Johnny Nelson: How a one-time pupil of Hopalong Cassidy of the famous Bar-20 ranch in the Pecos Valley performed an act of knight-errantry and what came of itMulford, Clarence Edward
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Johnny Nelson: How a one-time pupil of Hopalong Cassidy of the famous Bar-20 ranch in the Pecos Valley performed an act of knight-errantry and what came of it
Mulford, Clarence Edward
Cowboys -- Fiction; Ranch life -- Fiction; Western stories
"Tell him to see me before he leaves the ranch," exclaimed Arnold.
"Why, we're sailing along at a great clip. Look here, Nelson, there's
a spare-room here--you come and use it until you ride south. You're
better than a tonic. Quit that hotel--God save the word--and come out
here."
"Well, I hardly think I can do that," smiled Johnny, "'though I'm
thankin' you, just th' same. I've got business close to Gunsight
that'll keep me there for quite a spell, but afterward, I'll mebby
spend a couple of days with you."
"Well, come when you can," replied Arnold. "If you think of anything
else this ranch needs to get from Highbank, order it. You can tell that
Arch that there's a job here if he wants it. I'll leave the question of
wages to you."
"All right, but I'll send him in, anyhow," said Johnny, arising. "I'll
be goin' now. You better stay where you are till th' Doc comes an'
looks you over," and he followed Margaret out.
"You are sure that you will have no trouble with Doctor Reed?" she
asked, as he stepped onto the porch.
"Why, no, Ma'am; th' Doc is seein' th' error of his sinful ways, an' I
reckons he'll do purty near anythin' I tell him to if I tell him right.
An' of course, I wouldn't tell him no other way."
"You are a puzzle to me," confessed Margaret, smiling. "I'm never quite
sure about you."
"Puzzle?" He turned his hat over and looked into it as if to find
something puzzling. "Why, Ma'am," he said, grinning, daring another
deep look into her eyes, "I'm as simple an' easy to read as a--as
a--Injun. Now if it was you I'd say there was a puzzle--but, pshaw!
I never was no good, at all, figgerin' puzzles. I remember once I
was watchin' some tenderfeet playin' billiards, when I was in Kansas
City, after leavin' some cattle at th' yards across th' river. They
did things to them balls that I never thought could be done, an' they
did them easylike. Billiards is mebby an easy game, Ma'am, for them
that knows how. It looked plumb easy to me, an' awful temptin'. I
got me a table over in a corner an' took off my coat. I ain't never
tried it since. Th' proprietor come a-runnin' an tells me that th'
blacksmith-shop is down th' street a couple of blocks. That's me,
Ma'am--my touch ain't gentle--I can't help smashin'. An' when somebody
gives me a puzzle to figger out I allus look to see if I can smash
through it. But puzzles ain't made that way I reckon."
Margaret stepped back into the kitchen, half closed the door and said,
quickly, quietly, although somewhat breathlessly: "There is no puzzle
worth the solving that the right man can't solve--if he tries hard
enough."
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