Fortunately the knife was knocked from Tolleston’s hand and his
six-shooter secured, rendering him powerless to inflict injury to any
one. The cattle count had ended, and escorted by a cordon of mounted
men, both horse and captive were led over to where a contingent had
gathered around to hear the result of the count. I was merely a
delighted spectator, and as the other men turned from the cattle and
met us, Lovell languidly threw one leg over his horse’s neck, and,
suppressing a smile, greeted his old foreman.
“Hello, Archie,” said he; “it’s been some little time since last we
met. I’ve been hearing some bad reports about you, and was anxious to
meet up and talk matters over. Boys, take those ropes off his horse and
give him back his irons; I raised this man and made him the cow-hand he
is, and there’s nothing so serious between us that we should remain
strangers. Now, Archie, I want you to know that you are in the employ
of my enemies, who are as big a set of scoundrels as ever missed a
halter. You and Flood, here, were the only two men in my employ who
knew all the facts in regard to the Buford contract. And just because I
wouldn’t favor you over a blind horse, you must hunt up the very men
who are trying to undermine me on this drive. No wonder they gave you
employment, for you’re a valuable man to them; but it’s at a serious
loss,—the loss of your honor. You can’t go home to Texas and again be
respected among men. This outfit you are with will promise you the
earth, but the moment that they’re through with you, you won’t cut any
more figure than a last year’s bird’s nest. They’ll throw you aside
like an old boot, and you’ll fall so hard that you’ll hear the clock
tick in China. Now, Archie, it hurts me to see a young fellow like you
go wrong, and I’m willing to forgive the past and stretch out a hand to
save you. If you’ll quit those people, you can have Flood’s cattle from
here to the Rosebud Agency, or I’ll buy you a ticket home and you can
help with the fall work at the ranch. You may have a day or two to
think this matter over, and whatever you decide on will be final. You
have shown little gratitude for the opportunities that I’ve given you,
but we’ll break the old slate and start all over with a new one. Now,
that’s all I wanted to say to you, except to do your own thinking. If
you’re going back to town, I’ll ride a short distance with you.”
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