Part 14 (1/2)

McGuire led the cavalcade as they dashed away for San Carlos, and the cow-punchers gave a yell of applause as they closed in behind his dust.

But in less than a mile he had lagged to the rear, and was last man when they struck the patch of high chaparral below the horse pens.

Behind a clump of this he drew rein, and held a handkerchief to his mouth. He took it away drenched with bright, arterial blood, and threw it carefully into a clump of p.r.i.c.kly pear. Then he slashed with his quirt again, gasped ”G'wan” to his astonished pony, and galloped after the gang.

That night Raidler received a message from his old home in Alabama.

There had been a death in the family; an estate was to divide, and they called for him to come. Daylight found him in the buckboard, skimming the prairies for the station. It was two months before he returned. When he arrived at the ranch house he found it well-nigh deserted save for Ylario, who acted as a kind of steward during his absence. Little by little the youth made him acquainted with the work done while he was away. The branding camp, he was informed, was still doing business. On account of many severe storms the cattle had been badly scattered, and the branding had been accomplished but slowly.

The camp was now in the valley of the Guadalupe, twenty miles away [46].

[FOOTNOTE 46: Another of O. Henry's lapses from geographical accuracy. The Guadalupe is much farther than twenty miles to the north and east from the setting of this story.]

”By the way,” said Raidler, suddenly remembering, ”that fellow I sent along with them--McGuire--is he working yet?”

”I do not know,” said Ylario. ”Mans from the camp come verree few times to the ranch. So plentee work with the leetle calves. They no say. Oh, I think that fellow McGuire he dead much time ago.”

”Dead!” said Raidler. ”What you talking about?”

”Verree sick fellow, McGuire,” replied Ylario, with a shrug of his shoulder. ”I theenk he no live one, two month when he go away.”

”Shucks!” said Raidler. ”He humbugged you, too, did he? The doctor examined him and said he was sound as a mesquite knot.”

”That doctor,” said Ylario, smiling, ”he tell you so? That doctor no see McGuire.”

”Talk up,” ordered Raidler. ”What the devil do you mean?”

”McGuire,” continued the boy tranquilly, ”he getting drink water outside when that doctor come in room. That doctor take me and pound me all over here with his fingers”--putting his hand to his chest--”I not know for what. He put his ear here and here and here, and listen--I not know for what. He put little gla.s.s stick in my mouth.

He feel my arm here. He make me count like whisper--so--twenty, _treinta_, _cuarenta_ [47]. Who knows,” concluded Ylario, with a deprecating spread of his hands, ”for what that doctor do those verree droll and such-like things?”

[FOOTNOTE 47: treinta, cuarenta--(Spanish) thirty, forty]

”What horses are up?” asked Raidler shortly.

”Paisano is grazing out behind the little corral, _senor_.”

”Saddle him for me at once.”

Within a very few minutes the cattleman was mounted and away. Paisano, well named after that ungainly but swift-running bird, struck into his long lope that ate up the ground like a strip of macaroni. In two hours and a quarter Raidler, from a gentle swell, saw the branding camp by a water hole in the Guadalupe. Sick with expectancy of the news he feared, he rode up, dismounted, and dropped Paisano's reins.

So gentle was his heart that at that moment he would have pleaded guilty to the murder of McGuire.

The only being in the camp was the cook, who was just arranging the hunks of barbecued beef, and distributing the tin coffee cups for supper. Raidler evaded a direct question concerning the one subject in his mind.

”Everything all right in camp, Pete?” he managed to inquire.

”So, so,” said Pete, conservatively. ”Grub give out twice. Wind scattered the cattle, and we've had to rake the brush for forty mile.

I need a new coffee-pot. And the mosquitos is some more h.e.l.lish than common.”

”The boys--all well?”

Pete was no optimist. Besides, inquiries concerning the health of cow-punchers were not only superfluous, but bordered on flaccidity.