THE MASTER MIND
For a while, at least, Buck seemed to cast his troubles to the four
winds and was a picture of delight; his happiness, bubbling up in every
word, kept his face wreathed in one vast smile. At last he had a man
whom he could trust. Jake was summoned and prepared the best meal he
could and the three sat down to a very good supper, Buck surprised to
find how hungry he had become. His visit to Schatz was forgotten as he
listened to Hopalong and Mary chatter about old times and people he
wished he could see again.
After a little, Hopalong noticed how tired his wife was and sent her to
get a good night's rest. The long railroad journey and the ride in the
buckboard had been a great strain on her.
When left alone, Buck demanded to know all about the Bar-20 and its
outfit and laughed until the tears came as he listened to some of the
tales. "What deviltry has Johnny been up to since I left?" asked Buck.
"Well, it's only been six months," replied Hopalong, "so you see he
ain't really had much time; but he 's made good use o' what he did have.
He fell in love again, had th' prospectin' fever, wanted to go down to
th' Mexican line an' help Martin. I had th' very devil of a time
stoppin' him. Him an' Lucas had their third fight an' Lucas got licked
this time; then they went off to Cowan's an' blew th' crowd, near havin'
another scrap 'cause each wanted to pay. He dosed Pete's cayuse with
whiskey an' ginger, chased Lee Hop clean to Buckskin, so we ain't got no
cook. Red licked him for that, so Johnny tied all th' boys together one
night, tied chairs an' things to 'em an' then stepped outside an' began
shootin' at th' stars. It was some lively, that mess in th' dark,
judgin' from th' hair-raisin' noises; it scared th' Kid all th' way to
Perry's Bend--leastways, we has no news for a week, when we hears he 'd
pulled stakes there, leavin' th' town fightin' an' th' sheriff locked up
in his own jail. Th' Bend has sent numerous invitations for him to call
again. From there he drifts over to th' C80, wins all their money an'
then rides home loaded down with presents to square hisself with th'
boys. He wanted to fight when I made Red foreman while I was away--it's
Red's first good chance to get square."
"That's th' Kid, all right," laughed Buck. "Lord, how I wish he was up
here!"
"Red, he's th' same grouch as ever but he's all right if Johnny 'd let
him get set. As soon as Red calms down th' Kid calls his attention to
somethin' excitin' an' th' trouble begins again. They all wanted to
come up here an' give you a hand till you got things runnin' right. I
told 'em I could get a better crowd in two days, so they stayed home to
spite me. From what I 've heard I wish I 'd told 'em they could
come--things 'd run smoother for you with them wild men buckjumpin'
'round lookin' for trouble. Like to turn Red an' Johnny loose up here
with a good grudge to work off. Th' railroad would report that Montana
was jumpin' east fast."
"What was that your wife called you?" asked Buck, curiously.
"Billy-Red," laughed Hopalong. "That 's her own name for me."
"Billy-h--l!" snorted Buck. "Billy-goat would suit you better."
"Say, Buck, Pete saw som'ers there was lots o' money in raisin'
chickens, so he borrows all our money, gets about a hundred head from
th' East, an' starts in. For a week there was lots of excitement 'round
our place--coyotes got so they 'd get under our feet an' th' nights was
plumb full o' hungry animals with a taste for chicken. We put up a
bomb-proof coop but they tunnelled it th' first night an' got all that
was left o' th' herd 'cept about a dozen what was roostin' high. Pete,
he was broken-hearted an' give up. He makes Mary a present o' what was
left of his stock, an' what do you think she give him for 'em? Two
day's work diggin'. He dug a ditch, four-sided, for th' foundations of
a new coop. Then he has to sink posts in it in th' ground an' fill th'
ditch with stones. Johnny got th' stones in th' chuck wagon from th'
creek, so as to square hisself with Mary, an' she give him a whole
apricot pie for it. He 's been a nuisance ever since. Well, th' posts
rose four feet above th' ground an' when that hen-corral was roofed
over, you could see, any moonlight night, plenty o' coyotes trottin'
'round it, prayin' for somethin' to happen. We got some fine shootin'
for a while. But I got other things to talk about, Buck--Texas can
wait."
