THREE IS A CROWD
When Buck reached the line on his return Hopalong was the first man he
met and his orders were to the point: "Hold this line till h--l
freezes, drive all H2 cows across it, an' don't start a fight; but be
shore to finish any that zephyrs up. Keep yore eyes open."
Hopalong grinned and replied that he would hold the line that long and
then skate on the ice, that any cow found trying to cross would get
indignant, and that he and trouble were old friends. Buck laughed and
rode on.
"Red Eagle, old cayuse!" cried the line rider, slapping the animal
resoundingly. "We're shore ready!" And Red Eagle, to show how ready he
was to resent such stinging familiarities, pitched viciously and bit
at his rider's leg.
"Hit her up, old devil!" yelled Hopalong, grabbing his sombrero and
applying the spurs. Red Eagle settled back to earth and then shot
forward at top speed along the line trail, bucking as often as he
could.
It was not long before Hopalong saw a small herd of H2 cows on Bar-20
land and he rode off to head them. When he got in front of the herd he
wheeled and dashed straight at it, yelling and firing his Colt, the
horse squealing and pitching at every jump.
"Ki-yi, yeow-eow-eow-eow!" he yelled, and the herd, terror-stricken,
wheeled and dashed towards their ranch. He followed to the line and
saw them meet and terrorize another herd, and he gleefully cried that
it would be a "shore 'nuf stampede."
"Look at 'em go, old Skyrocket," he laughed. The horse began to pitch
again but he soon convinced it that play time had passed.
"You old, ugly wart of a cayuse!" he cried, fighting it viciously as
it reared and plunged and bit. "Don't you know I can lick four like
you an' not touch leather! There, that's better. If you bite me again
I'll kick yore corrugations in! But we made 'em hit th' high trail,
didn't we, old hinge-back?"
He looked up and stiffened, feeling so foolish that he hardly knew
enough to tear off his sombrero, for before him, sitting quietly in
her saddle and looking clean through him, was Mary Meeker, a
contemptuous firmness about her lips.
"Good-afternoon, Miss Meeker," he said, wondering how much she had
seen and heard.
"I'll not spoil yore fun," she icily replied, riding away.
He stared after her until she had ridden around a chaparral and out of
his sight, and he slammed his sombrero on the ground and swore.
"D--n th' luck!"
Then he spurred to overtake her and when he saw her again she was
talking to Antonio, who was all smiles.
"Coffee-colored galoot!" Hopalong muttered, savagely. "I'll spill him
all over hisself some day, th' squint-eyed mud-image! Th' devil with
him, if he don't like my company he can amble."
He swept up to them, his hair stirred by the breeze and his right hand
resting on the butt of his Colt. Antonio was talking when he arrived,
but he had no regard for "Greasers" and interrupted without loss of
time.
"Miss Meeker," he began, backing his horse so he could watch the
Mexican. "I shore hope you ain't mad. Are you?"
She looked at him coldly, and her companion muttered something in
Spanish; and found Hopalong's eyes looking into his soul, which hushed
the Spanish.
"You talk United States if you've got anything to say, which you
ain't," Hopalong commanded and then turned to the woman. "I'm shore
sorry you heard me. I didn't think you was anywhere around."
"Which accounts for you terrorizing our cows an' calves," she
retorted. "An' for trying to start a stampede."
Antonio stiffened at this, but did nothing because Hopalong was
watching him.
"You ought to be ashamed of yoreself!" she cried, her eyes flashing
and deep color surging into her cheeks. "You had no right to treat
them calves that way, or to start a stampede!"
"I didn't try to start no stampede, honest," he replied, fascinated by
the color playing across her face.
"You did!" she insisted, vehemently. "You may think it's funny to
scare calves, but it ain't!"
"I was in a hurry," he replied, apologetically. "I shore didn't think
nothing about th' calves. They was over on us an' I had to drive 'em
back before I went on."
"You have no right to drive 'em back," she retorted. "They have every
right to graze where th' grass is good an' where they can get water.
They can't live without water."
"They shore can't," he replied in swift accord, as if the needs of
cattle had never before crossed his mind. "But they can get it at th'
river."
"You have no right to drive 'em away from it!"
"I ain't going to argue none with you, Miss," he responded. "My orders
are to drive 'em back, which I'll do."
"Do you mean to tell me that you'll keep them from water?" she
demanded, her eyes flashing again.
"It ain't my fault that yore men don't hold 'em closer to th' river,"
he replied. "There's water a-plenty there. Yore father's keeping 'em
on a dry range."
"Don't say anything about my father," she angrily retorted. "He knows
his business better'n you can tell it to him."
