Part 35 (1/2)
”But Mac didn't have a most particular engagement with the boys. There's a difference.”
”Why, I ain't got--” Reddy paused and looked around helplessly.
”Gents, I move y'u that it be the horse sense of the Lazy D that our friend Mr. Reddy Reeves be given gratis one chapping immediately if not sooner. The reason for which same being that he played a lowdown trick on the outfit whose bread he was eating.”
”Oh, quit your foolin', boys,” besought the victim anxiously.
”And that Denver, being some able-bodied and having a good reach, be requested to deliver same to the gent needing it,” concluded Missou.
Reddy backed in alarm to the wall. ”Y'u boys don't want to get gay with me. Y'u can't monkey with--”
Motion carried unanimously.
Just as Reddy whipped out his revolver Denver's long leg shot out and his foot caught the wrist behind the weapon. When Reddy next took cognizance of his surroundings he was serving as a mattress for the anatomy of three stalwart riders. He was gently deposited face down on his bunk with a one-hundred-eighty-pound live peg at the end of each arm and leg.
”All ready, Denver,” announced Frisco from the end of the left foot.
Denver selected a pair of plain leather chaps with care and proceeded to business. What he had to do he did with energy. It is safe to say that at least one of those present can still vividly remember this and testify to his thoroughness.
Mac drifted in after the disciplining. As foreman it was fitting that he should be discreetly ignorant of what had occurred, but he could not help saying:
”That y'u I heard singing, Reddy? Seems to me y'u had ought to take that voice into grand opera. The way y'u straddle them high notes is a caution for fair. What was it y'u was singing? Sounded like 'Would I were far from here, love.'”
”Y'u go to h.e.l.l,” choked Reddy, rus.h.i.+ng past him from the bunkhouse.
McWilliams looked round innocently. ”I judge some of y'u boys must a-been teasing Reddy from his manner. Seemed like he didn't want to sit down and talk.”
”I shouldn't wonder but he'll hold his conversations standing for a day or two,” returned Missou gravely.
At the end of the laugh that greeted this Mac replied:
”Well, y'u boys want to be gentle with him.” ”He's so plumb tender now that I reckon he'll get along without any more treatment in that line from us,” drawled Frisco.
Mac departed laughing. He had an engagement that recurred daily in the dusk of the evening, and he was always careful to be on time. The other party to the engagement met him at the kitchen door and fell with him into the trail that led to Lee Ming's laundry.
”What made you late?” she asked.
”I'm not late, honey. I seem late because you're so anxious,” he explained.
”I'm not,” protested Nora indignantly. ”If you think you're the only man on the place, Jim McWilliams.”
”Sho! Hold your hawsses a minute, Nora, darling. A spinster like y'u--”
”You think you're awful funny--writing in my autograph alb.u.m that a spinster's best friend is her powder box. I like Mr. Halliday's ways better. He's a perfect gentleman.”
”I ain't got a word to say against Denver, even if he did write in your book,
”'Sugar is sweet, The sky is blue, Gra.s.s is green And so are you.'
I reckon, being a perfect gentleman, he meant--”