Part 33 (1/2)

”As soon as it clears, we'll give you an exhibition of fancy ridin',”

said the cowboy. ”But jest now the boys are dyin' fer some good singin'

an' music, and such.”

Dave and the others got their heads together, and the upshot of the matter was that an entertainment was arranged, to be given in the big dining-hall of the ranch house. One end of this room was elevated to form a stage, with big portieres for curtains, and Roger, Phil, and Dave rehea.r.s.ed several of the ”turns” they had done at various times at Oak Hall. The girls practiced a number of songs, and Laura and the senator's son decided to give a dialogue, which they called ”Which Mr. Brown Lives Here?”

Word was pa.s.sed around about the coming entertainment, and it was announced that it would be for the benefit of an old lady, the mother of a cowboy who had been killed in a cattle stampede the season before. The tickets were placed at one dollar each, the entire proceeds to go to the old lady. This charity appealed to the cowboys, and every one on the place took a ticket, and then got the cowboys from neighboring ranches to do likewise.

”We'll have to let some of them sit on the veranda and look in through the windows,” said Mrs. Endicott, when she heard how many tickets had been sold. ”The room won't hold half of them.”

”If we have to, we'll give a double performance,” said Dave. ”We want everybody to get his money's worth.” And then it was arranged that tickets should be good for either the ”matinee” or the night performance.

The first performance was given in the afternoon and lasted from three to half-past five o'clock. Every number on the programme went off without a hitch, and the cowboys applauded uproariously. During the intermission one cowboy got up very gravely and marched to the stage, where he deposited a round Indian basket.

”Fer extra contributions, boys!” he sang out, loudly. ”Don't be tight when thar's an old lady to help!” And he dropped two silver dollars in the basket. At once the other cowboys sprang up and marched to the front, and a steady stream of silver poured into the basket, much to the delight of everybody.

”Financially, this is going to be a great success,” said Dave, his face beaming. ”I only hope they really like the show.”

”They do, or they would soon let you know,” answered Belle. ”A cowboy isn't so polite as to make believe he likes a thing when he doesn't.”

The evening crowd was even larger than that which had gathered in the afternoon, and the seating capacity of the dining-room and the veranda near the windows was taxed to its utmost. The boys and girls started in to give exactly the same show as during the afternoon, and the first part went off very well. The Indian basket was again brought into play, and once more a shower of silver was poured into it.

”Mrs. Chambers will be more than delighted,” said Belle.

”How much money do you think we will have for her?” asked Jessie.

”Oh, ticket money and extra contributions, at least two hundred dollars.

It will be a splendid aid to the old lady.”

During the first part of the evening's entertainment, Dave had been much surprised to note the entrance of Hank Snogger, accompanied by two other cowboys from the Merwell ranch. Snogger looked a bit sheepish, as if realizing that he was out of his element. The other two cowboys were rough and hard-looking men, and had evidently been drinking.

”I didn't think we'd have anybody here from the Merwell place,”

whispered Phil.

”Well, I suppose some of our cowboys sold them the tickets,” answered Dave. ”I certainly didn't think that fellow, Snogger, would show himself.”

”The men with him are pretty loud,” said Roger. ”I hope they don't try to break up the show.”

The second half of the entertainment was in full swing when one of the men with Snogger commenced to laugh uproariously. His companion joined in, and both made such a noise that not a word spoken on the stage could be heard by the rest of the audience.

”Say, keep quiet there!” called out Sid Todd, who was acting as a sort of usher.

The two cowboys paid no attention to this request, but continued to laugh, and presently one of them joined in the chorus of one of the songs the girls and boys were rendering. He sang badly out of tune, and made such a discord that the song had to come to a stop.

”Go on! Go on!” he yelled, loudly.

”Whoop her up, everybody!” called his companion. ”All join in the glad refrain!” And he started to sing in a heavy, liquor-laden voice.

”You shut up or git out!” cried Sid Todd, striding forward.

”They don't mean no harm,” put in Hank Snogger, but he did not speak in positive tones.