"I'm sorry if I've gone an' said anything to make you mad," he
earnestly replied. "I just wanted to show you that I'm only obeying
orders. I don't want to argue with you."
"I didn't come here to argue," she quickly retorted. "I don't want you
to drive our calves so hard, that's all."
"I'll be plumb tender with 'em," he assured her, grinning. "An' I
didn't try to scare that other herd, honest."
"I saw you trying to scare them just before you saw me."
"Oh!" he exclaimed, chuckling as he recalled his fight with Red Eagle.
"That was all th' fault of this ornery cayuse. He got th' idea into
his fool head that he could throw me, so me an' him had it out right
there."
She had been watching his face while he spoke and she remembered that
he had fought with his horse, and believed that he was telling the
truth. Then, suddenly, the humorous side struck her and brought a
smile to her face. "I'm sorry I didn't understand," she replied in a
low voice.
"Then you ain't mad no more?" he asked eagerly.
"No; not a bit."
"I'm glad of that," he laughed, leaning forward. "You had me plumb
scared to death."
"I didn't know I could scare a puncher so easy, 'specially you," she
replied, flushing. "But where's yore sombrero?"
"Back where I throwed it," he grinned.
"Where you threw it?"
"Shore. I got sore when you rode away, an' didn't care much what
happened," he replied, coolly. Then he transfixed the Mexican with his
keen eyes. "If yo're so anxious to get that gun out, say so or do it,"
he said, slowly. "That's th' second time."
Mary watched them breathlessly, but Hopalong didn't intend to have any
fighting in her presence.
"You let it alone before I take it away from you," he said. "An' I
reckon you better pull out--you ain't needed around here. Go on,
flit!"
Antonio glanced at Mary for orders and she nodded her head. "I don't
need you; go."
Hopalong watched him depart and turned to his companion. "What's
eating him, anyhow?"
"I don't know. I never saw him act that way before."
"H'm. I reckon I know; but he don't want to act that way again," he
said, decisively. "Greasers are shore funny animals."
"All men are funny," she replied. "Th' idea of being scared by me when
you ain't afraid of a man like him."
"That's a different kind of a scare, an' I never felt like that
before. It made me want to kill somebody. I don't want you to get mad
at me. I like you too much. You won't, will you?"
She smiled. "No."
"Never? No matter what happens?"
"Do you care?"
"Do I care! You know I do. Look at me, Mary!"
"No; don't come any nearer. I must go--good-bye."
"Don't go; let's ride around for a while."
"But 'Tony may tell Dad; an' if he does Dad'll come up here an' make
trouble. No, I must go."
"Tell 'Tony I want to see him," he replied. "If he says anything I'll
make him pay for it; an' he won't do it again."
"You mustn't do that! It would make things all th' worse."
"Will you come up again to-morrow?"
She laughed. "That'll be too soon, won't it?"
"Not by a blamed sight."
"Well, I don't know. Good-bye."
"Good-bye," he said, holding out his hand.
She gave him her hand and then tried to push him away. "No, no! No, I
say! I won't come any more if you do that!"
Despite her struggles he drew her to him and kissed her again and
again.
"I hate you! I hate you!" she cried, her face the color of fire. "What
made you do it! You've spoiled everything, an' I'll never see you
again! I hate you!" and she wheeled and galloped away.
He spurred in pursuit and when he had overtaken her he grasped her
horse by the bridle and stopped her. "Mary! Don't be mad--I love you!"
"Will you let me go?" she demanded, her face crimson.
"Not till you say yo're not mad."
"Please let me go," she replied, looking in his eyes, "I'm not mad at
you; but you mustn't do that again. Won't you let me go before some
one sees us?"
He released her and she impulsively put her hand on his arm. "Look
out--an' watch 'Tony," and she was gone.
"Yo're th' best girl ever rode a cayuse," he muttered, joyously.
"'Look out--an' watch 'Tony,'" he cried. "What do I care about that
Greaser? I can clean out th' whole gang now. Just let 'em start
something."
When he neared the place where his sombrero lay he saw Johnny in the
act of picking it up, and Johnny might take a notion to make a race
out of it before giving it up. "Hey, you!" Hopalong cried, dashing
forward, "gimme that cover!"
"Come an' get it; I don't want it," Johnny retorted. "What made you
lose it?"
"Fighting."
"Fighting! Fighting who?"
"Just fighting, Kid."
"Ah, come on an' tell me," begged Johnny. Then, like a shot: "Was it
that Greaser?"
"Nope."
"Who was it?"
"None of yore business," laughed Hopalong, delighted to be able to
tease him.
"All right!" Johnny cried. "You wait; th' boys will be glad to learn
about you an' her!"
