“If this was August instead of May, I wouldn’t worry none about them pilgrims staying long,” Jack Bates voiced the thought that was uppermost in their minds.
“There comes two livery rigs to haul ‘em to the hotel,” Pink pointed out as he glanced toward town. “And there’s another one. Johnny told me every room they’ve got is spoke for, and two in every bed.”
“That wouldn’t take no crowd,” Happy Jack grumbled, remembering the limitations of Dry Lake’s hotel. “Here come Chip and the missus. Wonder what they want?”
The Little Doctor left Chip to get their tickets and walked quickly toward them.
“Hello, boys! Waiting for someone, or just going somewhere?”
“Waiting. Same to you, Mrs. Chip,” Weary replied.
“To me? Well, we’re going up to make our filings. Claude won’t take a homestead, because we’ll have to stay on at the Flying U, of course, and we couldn’t hold one. But we’ll both file desert claims. J. G. hasn’t been a bit well, and I didn’t dare leave him before—and of course Claude wouldn’t go till I did. That the passenger coming, or a freight?”
“It’s the train—with the dry-farmers,” Andy informed her with a glance at the nearing smoke-smudge.
“Is it? We aren’t any too soon then, are we? I left Son at home—and he threatened to run away and live with you boys. I almost wish I’d brought him along. He’s been perfectly awful. So have the men Claude hired to take your places, if you want to know, boys. I believe that is what made J. G. sick—having those strange men on the place. He’s been like a bear.”
“Didn’t Chip tell him—”
“He did, yes. He told him right away, that evening. But—J. G. has such stubborn ideas. We couldn’t make him believe that anyone would be crazy enough to take up that land and try to make a living farming it. He—” She looked sidewise at Andy and pursed her lips to Keep from smiling.
“He thinks I lied about it, I suppose,” said that young man shrewdly.
“That’s what he says. He pretends that you boys meant to quit, and just thought that up for an excuse. He’ll be all right—you mustn’t pay any attention—”
“Here she comes!”
A black nose thrust through a Deep cut that had a curve to it. At their feet the rails began to hum. The Little Doctor turned hastily to see if Chip were coming. The agent came out with a handful of papers and stood waiting with the rest. Stragglers moved quickly, and the discharged waitress appeared and made eyes covertly at Pink, whom she considered the handsomest one of the lot.
The train slid up, slowed and stopped. Two coaches beyond the platform a worried porter descended and placed the box-step for landing passengers, and waited. From that particular coach began presently to emerge a fluttering, exclaiming stream of humanity—at first mostly feminine. They hovered there upon the cindery path and lifted their faces to watch for others yet to come, and the babble of their voices could be, heard above the engine sounds.
The Happy Family looked dumbly at one another and drew back closer to the depot wall.
“Aw, I knowed there was some ketch to it!” blurted Happy Jack with dismal satisfaction. “That there ain’t no colony—It’s nothin’ but a bunch of schoolma’ams!”
“That lady ridin’ point is the lady herself,” Andy murmured, edging behind Weary and Pink as the flutter came closer. “That’s Florence Grace Hallman, boys.”
“Well, by golly, git out and speak your little piece, then!” muttered Slim, and gave Andy an unexpected push that sent him staggering out into the open just as the leaders were coming up.
“Why, how de do, Mr. Green!” cried the blonde leader of the flock. “This is an unexpected pleasure, I’m sure.”
“Yes ma’am, it is,” Andy assented mildly, with an eye cocked sidewise in search of the guilty man.
The blonde leader paused, her flock coming to a fluttering, staring stand behind her. The nostrils of the astonished Happy Family caught a mingled odor of travel luncheons and perfume.
“Well, where have you been, Mr. Green? Why didn’t you come and see me?” demanded Florence, Grace Hallman in the tone of one who has a right to ask leading questions. Her cool, brown, calculating eyes went appraisingly over the Happy Family while she spoke.
“I’ve been right around here, all the time,” Andy gave meek account of himself. “I’ve been busy.”
“Oh. Did you go over the tract, Mr. Green?” she lowered her voice.
“Yes-s—I went over it.”
“And what do you think of it—privately?”
“Privately—it’s pretty big.” Andy sighed. The bigness of that tract had worried the Happy Family a good deal.
“Well, the bigger the better. You see I’ve got ‘em started.” She flicked a glance backward at her waiting colony. “You men are perfectly exasperating! Why didn’t you tell me where you were and what you were doing?” She looked up at him with charming disapproval. “I feel like shaking you! I could have made good use of you, Mr. Green.”
“I was making pretty good use of myself,” Andy explained, and wished he knew who gave him that surreptitious kick on the ankle. Did the chump want an introduction? Well! In that case—
“Miss Hallman, if you don’t mind I’d like to introduce some men I rounded up and brought here,” he began before the Happy Family could move out of the danger zone of his imagination. “Representative citizens, you see. You can sic your bunch onto ‘em and get a lot of information. This is Mr. Weary Davidson, Miss Hallman: He’s a hayseed that lives out that way and he talks spuds better than anything else. And here’s Slim—I don’t know his right name—he raises hogs to a fare-you-well. And this is Percy Perkins”—meaning Pink—“and he’s another successful dryfarmer. Goats is his trade. He’s got a lot of ‘em. And Mr. Jack Bates, he raises peanuts—or he’s trying ‘em this year—and has contracts to supply the local market. Mr. Happy Jack is our local undertaker. He wants to sell out if he can, because nobody ever dies in this country and that makes business slow. He’s thinking some of starting a duck-ranch. This man”—indicating Big Medicine—“has got the finest looking crop of volunteer wild oats in the country. He knows all about ‘em. Mr. Emmett, here, can put you wise to cabbage-heads; that’s his specialty. And Mr. Miguel Rapponi is up here from Old Mexico looking for a favorable location for an extensive rubber plantation. The natural advantages here are simply great for rubber.
“I’ve gone to some trouble gathering this bunch together for you, Miss Hallman. I don’t reckon you knew there was that many dry-farmers in the country. They’ve all got ranches of their own, and the prettiest folders you ever sent under a four-cent stamp can’t come up to what these men can tell you. Your bunch won’t have to listen to one man, only—here’s half a dozen ready and waiting to talk.”
Miss Hallman was impressed. A few of the closest homeseekers she beckoned and introduced to the perspiring Happy Family—mostly feminine homeseekers, of whom there were a dozen or so. The men whom the hotel had sent down with rigs waited impatiently, and the unintroduced male colonists stared at the low rim of Lonesome Prairie and wondered if over there lay their future prosperity.
When the Happy Family finally made their escape, red-faced and muttering threats, Andy Green had disappeared, and no one knew when he went or where.