TED'S INDEPENDENCE.
"Is this the Moon Valley outfit?"
A young cavalry officer galloped up to the head of a beef trail that
strung backward for the better part of a mile, the cattle plodding on
wearily, guarded by a dozen or more tired and cross cow-punchers.
"It is, lieutenant," answered Ted Strong, eying the epaulets on the
officer's tunic, and reading his rank.
The lieutenant was in anything but a pleasant frame of mind, and looked
sneeringly at Ted, and at the tired cattle behind him.
"Well, another fifteen minutes' delay would have cost you the contract,"
he said. "It seems to me that you have been taking your time. Don't you
know that a government contract means business, and that to-day doesn't
mean to-morrow?"
This was said in such an uppish and unpleasant manner that Ted could
scarce restrain an angry reply, for he was tired out with the long
drive, which had been unusually full of dangers and vexatious delays.
But instead of making a sharp answer he merely smiled at the officer,
and said:
"Yes, I understand all about government contracts and the penalties for
not living up to them. But I am within the government reservation, and
here are my cattle, and I have, as you say, fifteen minutes to spare."
"Well, we consider that you are overdue, as you should have been here in
time to have the cattle inspected and formally accepted before the time
allowance elapsed."
"Nothing in the contract that says so," said Ted, still pleasantly.
"Well, it's usage, and that goes in the army."
"I'm not in the army."
"I don't want any words with you on the matter. It is sufficient that
you are late, and that you have been the cause of a great deal of worry
and annoyance."
Ted was beginning to get angry at the officer's tone and looks.
He turned from the lieutenant to the herd, and shouted:
"Bud, round 'em up and bed 'em. This is as far as we go to-night."
"No, you don't," said the lieutenant. "You will drive into the
quarantine pasture, where your stock will be inspected in the morning."
Ted paid no attention to him, and the rounding up of the herd began as
he had ordered, while the lieutenant fumed and fussed and swore.
At last he could stand it no longer, and dashed away from Ted's side to
where Bud was superintending the work of the cow-punchers.
"Here, none of that," he said brusquely to Bud, who looked even more
disreputable than Ted.
"See here, who are you alludin' at?" asked Bud, wheeling around on him.
"I'm talking to you. I want those cattle driven in to the pasture, and I
want no delay or nonsense about it," cried the officer angrily.
"Now, run along, little soldier boy, don't yer see I'm busy?" Bud looked
at the officer with a tolerant pity.
Ted now rode up and interfered.
"I'm capable of giving all the orders necessary to my men," he said
gently. "You will please not interfere."
"Who are you?" asked the lieutenant, with a sneer.
"My name is Ted Strong."
The lieutenant looked at him with some curiosity and respect.
"Oh," he said. "I thought perhaps you were some kind of a foreman. My
name is Lieutenant Barrows."
Ted acknowledged it with a slight bow.
"I am in charge of this delivery of beef to the department, and as you
are already late I wish you to send this herd further into the
reservation."
"I am sorry I cannot comply with your wish," said Ted, "but it will be
impossible to-night. The cattle made a forced march to-day, and are
tired out, and, besides, they have just been watered, and have only time
to graze a full feed before they bed. I am explaining all this to show
you that my action in not doing what you wish was not through spite, but
in the best interests of both the government and ourselves."
"It is my duty to inspect the animals, and----"
"I can't help that. The cattle do not go forward a foot farther
to-night. I will get them into the pasture early in the morning."
"That will be too late," said the officer curtly. "I shall inform the
commandant of the post, Colonel Croffut, that you are late and that you
refuse to obey orders."
"Confound your impudence, who are you to give orders to me?" asked Ted,
mad in a minute.
"As I told you, I am the inspector, and it seems to me that it would be
good policy, to say the least, to cater to my wishes somewhat."
"What do I care for your wishes? Less than that, if I am doing the right
thing and stand within my own rights;" and he snapped his fingers.
