back by the torture which he had suffered; he limped upon feet that had been distorted by the firebrands in McKee"s hands; and his face was overgrown by an unkempt beard.
Sounds of laughter fell upon his ears as he mounted the steps. He heard Fresno shout to Slim to hurry up, as he was telling the story about a fellow that was so tanked up he could not say "sasaparilla."
d.i.c.k halted. "There must be some sort of a party going on here," he thought to himself. "It won"t do to take Echo too much by surprise.
If Jack got my letter and told her, it"s all right, but if it miscarried--the shock might kill her. I"ll see Jack first."
d.i.c.k had ridden first to Sweet.w.a.ter Ranch, but found the place deserted. The party, he mused, accounted for this. While he was planning a way to attract the attention of some one in the house, and to get Payson to the garden without letting Echo know of his presence, Sage-brush Charley, who had espied the stranger through the window, sauntered out on the porch to investigate. Every visitor to the Territory needed looking over, especially after the trouble with Buck McKee.
Sage-brush was bound that there should be no hitch at the wedding of his boss.