Part 32 (1/2)
If he made a success she _must_ take him seriously and--anyway, his train of thought led him to inquire:
”Don't you ever think about getting married, Pink?”
His partner regarded him in astonishment.
”Now wouldn't I look comical tied to one of them quails I see runnin'
around Prouty!”
”But,” Wallie persisted, ”some nice girl----”
”Aw-w---- I'd ruther have a good saddle-horse. I had a pal that tried it onct, and when I seen him, I says: 'How is it, Jess?' He says, 'Well, the first year is the worst, and after that it's worse and worse.' No, sir! Little Pinkey knows when he's well off.”
It was obvious that his partner's mood did not fit in with his own. The new moon rose and the crickets chirped as the two sat in silence on the fence and smoked.
”It's a wonderful night!” Wallie said, finally, in a hushed voice.
”It's plumb peaceful,” Pinkey agreed. ”I feel like I do when I'm gittin'
drunk and I've got to the stage whur my lip gits stiff. I've always wisht I could die when I was like that.”
Wallie suggested curtly:
”Let's go to bed.” He had regretted his partner's lack of sentiment more than once.
”Time to git into the feathers if we make an early start.” Pinkey unhooked his heels. ”Might have a little trouble hitchin' up. The two broncs I aim to put on the wheel has never been drove.”
CHAPTER XVIII
THE MILLIONAIRES
Pinkey was not one to keep his left hand from knowing what his right hand is doing, so the report had been widely circulated that ”a bunch of millionaires” were to be the first guests at the new Lolabama Dude Ranch. In consequence of which, aside from the fact that the horses ran across a sidewalk and knocked over a widow's picket-fence, the advent of Pinkey and Wallie in Prouty caused no little excitement, since it was deduced that the party would arrive on the afternoon train.
If to look at one millionaire is a pleasure and a privilege for folk who are kept scratching to make ends meet, the citizens of Prouty might well be excused for leaving their occupations and turning out _en ma.s.se_ to see a ”bunch.” The desire to know how a person might look who could write his check in six or more figures, and get it cashed, explained the appearance of the male contingent on the station platform waiting for the train to come in, while the expectation of a view of the latest styles accounted for their wives.
”Among those present,” as the phrase goes, was Mr. Tucker. Although Mr.
Tucker had not been in a position to make any open accusations relative to the disappearance of his cache, the cordial relations between Wallie and Pinkey and himself had been seriously disturbed. So much so, in fact, that they might have tripped over him in the street without bringing the faintest look of recognition to his eyes.
Mr. Tucker, however, was too much of a diplomat to harbour a grudge against persons on a familiar footing with nearly a dozen millionaires.
Therefore, when the combined efforts of Wallie and Pinkey on the box stopped the coach reasonably close to the station platform, Mr. Tucker stepped out briskly and volunteered to stand at the leaders' heads.
”Do you suppose we'll have much trouble when the train pulls in?” Wallie asked in an undertone.
”I don't look fer it,” said Pinkey. ”They might snort a little, and jump, when the engine comes, but they'll git used to it. That twenty-mile drive this mornin' took off the wire-aidge some.”
Pinkey's premises seemed to be correct, for the four stood with hanging heads and sleepy-eyed while everyone watched the horizon for the smoke which would herald the coming of the train.
”Your y-ears is full of sand and it looks like you woulda shaved or had your whiskers drove in and clinched.” Pinkey eyed Wallie critically as they waited together on the seat.