"Kind of a dry job, Hoppy," replied Buck, going to a cupboard and
returning with a bottle.
"Better stuff than Cowan ever sold," smiled the visitor, and then
plunged into what he considered real news.
"When we got off th' train at Wayback, I went huntin' for a wagon an'
purty soon we was on our way to Twin River. I knowed we 'd have to
spend th' night there: Mary could n't stand forty miles in a buckboard
after that train ride. We had n't got very far from town when I hears a
hail an' looks around to see Tex Ewalt comin' up. He spotted me when I
left th' train but he did n't want to show he knows me there."
"What!" exclaimed Buck, in great surprise. "Tex Ewalt! Why, I thought
he went East for good."
"He thought so, too, at th' time," and Hoppy gave a brief history of
their friend's movements. "When he got back to th' ranch he was
restless an' decided to come up here an' help you. He 's been very busy
up here in a quiet way. He tells me he knows th' man that put th' itch
on yore range. Tex says he could 'a' stopped it if he knew enough to
add two an' two. But he says there 's another man behind him, slicker
'n a coyote. Tex 's been hopin' every day to rope an' tie him but he
ain't got him yet."
"Who is it?" asked Buck, with grim simplicity.
"Tex won't tell me. He says you can't do no good shootin' on suspicion.
He's tried watchin' him but he might as well be goin' to church when he
does leave home, his travels is that innocent."
"Why didn't Tex come here? I been wantin' one man I could trust, an' me
an' Tex could 'a' wiped out th' gang."
"He says different--an' he was afraid o' bein' seen. You see, that
would kill his usefulness. Just as soon as he could get to th' bottom
o' th' game an' lay his fingers on th' real boss, _then_ he 'd 'a' come
out for you in th' open, put th' boss in th' scrap-pile for burial, an'
burned powder till you had things where you wanted 'em. We about
concluded you ain't makin' good use o' th' punchers you got, Buck,
though I shore hates to say it."
"How can I make use o' men I don't trust? You don't know th' worst,
Hopalong--"
"About th' couple o' thousand head went swimmin'? I ain't heard much
else in Twin River. How 'd it happen?"
Buck ran over the day's occurrences graphically and without missing a
single point. Hopalong's thoughtful comment was characteristic of the
man upon whom Buck had unconsciously leaned in crises not a few.
"The two men on yore south pasture is liars," he declared. "Yore
foreman is some doubtful: 'pears like to me if he 's honest an'
attendin' to business, no point o' yore range ought to go shy o' him for
long. Th' Britisher 's white: it's no part o' his business to help you,
th' way Tex tells me; if he ain't square he just does his work an' don't
offer no suggestions. Th' other two is all right if they ain't just
fools what 'll do as th' foreman says 'cause he 's th' foreman, right or
wrong. That's how I reckons you stand. Now we got to prove it."
"Fire away," said Buck, earnestly. "I agrees to every word. Provin'
it's th' horse I ain't been able to rope."
"Th' outlyin' free range don't count. You ain't missed no cows in th'
round-up, has you?"
"No, they tallied high."
"Goes to show there 's a head to th' deviltry. You don't get no losses
on'y right on yore home range. Now, we divide th' range in sections, a
man to each section, an' work 'em that way a few days. There won't be
no night ridin' at first. Then we set 'em night ridin' when they ain't
expectin' it an' shift th' men every night. We soon know who to trust,
don't we?"
"Yo 're right--plumb right--an' it's so simple I ought to be fed hay,
for a cow. I got a map som'ers--or I 'll make one. We 'll lay out them
sections right now."
"That's th' talk! There ain't no time like right now for doin' most
things, Buck."
They were not long in laying out and perfecting their plans and had said
good-night when Buck suddenly remembered the picketed pony. He turned
it into the corral and went to bed. Smiler Schatz, sleeping the sleep
of the very wicked and the very innocent, did not dream how near he had
come to an incident more exciting than any he had ever passed through.