"Perhaps you may be sorry."
"That's my affair."
"Very well. I am to understand that you refuse to move the cattle on
to-night."
"You've got it right."
The lieutenant bowed, and, turning, rode slowly away with an ugly scowl
on his face.
"I reckon Little Bright Eyes has got it in fer you now," said Bud, who
had ridden up in time to hear this part of the conversation. "He's
aimin' ter do some dirty work, I reckon."
"Oh, bother him! He got me all worked up and angry, and that always
makes me feel bad. I wish he had happened to be somewhere else. Forget
him! We'll drive the herd in early in the morning. He couldn't have
inspected the beeves this evening, anyway."
It took some little time to get the big herd in shape for the night, and
Ted was washing himself and putting on some clean clothes when a soldier
dashed up on a horse and asked for Mr. Strong.
"I am Strong," said Ted, rubbing his head and neck vigorously with a
rough towel.
The soldier looked at Ted in some surprise, as the colonel had alluded
to him as the "government beef contractor."
"Well?" said Ted.
"I guess it's your father I want," said the soldier.
"Guess again. There's no such person here."
"Are you the beef contractor?"
"Surest thing you know. What do you want?"
"Colonel's compliments, sir, and the colonel would like to have you call
at his quarters at the first convenient moment."
"What about? These beef cattle?"
"I don't know, sir; I didn't hear him say."
"All right. Tell him I'll be there in a few minutes. Where is his
house?"
"Last house on the right-hand side of the parade, as you go in."
Ted nodded, and went on dressing himself. He was as tired as a dog, but
he supposed the commandant wanted to talk to him about the cattle, and
he would have to go.
As he rode up to the commandant's quarters he saw a young man and a very
pretty girl talking on the veranda, and when he had ascended the steps
he saw that the man was none other than Lieutenant Barrows.
He was just about to ring the bell when the girl looked at him, and her
eyes brightened because Ted Strong, straight and stalwart, with his
fine, handsome head and straightforward, honest eyes, was a person very
good to look at.
"Do you wish to see papa?" she asked, coming forward.
"Colonel Croffut expressed a desire to speak with me," answered Ted,
lifting his hat.
"If you will wait a moment I will call him," said Miss Croffut, for, of
course, Ted had guessed who she was from her question.
She tripped into the hall, and called to her father, and then entered a
room, and was followed by the commandant himself.
"So you are Ted Strong, the beef contractor," said Colonel Croffut,
looking Ted over.
The colonel was a big man with a pink face and a brusque manner.
"I am," said Ted coolly.
"Excuse me. Take a seat. You needn't go, Hallie. Keep your seat,
Barrows." The colonel motioned Ted into a chair, and took one himself.
For several minutes he sat blowing clouds of smoke into the air from his
cigar, but saying nothing.
Miss Croffut and Lieutenant Barrows continued their conversation about
lawn tennis and riding, as if Ted were not there, but the lieutenant
observed that Miss Croffut's eyes strayed often toward Ted, and it made
him irritable.
"See here, young man," said the colonel, turning suddenly upon Ted in a
manner that in another person would indicate that the commandant was
very angry. "What do you mean by sending such a message to me?"
"I sent no message to you," said Ted quietly. "I didn't even know your
name until your striker mentioned it to me a few minutes ago."
Had Ted looked at the young lady at the other end of the veranda he
would have seen an irrepressible smile flit across her features, as she
looked at her father.
"That was a facer for dad," she whispered to Lieutenant Barrows, who
frowned. "The idea of telling papa that he had never heard of him, the
great warrior and Indian fighter, Colonel Croffut."
The colonel stared at Ted with a sort of amazement for a moment, and
grunted:
"Well, you're likely to know a great deal more about me before we're
through with one another."
"I hope so," said Ted pleasantly. "But what is your business with me?"
"I'll speak of it when I come to it," said the old soldier.
