Cassidy, Hopalong (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Western stories
Buck laughed and clapped his hands on Hopalong's shoulders. "I appoint
you foreman, an' you can't get out of it, nohow! Lemme shake hands
with th' new foreman of th' Bar-20--I'm one of th' boys now, an' glad
to get rid of th' responsibility for a while. Good luck, son!"
"No you ain't going to get rid of 'em," laughed Hopalong, but serious
withal. "Yo're th' foreman of this ranch till you leave us--ain't he,
boys?" he appealed.
Buck put his hands to his ears and yelled for less noise. "All right,
I'll play at breaking you in--'though th' Lord knows I can't show you
nothing you don't know now. My first order under these conditions is
that you ride south, Hopalong, an' tell th' news to Meeker, an' to his
girl. An' tell 'em separate, too. An' don't forget I want to see you
hobbled before I leave next month--tell her to make it soon!"
Hopalong reddened and grinned under the rapid-fire advice and chaffing
of his friends and tried to retort.
Johnny sprang forward. "Come on, fellers! Put him on his cayuse an'
start him south! We've got to have _some_ hand in his courting,
anyhow!"
"Right!"
"Good idea!"
"Look out! _Grab_ him, Red!"
"Up with him!"
"We ought to escort him on his first love trail," yelled Skinny above
the uproar. "Come on! _Saddles_, boys!"
"Like h--l!" cried Hopalong, spurring forward his nettlesome mount.
"You've got to grow wings to catch me an' Red Eagle! _Go, bronc!_" and
he shot forward like an arrow from a bow, cheers and good wishes
thundering after him.
* * * * *
Buck moved about restlessly in his sleep and then awakened suddenly
and lay quiet as a hand touched his shoulder. "What is it? Who are
you?" he demanded, ominously.
"I reckoned you'd like to know that yo're going to be best man in two
weeks, Buck," said a happy voice. "She said a month, but I told her
you was going away before then, an' you _might_, you know. I shore
feel joyous!"
The huge hand of the elder man closed over his in a grip which made
him wince. "Good boy, an' good luck, Hoppy! It was due you an' I
knowed you'd win. Good luck, an' happiness, son!"
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