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第6章 THE KING OF THE BIG HORN COUNTRY(2)

At this opportune juncture arrived the mistress of the "gasoline bronc," neatly clad in a simple white lawn with blue trimmings.She looked like a gleam of sunshine in her fresh, sweet youth; and not even in her ownschool room had she ever found herself the focus of a cleaner, more unstinted admiration.For the outdoors West takes off its hat reverently to women worthy of respect, especially when they are young and friendly.

Helen Messiter had come to Wyoming because the call of adventure, the desire for experience outside of rutted convention, were stirring her warm-blooded youth.She had seen enough of life lived in a parlor, and when there came knocking at her door a chance to know the big, untamed outdoors at first hand she had at once embraced it like a lover.She was eager for her new life, and she set out skillfully to make these men tell her what she wanted to know.To them, of course, it was an old story, and whatever of romance it held was unconscious.But since she wanted to talk of the West they were more than ready to please her.

So she listened, and drew them out with adroit questions when it was necessary.She made them talk of life on the open range, of rustlers and those who lived outside the law in the upper Shoshone country, of the deadly war waging between the cattle and sheep industries.

"Are there any sheep near the Lazy D ranch?" she asked, intensely interested in Soapy's tale of how cattle and sheep could no more be got to mix than oil and water.

For an instant nobody answered her question; then Soapy replied, with what seemed elaborate carelessness:

"Ned Bannister runs a bunch of about twelve thousand not more'n fifteen or twenty miles from your place.""And you say they are spoiling the range?" "They're ce'tainly spoiling it for cows.""But can't something be done? If my cows were there first I don't see what right he has to bring his sheep there," the girl frowned.

The assembled company attended strictly to supper.The girl, surprised at the stillness, looked round."Well?""Now you're shouting, ma'am! That's what we say," enthused Texas, spurring to the rescue.

"It doesn't much matter what you say.What do you do?" asked Helen, impatiently."Do you lie down and let Mr.Bannister and his kind drive their sheep over you?""Do we, Soapy?" grinned Texas.Yet it seemed to her his smile was not quite carefree.

"I'm not a cowman myself," explained Soapy to the girl."Nor do I run sheep.I--""Tell Miss Messiter what yore business is, Soapy," advised Yorky from the end of the table, with a mouthful of biscuit swelling his cheeks.

Soapy crushed the irrepressible Yorky with a look, but that young man hit back smilingly.

"Soapy, he sells soap, ma'am.He's a sorter city salesman, I reckon.""I should never have guessed it.Mr.Sothern does not LOOK like a salesman," said the girl, with a glance at his shrewd, hard, expressionless face.

"Yes, ma'am, he's a first-class seller of soap, is Mr.Sothern," chuckled the cow-puncher, kicking his friends gayly under the table.

"You can see I never sold HIM any, Miss Messiter," came back Soapy, sorrowfully.

All this was Greek to the young lady from Kalamazoo.How was she to know that Mr.Sothern had vended his soap in small cubes on street corners, and that he wrapped bank notes of various denominations in the bars, which same were retailed to eager customers for the small sum of fifty cents, after a guarantee that the soap was good? His customers rarely patronized him twice; and frequently they used bad language because the soap wrapping was not as valuable as they had expected.This was manifestly unfair, for Mr.Sothern, who made no claims to philanthropy, often warned them that the soap should be bought on its merits, and not with an eye single to the premium that might or might not accompany the package.

"I started to tell you, ma'am, when that infant interrupted, that the cowmen don't aim to quit business yet a while.They've drawn a dead-line, Miss Messiter,""A dead-line?"

"Yes, ma'am, beyond which no sheep herder is to run his bunch." "And if he does?" the girl asked, open eyed.

" He don't do it twict, ma'am.Why don't you pass the fritters to MissMessiter, Slim?"

"And about this Bannister Who is he?"

Her innocent question seemed to ring a bell for silence; seemed to carry with it some hidden portent that stopped idle conversation as a striking clock that marks the hour of an execution.

The smile that had been gay grew grim, and men forgot the subject of their light, casual talk.It was Sothern that answered her, and she observed that his voice was grave, his face studiously without expression.

"Mr.Bannister, ma'am, is a sheepman."

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