Hopalong's hand shot out and gripped his friend's shoulder. "Don't you
say a word about it, do you hear?"
"Shore. I was only fooling," replied Johnny. "Think I tell them kind
of things! Yo're a big fool, you are."
"I was too quick, Kid. I know yo're a thoroughbred. An' now I'll tell
you who I was fighting. Its was Red Eagle. He got a fit of pitching,
an' I had to take it out of him."
"I might 'a knowed it," responded Johnny, eying the tracks in the
sand. "But I reckoned you might 'a had a run-in with that Greaser. I
was saving him for myself."
"Why do you hate him so much more'n th' other Greasers?"
"Never mind that now. I'll tell you after I get him."
"Have you seen Buck since he came back?"
"No; why?"
Hopalong told him what the foreman had said and his friend grinned.
"The good old days are coming back again, Hoppy!" he exulted. "Now I
can kick th' shirt off'n that Greaser, can't I, if he gets gay?"
"If he don't kick yourn off first."
"I'd like to see him try it; or you, either! Mebbe you'd like to try
it now?"
"Shoo, fly! Shoo, fly," laughed Hopalong.
"Where are you going now?" asked Johnny.
"Where I please."
"Shore. I knowed that. That's where you want to go," grinned Johnny.
"But where do you want to go?"
"Where I can't go now."
"Ah, shut up! Come on. I'll go with you."
"Well, I'm going east to tell th' fellers what Buck said."
"Go ahead. I'm with you," Johnny said, wheeling.
"I didn't ask you to come."
"I didn't ask you to go," retorted Johnny. "Here," he said, holding
out a cigar and putting another in his mouth. "Have a smoke; they're
all right."
"Where the devil did you get 'em?"
"Up in Number Five."
"In Number Five!"
"Shore. Frenchy, th' son-o'-a-gun, had three of 'em hid over th'
windy," Johnny explained. "I hooked 'em."
"So I reckoned; did you take 'em all?"
"Was you going up?"
"No; but did you?"
"Well, I looked good, but I didn't see none to leave."
"You wait till he finds it out," Hopalong warned.
"He won't do nothing," assured Johnny, easily. "Anyhow, yo're as
guilty as me. He ain't got no right to cache cigars when we can't get
to town for any. Besides, he's afraid of me."
"Scared of you! Oh, Lord, that's good!"
"Quit fooling an' get started," Johnny said, kicking his friend's
horse.
"You behave, or I'll get that Greaser to lick you good," threatened
Hopalong as he quieted Red Eagle.
"Huh! He don't like fights."
"How do you know?"
"Because my grub is his poison; get a-going."
They cantered eastward, driving back Meeker's cows whenever they were
found too close to the line or over it, and it was not long before
they made out Lanky riding towards them. He had not yet seen them and
Johnny eagerly proposed that they prepare an ambush and scare him.
"He don't scare, you fool," replied Hopalong. "A joke is a joke, but
there ain't no use getting shot at when you can't shoot back. No use
getting killed for a lark."
"He might shoot, mightn't he," Johnny laughed. "I didn't think about
that."
Lanky looked around, waved his hand and soon joined them. "I see yo're
taking care of th' Kid, Hopalong. Hullo, Kid."
"Go to blazes!" snorted Johnny.
"Has he been a good boy, Hoppy?"
"No more'n usual. He's looking for Antonio."
"_Again_?" asked Lanky, grinning. "Ain't you found him yet?"
"Ah, go on. I'll find him when I want him," Johnny retorted.
When Lanky had heard Buck's orders he frowned.
"We'll hold it all right. Wait for Billy, he'll be along purty soon. I
left him chasing some cows."
"Got yore saddle so it'll stay together for more'n ten minutes at a
time?" asked Johnny.
"I bought Billy's old one," Lanky replied. "Got anything to say about
it?"
Billy Williams, pessimist by nature and choice, rode up and joined
them and, laughing and joking, they rode towards the Peak, to see if
Buck had any further orders. But they had not gone far before Hopalong
stopped and thought. "You go on. I'll stay out here an' watch things."
"I'm with you, Hoppy," Johnny offered. "You fellers go on; me an'
Hopalong'll take care of th' line out here."
"All right," replied Lanky. "So long."
A few minutes later Johnny turned in his saddle. "Hey, Billy!" he
shouted.
"What?"
"Has Lanky paid you for that saddle, yet?"
"Shore; why?"
"Oh, nothing. But yo're lucky."
Billy turned and said something to Lanky and they cantered on their
way.
"Hey, Hoppy; don't you tell Frenchy about them cigars," Johnny
suddenly remarked some time later.