"I reckon that"ll even up for that bacon performance," he remarked in reference to some past joke on himself.
At dusk three men threw open the outside door and entered. They found California John smoking his pipe contemplatively before a clean table.
"Now, you bowlegged old sidewinder," said Ross Fletcher, striding to the door, "we"ll show you something you don"t get up where you come from."
"What is it?" asked California John with a mild curiosity.
"Chicken," replied Fletcher.
He peered into the kettle. Then he lit a match and peered again. He reached for a long iron spoon with which he fished up, one after another, several dumplings. Finally he swore softly.
"What"s the matter, Ross?" inquired California John.
"You know what"s the matter," retorted Ross shaking the spoon.
California John arose and looked down into the kettle.
"Thought you said you had chicken," he observed; "looks to me like dumplin" soup."
"I did have chicken," replied the man. "Oh, you Miles!--Bob!--come here.
This old wreck has gone and stole all our chicken."
The boys popped in from the next room.
"I never," expostulated California John, his eyes twinkling. "I never stole nothin". I just came in and found a poor old hen bogged down in a mess of dough, so I rescued her."
The other man said nothing for some time, but surveyed California John from head to toe and from toe to head again.
"Square," said he at last.
"Square," replied California John with equal gravity. They shook hands.
While the newcomers ate supper, California John read laboriously his acc.u.mulated mail. After spelling through one doc.u.ment he uttered a hearty oath.
"What is it?" asked Ross, suspending operations.
"They"ve put me in as Supervisor to succeed Plant," replied California John, handing over the official doc.u.ment. "I ain"t no supervisor."
"I"d like to know why not," spoke up Miles indignantly. "You know these mountains better"n any man ever set foot in "em."
"I ain"t got no education," replied California John.
"d.a.m.n good thing," growled Ross.
California John smoked with troubled brow.
"What"s the matter with you, anyhow?" demanded Ross impatiently, after a while; "ain"t you satisfied?"
"Oh, I"m satisfied well enough, but I kind of hate to leave the service; I like her."
"Quit!" cried Ross.
"No," denied California John, "but I"ll get fired. First thing," he explained, "I"m going after Simeon Wright"s grazing permits. He ain"t no right in the mountains, and the ranges are overstocked. He can"t trail in ten thousand head while I"m supposed to be boss, so it looks as though I wasn"t going to be boss long after Simeon Wright comes in."
"Oh, go slow," pleaded Ross; "take things a little easy at first, and then when you get going you can tackle the big things."
"I ain"t going to enforce any regulations they don"t give me," stated California John, "and I"m going to try to enforce all they do. That"s what I"m here for."
"That means war with Wright," said Ross.
"Then war it is," agreed California John comfortably.
"You won"t last ten minutes against Wright."
"Reckon not," agreed old John, "reckon not; but I"ll last long enough to make him take notice."
XXIII
By end of summer California John was fairly on his road. He entered office at a time when the local public sentiment was almost unanimously against the system of Forest Reserves. The first thing he did was to discharge eight of the Plant rangers. These fell back on their rights, and California John, to his surprise, found that he could not thus control his own men. He wagged his head in his first discouragement. It was necessary to recommend to Washington that these men be removed; and California John knew well by experience what happened to such recommendations. Nevertheless he sat him down to his typewriter, and with one rigid forefinger, pecked out such a request. Having thus accomplished his duty in the matter, but without hope of results, he went about other things. Promptly within two weeks came the necessary authority. The eight ornamentals were removed.
Somewhat encouraged, California John next undertook the sheep problem.
That, under Plant, had been in the nature of a protected industry.
California John and his delighted rangers plunged neck deep into a sheep war. They found themselves with a man"s job on their hands. The sheepmen, by long immunity, had come to know the higher mountains intimately, and could hide themselves from any but the most conscientious search. When discovered, they submitted peacefully to being removed from the Reserve. At the boundaries the rangers" power ceased. The sheepmen simply waited outside the line. It was manifestly impossible to watch each separate flock all the time. As soon as surveillance was relaxed, over the line they slipped, again to fatten on prohibited feed until again discovered, and again removed. The rangers had no power of arrest; they could use only necessary force in ejecting the trespa.s.sers. It was possible to sue in the United States courts, but the process was slow and unsatisfactory, and the damages awarded the Government amounted to so little that the sheepmen cheerfully paid them as a sort of grazing tax. The point was, that they got the feed--either free or at a nominal cost--and the rangers were powerless to stop them.
Over this problem California John puzzled a long time.
"We ain"t doing any good playing hide and coop," he told Ross; "it"s just using up our time. We got to get at it different. I wish those regulations was worded just the least mite different!"
He produced the worn Blue Book and his own instructions and thumbed them over for the hundredth time.
""Employ only necessary force,"" he muttered; ""remove them beyond the confines of the reserve."" He bit savagely at his pipe. Suddenly his tension relaxed and his wonted shrewdly humorous expression returned to his brown and lean old face. "Ross," said he, "this is going to be plumb amusing. Do you guess we-all can track up with any sheep?"
"Jim Hutchins"s herders must have sneaked back over by Iron Mountain,"
suggested Fletcher.
"Jim Hutchins," mused California John; "where is he now? Know?"
"I heard tell he was at Stockton."
"Well, that"s all right then. If Jim was around, he might start a shootin" row, and we don"t want any of that."
"Well, I don"t know as I"m afraid of Jim Hutchins," said Ross Fletcher.
"Neither am I, sonny," replied California John; "but this is a grand-stand play, and we got to bring her off without complications. You get the boys organized. We start to-morrow."