'If he did,' smiled Johnny, 'it shore would be an eddication for th' man that heard it. He talks a lot—an' says nothin'. If he told all he knew, things would 'a' popped long ago on them ranges. I'm only wishin' he could get a job in Kane's!'
'Gosh!' exclaimed Arch. 'Mebby he can. He's a bang-up bartender.'
Johnny shook his head and laughed.
'Well, I reckon you know best,' said Arch. 'If you say so, we'll go home—but it hurts bad as a toothache. An' as long as we're goin', we can start tonight—this minute.'
'You'll start at daylight, like honest folks,' chuckled Johnny. 'Think I want Kane to sit down an' figger why a lazy outfit got ambitious all at once? An' th' two boys that lend me their guns want to be ridin' close to th' waggin, on its left side, until they get out of town. I don't want anybody noticin' they ain't got their guns. Mebby their coats'll hide 'em, anyhow. But before you do anythin' else, get me a copy of that weekly newspaper downstairs. There's some layin' around th' office. Shore you got it all?'
Arch nodded, and his foreman opened the door. Idaho glanced around and then went down the stairs and through the office, stopping at the bar, where he held a low-voiced conversation with the man behind it. Ed looked a little surprised at the unusual request, but Idaho's earnestness and anxiety told him enough and he asked no questions A few minutes later, after Idaho had disappeared into the kitchen, Ed told the clerk to watch the bar, and went up to his room, and dropped several articles out of the window before he left it again.
When Idaho had finished scouting and planting the sombrero, a broken spur, and a piece torn from a red kerchief, he went into the barroom and grinned at his friend Nelson, who leaned carelessly back against the wall; and then his eyes opened wide as he saw the size of the roll of bills from which Johnny was peeling the outer layer. For two hours they sat and played California Jack in plain sight of the street as though nothing unusual had occurred, Johnny's sombrero pushed back on his head, the walnut handle of one of his guns in plain sight, his boots not only guiltless of spurs, but showing that they never had borne them, and his faded, soiled, blue neckerchief was as it had been all day. His mood was cheerful and his laughter rang out from time to time as his friend's witticisms gave excuse. To test his roll. he pulled it out again under his friend's eyes and thumbed off a bill, changed his mind, rolled it back again, and carelessly shoved the handful into his pocket.
Idaho leaned forward. 'Who th' devil did
'Tell you later—deal 'em up,' grunted Johnny, a sigh of satisfaction slipping from him. It had been one of Tex Ewalt's maxims never to be broke, even if carefully trimmed newspapers had to serve as padding, and in this instance, at least, Johnny believed his old friend to be right. The world finds bluff very useful, and opulence seldom receives a cold shoulder.
At daylight three horsemen and a wagon went slowly up the little street, two men sticking close to each other and the vehicle, and soon became lost to sight. Two or three nighthawks paused and watched the outfit, and one of them went swiftly into Kane's side door. Idaho drew back from the corner of the hotel where he had been watching, nodded wisely to himself, and went into the stable to look after his horse.
The little outfit of the SV stopped when a dozen miles had been put behind and prepared and ate a hurried breakfast. As he gulped the last swallow of coffee, Arch arose and went to his horse.
'Thirty miles a day with a waggin takes too long,' he said. 'One of you boys ride in th' waggin an' gimme a lead hoss. Nelson's a good man, an' it's our job to help him all we can. I can do it that way between sleeps, if I can keep my eyes open to th' end of it. By gettin' a fresh cayuse from my old man at Highbank, I'll set a record for these parts.'
Gardner nodded. 'Take my cayuse, Arch. I'm crucifyin' myself on th' cross of friendship. Cook, give him some grub.'
Ten minutes later Arch left them in a cloud of dust, glad to get away from the wagon and keen to make a ride that would go down in local history.
After breakfast Johnny sauntered into the barroom, nodded carelessly to the few men there, and seated himself in his favorite chair.
'Thought mebby you might be among th' dear departed this mornin',' remarked Ed carelessly. 'Heard a shot soon after you left last night, but they're so common 'round here that I didn't get none excited. Have any trouble in Red Frank's?'