"Then you'll have to be quick about it, for I've been in the saddle
continuously for six weeks, and I'm tired. Besides, I've got a day's
work to do before I turn in to-night."
There was something crisp and business-like in Ted's speech, and not at
all impertinent, that caused the colonel to look at him again.
"What's this I hear about your refusal to accede to our just demand that
the cattle intended to fill your contract be turned into our pasture?"
asked the colonel sharply.
"Only this," answered Ted: "I arrived here just in time, with my stock
worn out from forced marches. I had just let them have all the water
they could drink, and it was necessary that they should have a good feed
in order to rest well to-night to be in condition to stand inspection
to-morrow. I was well within my rights in deciding not to move them any
farther to-night."
"I understand that you were impertinent to the officer who made this
request to you," thundered the colonel.
Ted laughed softly to himself.
"If I was impertinent to him I was there and perfectly responsible,
personally, for my conduct. It was wholly unofficial, and I cannot see
why he should come to you with it."
Ted looked at the lieutenant, who had flushed angrily.
The girl looked from Ted to Barrows, and then at her father.
"That is not the question, sir. He represents the army in his person
when he comes to you on the army's business."
"Well, I can't fight the whole army," said Ted, laughing, "but I can
certainly take care of myself in all ordinary matters."
Barrows half rose in his chair as if he was going to resent Ted's
remark.
"Sit down, Barrows," said the colonel explosively. "The young man is
right as far as that is concerned. Now, sir, I've half a mind not to
accept your beef at all. I consider that you have not properly filled
the contract."
"I certainly have," said Ted stoutly. "The beef was on the government
reservation fifteen minutes before the time limit according to the
acknowledgment of Lieutenant Barrows himself."
"I said no such thing," almost shouted the lieutenant.
"Be careful," said Ted. "That is giving me the lie direct. Several of my
men heard you say so."
"Mr. Barrows, please be quiet," said Miss Croffut. "I shall go in."
"I beg your pardon, Miss Croffut," said Ted, rising and bowing. "I had
no intention of carrying on a quarrel in your presence. Colonel, I shall
be glad to discuss this matter with you in your office if you wish, but
not here. I have no quarrel with you, and I do not propose to, if I can
avoid it."
"I presume you mean that you would quarrel with me," said Barrows,
blustering up.
"I have no objection in the world, but not in a lady's presence," said
Ted, turning from him carelessly.
"I don't like your attitude at all, Mr. Strong," said the colonel. "That
is not my idea of army discipline, in fact, sir----"
"Excuse me, colonel," said an officer, bustling up, "don't forget that
to-morrow is beef-issue day to the Indians, and that we must have three
hundred head before noon to-morrow. There is not a hoof in the
government pasture."
Barrows was trying to attract the other officer's attention with
vigorous shakes of his head, which Ted, although his back was toward
Barrows, saw reflected in the window.
What could the matter be? Were they so short of beef at the post and a
beef issue coming off, and then attempt to bluff him with their army
rulings? He saw through it all, and now he would stand pat, and take
nobody's bluff.
The officer walked away at a signal from the colonel, who turned to Ted.
"I want you to go back to your herd and drive it into the government
pasture at once, do you hear, at once?" he said in a tone of great
severity.
"I think not," said Ted. "The herd stays where it is until morning, or
if it must be driven at all it will be over the way it came."
"What do you mean, sir?"
"I mean that I forfeit the contract. The cattle are mine to do with as I
please. I shall immediately proceed to drive them off the reservation."
"But that will ruin you."
"That's my business. Good evening, sir."
"Wait a moment. Don't you know that we must have the beef; that there is
an Indian beef issue to-morrow?"
"I didn't know it until a moment ago. Now I know a lot more than I did
when I came here."
"Confound it, boy, there'll be an Indian uprising if we don't give them
their beef to-morrow."
"That's for you to take care of. Good evening. The contract is declared
off."