Part 27 (1/2)

she said. ”But don't you reckon perhaps the men around did? Why, maybe even the girls kind o' did!”

”She's hard to beat, ain't she?” inquired Lin, admiringly, of me.

In my opinion she was. She had her wish, too about Texas; for we found him waiting on the railroad platform, dressed in his best, to say good-bye. The friendly things she told him left him shuffling and repeating that it was a mistake to go, a big mistake; but when she said the b.u.t.ter was not good enough, his laugh cracked joyously up into the treble. The train's arrival brought quick sadness to her face, but she made herself bright again with a special farewell for each acquaintance.

”Don't you ride any more cow-catchers,” she warned Billy Lusk, ”or I'll have to come back and look after you.”

”You said you and me were going for a ride, and we ain't,” shouted the long-memoried nine-year-old. ”You will,” murmured Mr. McLean, oracularly.

As the train's pace quickened he did not step off, and Miss Buckner cried ”Jump!”

”Too late,” said he, placidly. Then he called to me, ”I'm hard to beat, too!” So the train took them both away, as I might have guessed was his intention all along.

”Is that marriage again?” said Billy, anxiously. ”He wouldn't tell me nothing.”

”He's just seeing Miss Buckner as far as Edgeford,” said the agent. ”Be back to-morrow.”

”Then I don't see why he wouldn't take me along,” Billy complained. And Separ laughed.

But the lover was not back to-morrow. He was capable of anything, gossip remarked, and took up new themes. The sun rose and set, the two trains made their daily slight event and gathering; the water-tank, glaring bulkily in the sun beaconed unmolested; and the agent's natural sleep was unbroken by pistols, for the cow-boys did not happen to be in town.

Separ lay a clot of torpor that I was glad to leave behind me for a while. But news is a strange, permeating substance, and it began to be sifted through the air that Tubercle was going to G.o.d's country.

That is how they phrased it in cow-camp, meaning not the next world, but the Eastern States.

”It's certainly a shame him leaving after we've got him so good and used to us,” said the Virginian.

”We can't tell him good-bye,” said Honey Wiggin. ”Separ'll be slow.”

”We can give his successor a right hearty welcome,” the Virginian suggested.

”That's you!” said Honey. ”Schemin' mischief away ahead. You're the leadin' devil in this country, and just because yu' wear a faithful-looking face you're tryin' to fool a poor school-marm.”

”Yes,” drawled the Southerner, ”that's what I'm aiming to do.”

So now they were curious about the successor, planning their hearty welcome for that official, and were encouraged in this by Mr. McLean.

He reappeared in the neighborhood with a manner and conversation highly casual.

”Bring your new wife?” they inquired.

”No; she preferred Kentucky,” Lin said.

”Bring the old one?”

”No; she preferred Laramie.”

”Kentucky's a right smart way to chase after a girl,” said the Virginian.

”Sure!” said Mr. McLean. ”I quit at Edgeford.”

He met their few remarks so smoothly that they got no joy from him; and being asked had he seen the new agent, he answered yes, that Tubercle had gone Wednesday, and his successor did not seem to be much of a man.