'You better pinch yoreself,' retorted Johnny. 'You saw me an' Idaho settin' right in this room, playin' cards long after that shot. I was upstairs when I heard it. Didn't go to Red Frank's. Changed my mind when I got around at th' side of th' hotel, an' went through th' kitchen, upstairs lookin' for Idaho. What business I got playin' nurse to four growed-up men? A lot they'd thank me for cuttin' in on their play.'
'Did they have any trouble?'
'No; they wasn't in Red Frank's at all—anyhow, that's what they said. Somebody playin' a joke, or seein' things, I reckon. Seen Idaho this mornin'?'
'No, I ain't,' answered Ed sleepily. 'Reckon he's still abed. Say, was that yore outfit under my winder before dawn? I come cussed near shootin' th' loud-mouthed fool that couldn't talk without shoutin'.'
Johnny laughed. 'I reckon it was. They was sore about havin' to go home. Know of any good yearlin's I can buy cheap?'
Ed yawned, rubbed his eyes, and slowly shook his head. 'Too close to Ridley. Folks down here mostly let 'em grow up an' sell 'em to him. Prices would be too high, anyhow, I reckon. Better hunt for 'em nearer home.'
'That's what I been doin',' growled Johnny. 'Well, mebby yo're right about local prices an' conditions; but I'm goin' to poke around an' ask questions, anyhow. To tell you th' truth, a town looks good to me for a change, 'though I'm admittin' this ain't much of a town, at that. Sorta dead—nothin' happens, at all.'
'That's th' fault of th' visitor, then,' retorted Ed, another yawn nearly disrupting his face. 'Ho-hum! Some day I'm goin' out an' find me a cave, crawl in it, close it up behind me, an' sleep for a whole week. An' from th' looks of you, it wouldn't do you no harm to do th' same thing.' He nodded heavily to the other customers as they went out.
'I'll have plenty of time for sleep when I get home,' grinned Johnny. 'I got to get some easy money out of this town before I think of sleepin'. Kane's don't get lively till dark, does it?'
Ed snorted. 'Was you sayin' easy money?' he demanded with heavy sarcasm.
'I was.'
'Oh, well; if you must, I reckon you must,' grunted the bartender, shrugging his shoulders.
'A new man, playin' careful, allus wins in a place like Kane's, if he's got a wad of money as big as mine,' chuckled Johnny, voicing another maxim of his friend Tex, and patting the bulging roll in his pocket.
Ed looked at the pocket, and frowned. 'Huh! Lord help that wad!' he mourned.
'It's got all th' help it needs,' countered Johnny. 'I'm its guardian. I might change it for bigger bills, for it's purty prominent now. However, that can wait till it grows some more.' He burst out laughing. 'Big as it is, there's room for more.'
'Better keep some real little ones on th' outside,' suggested Ed wisely. 'You show it too cussed much.'
'Do you know there's allus a right an' a wrong way of doin' everythin'?' asked his companion. 'A man that's got a lot of money will play safe an' stick a few little ones on th' outside; but a man that's got only little bills will try to get a big one for th' cover. One is tryin' to hide his money; th' other to run a bluff. Wise gamblers know that. I got little bills on th' outside of mine. You watch 'em welcome me.'
Despite his boasts, he did not spend much time in Kane's, but slept late and hung around the hotel for a day or two, and then, one morning, he got a nibble on his bait. He was loafing on the hotel steps when he caught sight of the sheriff coming up the street. Corwin had been out of town and had returned only the night before. Seeing the lone man on the steps, the peace officer lengthened his rolling stride and headed straight for the hotel, his eyes fixed on the hat, guns, kerchief, and boots.
'Mornin',' he said, nodding and stopping.
'Mornin',' replied Johnny cheerily. 'Bright an' cool, but a little mite too windy for this hour of th' day,' he observed, watching a vicious little whirlwind of dust racing up the middle of the street. It suddenly swerved in its course, struck the sheriff, and broke, covering them with bits of paper and hurling dust and sand in their faces and mouths. Other furious little gusts sent the light debris of the street high in the air to be tossed about wildly before settling back to earth again.
'Yo're shore shoutin',' growled Corwin, spitting violently and rubbing his lips. 'Don't like th' looks of it. Ain't got no love for a sand storm.' He let his blinking eyes rest for a moment on his companion's boots, noted an entire
