Part 16 (1/2)
”Oh, shucks! That ain't nothin'! The boys was feelin' a little bit frisky, I reckon, and they maybe did let out a few whoops. But land love you! Mustn't mind a little thing like that. Still, if it's goin' to cause any uneasiness among the females, why I'll tell the boys to cut out all----”
”Oh, no, really we don't mind it!” declared Alice, impulsively, and again she blushed as the broadside of eyes was trained in her direction.
”Do be quiet!” whispered Ruth. ”I don't know what they'll think of you,”
and she adjusted her dainty lace cuffs, brus.h.i.+ng some engine cinders from them.
”I don't care,” Alice retorted, ”if they're going to be cowboys let them be natural.”
The same thought must have been in the mind of Mr. Pertell, for he said:
”Don't put yourselves out on our account, gentlemen. We don't want you to change your ways or customs just because we have come. We want to get moving pictures of the ranch and the cowboys, and we want them true to life. The ladies will soon get used to the firing. We have gone through worse things than that.”
”Well, I sure am glad to hear you say so,” was the hearty response. ”You see it's jest plumb natural for a cow-puncher to shoot off his gun, and it would come a bit hard to stop. But I reckon the boys has had enough for to-day. Now, who's the boss of this outfit?”
”I guess I am,” replied Mr. Pertell. ”I'll introduce you to the different ones when I get a chance. Just now I think we are all anxious to get to the ranch.”
”All right, jest as you say. My name is Batso--Pete Batso, and I'm foreman of Rocky Ranch. The Circle and Dot is our brand--you can see it on the ponies,” and he showed on the flank of his mount a circle burned in the hide--a circle in the center of which was a dot. Each ranch owner brands, with a hot iron, all his cattle, that he may pick out his own when they mix with another bunch at the grazing. Each ranch has a different brand, and they consist of simple marks and symbols, each one being properly registered in case of lawsuits.
”Now then,” went on Foreman Pete, ”if you're ready we'll start. The boys will stow away your traps in one of the wagons, and if you'll distribute yourselves in the other wagons we'll git along. I could have brought horses for all of you, but I wasn't sure how many could ride.”
”Very few of us do, I'm afraid,” observed Mr. Pertell.
”But I'm going to learn!” exclaimed Alice, promptly, and this time, when the eyes were turned toward her, she smiled back at the owners thereof.
”I'll be very pleased to show you how, Miss,” declared the foreman, with a low bow to the girl. Alice blushed, and Ruth looked annoyed; but Mr.
DeVere smiled indulgently. He understood Alice.
Trunks, valises and the various properties Pop Snooks had provided for the different plays were put in the wagon and then in the other vehicles the players themselves took their places.
”All ready?” asked Pete Batso.
”All ready,” answered Mr. Pertell.
”Let her go!” cried the foreman, and the cavalcade started off to the whooping and yelling accompaniment of the cowboys, though this time they did not fire their revolvers.
The pace was fast. In fact, everything out in the West seemed to be fast. No one walked who could, by any means, get a horse, and the horses, or cow ponies, seemed to be always on the trot or gallop when they were not standing still. A slow walk seemed to be the one thing they could not do. Even the teams attached to the wagons were off at the same fast pace.
It was a little breathless at first, but the players soon became used to it, and liked it. The rapid motion made a cooling breeze.
Rocky Ranch was located in a fine part of the country. The land was rolling, with occasional wide, level stretches. About two miles away was a timber belt, through which ran a stream of good water, and about eight miles to the west was a chain of hills, reaching finally into mountains, with an occasional _mesa_, or flat, table-like, isolated hill.
The ranch owner, Mr. Haladay Norton, possessed many cattle, which roamed about his broad acres. There were a number of ranch buildings, and accommodations for all the players, as well as for the necessary help in the line of cowboys. In fact, it was one of the largest and best ranches in that part of the country, which is the reason Mr. Pertell selected it for his purposes.
For some time, as the players rode along with the cowboy escort, they saw no signs of habitation. Off in the distance were dark moving bunches, that the foreman said were some of the Rocky Ranch cattle, and farther off could be seen the foothills.
Then, as the dust blew away, and the cavalcade topped a little rise, they all saw, nestled in a sort of hollow, or swale, a group of red buildings.
”There you are!” cried Pete Batso, pointing with gloved hand toward the collection. ”That's Rocky Ranch, and I kin smell supper cookin' right now.”
”Some nose you got!” observed a blue-eyed cowboy riding close to the wagon containing Alice and Ruth.