Bob Burton / or The Young Ranchman of the Missouri
CHAPTER I
MR. BURTON'S RANCH
"Harness up the colt, Clip; I'm going to the village."
"All right, massa!"
"What makes you call me massa? One would think I were a slave-owner."
"Can't help it, massa. There I done forgot it agin," said Clip, showing his white teeth – preturnaturally white they showed in contrast with his coal-black skin. "You see I used to say that to my old massa, down in Arkansaw."
"What's my name, Clip?"
"Mister Burton."
"Then call me Mr. Burton. Now go, and don't waste any time."
"All right, massa."
"That boy's incorrigible," said Richard Burton to himself. "He hasn't got cut of his early ways yet; careless and shiftless as he is, I believe he is devoted to me and my family."
Clip, as may be inferred, was a negro boy, now turned of fourteen, who for four years had been attached to the service of Richard Burton, a ranchman, whose farm lay on a small stream tributary to the Missouri, in the fertile State of Iowa. He had fled from his master in the northern part of Arkansas, and, traveling by night, and secreting himself by day, had finally reached Iowa; where he found a safe refuge in the family of Mr. Burton. Indeed he had been picked up by Bob Burton, a boy a year older than himself, who had brought him home and insisted on his father taking charge of the young fugitive. On a large ranch there was always something to do, and Clip was soon made useful in taking care of the horses, in doing errands and in many odd ways.
While waiting for the wagon, Mr. Burton went into the house, and sought his wife.
"Mamy," he said, "I am going to the village to pay Wolverton his interest."
"I wish he didn't hold the mortgage, Richard," said Mrs. Burton, looking up from her work.
"So do I, but why is it any the worse for him to hold it than for any one else?"
"Richard, you may think me foolish and fanciful, but I distrust that man. It is impressed upon my mind that he will some day do us harm."
"That is foolish and fanciful in good truth, Mamy. Now Wolverton seems to me a – well, not exactly an attractive man, but good natured and friendly. When I needed three thousand dollars last spring, on account of a poor crop and some extra expenses, he seemed not only willing, but really glad to lend it to me."
"He took a mortgage on the ranch," said Mary Burton dryly.
"Why, of course. He is a man of business, you know. You wouldn't expect him to lend the money without security, would you?"
"And you pay him a large interest?"
"Ten per cent."
"There isn't much friendship in lending money on good security at ten per cent., Richard."
"Oh, you put things in a wrong way, Mary. Money is worth ten per cent. out here, and of course I didn't want Wolverton to lose money by me. He could get that interest elsewhere."
"You are very unsuspecting, Richard. You credit everybody with your own true, unselfish nature."
"Why, that's a compliment, Mary," laughed the husband, "and deserves a kiss."
He bent over and touched his wife's cheek with his lips.
Mary Burton had reached the age of thirty-six, and was no longer in her first youth, but her face seemed even more lovelier than when he married her, so Richard Burton thought. He too was a man of fine presence, with a frank, open face, that invariably won the favor of those who met him for the first time. He was in the full vigor of manhood, and when he and his wife attended the Methodist church on Sundays, many eyes were attracted by the handsome couple. They had one son, Bob, who will soon receive attention.
"I have a great mind, Richard, to tell you why I distrust and fear Aaron Wolverton," said his wife after a slight pause.
"I wish you would, Mary. Perhaps, when I know, I can talk you out of your apprehension."
"Did you ever know that Aaron Wolverton was once a suitor for my hand?"
Richard Burton burst into an explosive laugh.
"What! That dried-up old mummy had the presumption to offer you his hand!"
"He actually did, Richard," said Mrs. Burton, smiling.
"I wonder you did not laugh in his face. Why, the man is fifteen years older than I am, twenty years older than you."
"That difference is not unprecedented. I did not reject him because he was older than myself. If you had been as old as he when you offered yourself, I think I would have accepted you."
"Poor old fellow! Did he take it hard?" asked Burton, half jocosely.
"If you mean did he show any traces of a broken heart, I answer no. But when, after pressing his suit persistently, he found my resolution to be inflexible, his face became distorted with passion. He swore that he would be revenged upon me some day, and that if I dared to marry any one else he would never rest till he had brought harm to the husband of my choice."
"I wish I had been there. I would have made him take back those words, or I would have horsewhipped him."
"Don't take any notice of them, Richard," said Mary Burton, hastily. "It will be much better."
"I agree with you," said her husband, his quick anger melting. "After all, the old fellow's disappointment was so great that I can excuse a little impetuosity, and even rudeness. You see, Mary, Wolverton isn't a gentleman."
"No; and never will be."
"He acted as his nature prompted. But it was all over years ago. Why, Mary, he is always friendly with me, even if I am your husband."
"That is on the outside, Richard; but I fear he is crafty. He is like an Indian; his thirst for vengeance keeps alive."
"Admitting all that, though I don't, what harm can he do, Mary, while I am here to protect you?" and the husband expanded his breast in conscious strength, and looked down proudly on his fair wife. "Why, I could wring his neck with only one hand."
"Well, perhaps I am foolish, Richard," the wife admitted.
"Of course you are, Mary."
Just then Clip put his head inside the door.
"De hoss is ready, massa!" he said.
"All right, Clip! I'll come right out."
Richard Burton kissed his wife hastily, and went out.
As he closed the door, a bright, handsome boy, strongly made, and bearing a resemblance to both father and mother, entered.
"Hallo, mother! Are you all right?" he asked.
"I hope so, Robert."
"You look serious, as if you were worrying over something."
"I was thinking of Mr. Wolverton. Your father has gone to pay him interest on the mortgage."
"Wolverton is a mean old hunks. He's got a nephew living with him, a boy about my age. He works him nearly to death, and I am sure the poor boy doesn't get half enough to eat."
"I was wishing your father didn't owe money to such a man."
"Oh, well, mother, there's no use in worrying. It's only three thousand dollars, and if we have a good crop next year, father will be able to pay off at least half of it. You can see we've got a splendid ranch, mother. There isn't another within twenty miles where the land is as rich."
"I shall be glad to see the day when the mortgage is wholly paid off, and we are out of debt."
"So shall I, mother."
"Does Mr. Wolverton ever take any notice of you, Robert?"
"He took some notice of me this morning," laughed Bob. "That reminds me. I just left three prairie chickens with Rachel in the kitchen."
"Did you shoot them this morning,