Till hunger drove him away he stayed, and his dreams were of the wide land he had left. When he again walked down Pacific Avenue the hall clock struck four, and after he had eaten he looked up at it and saw that it lacked but fifteen minutes of five.
“I’m supposed to meet her when she quits work,” he remembered, “and Lola and Freddie will go to the plunge with us.” He stopped and stared in at the window of a curio store. “Say, that’s a dandy Navajo blanket,” he murmured. “It would be out-uh-sight for a saddle blanket.” He started on, hesitated and went back. “I’ve got time enough to get it,” he explained to himself. He went in, bought the blanket and two Mexican serapes that caught his fancy, tucked the bundle under his arm and started down the street toward the office where Mary worked. It was just two minutes to five.
He got almost to the door—so near that his toe struck against a corner of the belabelled bulletin board—when a sudden revulsion swept his desires back like a huge wave. He stood a second irresolutely and then turned back. “Aw—hell! What’s the use?” he muttered.
The clock was just on the last stroke of five when he went up to the clerk in his hotel. “Say, when does the next train pull out?—I don’t give a darn in what direction,” he wanted to know. When the clerk told him seven-thirty, he grinned and became undignifiedly loquacious.
“I want to show yuh a couple of dandy serapes I just glommed, down street,” he said, and rolled the bundle open upon the desk. “Ain’t they a couple uh beauts? I got ’em for two uh my friends; they done me a big favor, a month or two ago, and I wanted to kinda square the deal. That’s why I got ’em just alike. Yes, you bet they’re peaches; yuh can’t get ’em like this in Montana. The boys’ll sure appreciate ’em.” He retied the bundle, took his room-key from the hand of the smiling clerk and started up the stairway, humming a tune under his breath as he went.
At the first turn he stopped and looked back. “Send the bell-hop up to wake me at seven,” he called down to the clerk. “I’m going to take a much-needed nap—and it’ll be all your life’s worth to let me miss that train!”
LORDS OF THE POTS AND PANS
The camp of the Flying U, snuggled just within the wide-flung arms of an unnamed coulee with a pebbly-bottomed creek running across its front, looked picturesque and peaceful—from a distance. Disenchantment lay in wait for him who strayed close enough to hear the wrangling in the cook-tent, however, or who followed Slim to where he slumped bulkily down into the shade of a willow fifty yards or so from camp—a willow where Pink, Weary, Andy Green and Irish were lying sprawled and smoking comfortably.
Slim grunted and moved away from a grass-hidden rock that was gouging him in the back. “By golly, things is getting pretty raw around this camp,” he growled, by way of lifting the safety-valve of his anger. “I’d like to know when that darned grub-spoiler bought into the outfit, anyhow. He’s been trying to run it to suit himself all spring—and if he keeps on, by golly, he’ll be firing the wagon-boss and giving all the orders himself!”
It would seem that sympathy should be offered him; as if the pause he made plainly hinted that it was expected. Andy Green rolled over and sent him a friendly glance just to hearten him a bit.
“We were listening to the noise of battle,” he observed, “and we were going over, in a minute, to carry off the dead. You had a kinda animated discussion over something, didn’t yuh?” Andy was on his good behavior, as he had been for a month. His treatment of his fellows lately was little short of angelic. His tone soothed Slim to the point where he could voice his woe.
“Well, by golly, I guess he knows what I think of him, or pretty near. I’ve stood a lot from Patsy, off and on, and I’ve took just about all I’m going to. It’s got so yuh can’t get nothing to eat, hardly, when yuh ride in late, unless yuh fight for it. Why, by golly, I caught him just as he was going to empty out the coffee-boiler—and he knew blamed well I hadn’t eat. He’d left everything go cold, and he was packing away the grub like he was late breaking camp and had a forty mile drive before dinner, by golly! I just did save myself some coffee, and that was all—but it was cold as that creek, and—” Habit impelled him to stop there long enough to run his tongue along the edge of a half-rolled cigarette, and accident caused his eyes to catch the amused quirk on the lips of Pink and Irish, and the laughing glance they exchanged. Possibly if he could have looked in all directions at the same time he would have been able to detect signs of mirth on the faces of the others as well; for Slim’s grievances never seemed to be taken seriously by his companions—which is the price which one must pay for having a body shaped like Santa Claus and a face copied after our old friend in the moon.
“Well, by golly, maybe it’s funny—but I took notice yuh done some yowling, both uh yuh, the other day when yuh didn’t get no pie,” he snorted, lighting his cigarette with unsteady fingers.
“We wasn’t laughing at that,” lied Pink pacifically.
“And then, by golly, the old devil lied to me and said there wasn’t no pie left,” went on Slim complainingly, his memory stirred by the taunt he had himself given. “But I wouldn’t take his word for a thing if I knew it was so; I went on a still-hunt around that tent on my own hook, and I found a pie—a whole pie, by golly!—cached away under an empty flour-sack behind the stove! That,” he added, staring, round-eyed, at the group, “that there was right where me and Patsy mixed. The lying old devil said he never knew a thing about it being there at all.”
Pink turned his head cautiously so that his eyes met the eyes of Andy Green. The two had been at some pains to place that pie in a safe place so that they might be sure of something appetizing when they came in from standing guard that night, but neither seemed to think it necessary to proclaim the fact and clear Patsy.
“I’ll bet yuh didn’t do a thing to the pie when yuh did find it?” Pink half questioned, more anxious than he would have owned.
“By golly, I eat the whole thing and I cussed Patsy between every mouthful!” boasted Slim, almost in a good-humor again. “I sure got the old boy stirred up; I left him swearin’ Dutch cuss-words that sounded like he was peevish. But I’ll betche he won’t throw out the coffee till I’ve had what I want after this, by golly!”
“Happy Jack is out yet,” Weary observed after a sympathetic silence. “You oughtn’t to have put Patsy on the fight till everybody was filled up, Slim. Happy’s liable to go to bed with an empty tummy, if yuh don’t ride out and warn him to approach easy. Listen over there!”
From where they lay, so still was the air and so incensed was Patsy, they could hear plainly the rumbling of his wrath while he talked to himself over the dishwashing. When he appeared at the corner of the tent or plodded out toward the front of the wagon, his heavy tread and stiff neck proclaimed eloquently the mood he was in. They watched and listened and were secretly rather glad they were fed and so need not face the storm which Slim had raised; for Patsy thoroughly roused was very much like an angry bull: till his rage cooled he would charge whoever approached him, absolutely blind to consequences.
“Well, I ain’t going to put nobody next,” Slim asserted. “Happy’s got to take chances, same as I did. And while we’re on the subject, Patsy was on the prod before I struck camp, or he wouldn’t uh acted the way he done. Somebody else riled him up, by golly—I never.”
“Well, you sure did put the finishing touches to him,” contended Irish, guiltily aware that he himself was originally responsible; for Patsy never had liked Irish very well because of certain incidents connected with his introduction to Weary’s double. Patsy never could quite forget, though he might forgive, and resentment lay always close to the surface of his mood when Irish was near.
Happy Jack, hungry and quite unconscious that he was riding straight into the trail of trouble, galloped around a ragged point of service-berry bushes, stopped with a lurch at the prostrate corral and unsaddled hastily. Those in the shade of the willow watched him,