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
Johnny started forward, but the door closed in his face and he heard
the bar drop, and then the front door slammed. He tensed himself and
then relaxed, a smile lighting up his face like a sunrise bathing a
granite mountain. "This weather is bound to change," he said, loudly.
"I can feel cyclones in th' air--an' I ain't th' only one that had
better look to their tent pegs!" He reached Pepper in two leaps, the
second of which put him in the saddle, and he dashed off to find
Cimarron as though it were a matter of life or death.
The _segundo_ looked up, a covetous expression on his face. The black
whirlwind slid to a stop at his feet, a cloud of dust enveloping him
and drifting slowly south with the wind.
"I'm solvin' puzzles with an axe," came the astonishing statement from
the heart of the cloud. "I mean, have you got a match?"
The round-up boss put his fingers in a vest pocket and produced the
desired article. "I got one; but mebby you ought to roll somethin' to
smoke before you lights it."
Johnny scratched his head and burst into a roar of laughter, Cimarron
joining him purely because it was infectious.
"Seein' where you come from, I'd say you was _loco_," chuckled
Cimarron. "What's on yore mind besides matches an' axes?"
"Why, I was just wonderin' if you could take four hundred head of
these cows over to th' Double X, road brand 'em with th' Question
Mark, an' throw 'em in with Lin's hundred. McCullough shore is
countin' on gettin' five hundred from you fellers, and he shouldn't be
disappointed."
"I can do it unless I lose my health an' strength," answered the boss.
"We ain't got 'em here--but on yore way to town stop an' tell Slim an'
Larry to pick out as many as they can from that herd they're holdin'.
If we're still short we can get th' rest easy enough. Where you goin'
now?"
"To see Arch. I reckon he's got a new job if he wants it."
"That so?" replied the round-up boss. "He is a good man. You aimin' to
be in Dave's tonight?"
"I am."
"Slim an' Larry will stop there with th' tally figgers on their way
home. Are you reckonin' there'll be any blast tonight? They ain't in no
hurry--an' I'd just as soon come with 'em."
"There won't be no blast--that'll come later," replied Johnny, smiling.
"I only aim to light th' fuse tonight. Mebby it's a long one, an' mebby
it's busted somewhere."
"You move cautious just th' same after tonight," warned Cimarron.
"Some fuses hang fire; others get crossed, which cuts out some of th'
waitin'. You've been packin' in quite some giant, off an' on. I'd say
it's overcharged, with Squint, Smitty, Wolf, Lang, an' th' Doc all
packed in together. Don't you get slack, son."
"I'll be hummin' like a fiddle string," replied Johnny quietly.
"There's Arch, over there. See you later, mebby."
Arch tested an iron and put it back in the fire, and looked up. "Well,"
he said, smiling cheerfully, "we're near through."
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