Mason of Bar X Ranch, Page 2

  CHAPTER II

  THE GIRL

  Red Sullivan, having secured both horses, started with Mason to thehouse. As they neared the porch they heard the girl talking in a toneof reproof to Scotty. He was twirling his hat like an awkward schoolboy. Red stopped Mason and whispered:

  "Jack, if you want to hear a man get called down right and proper,listen. That's her father on the porch," he added.

  Mason drew back and watched the scene with keen amusement.

  "Scotty!" the girl was saying, "you have been drinking, I'm ashamed ofyou, and of all times when you should have kept sober. What will thisgentleman from New York think of us?" she demanded imperiously.

  Suddenly catching sight of Mason she turned swiftly and entered thehouse. Red was fairly exploding with laughter at Scotty'sdiscomfiture.

  "Come on, Jack," he said with a grin. "I'll make you acquainted withMr. Walters."

  Scotty had started for the corral. As he was passing them Red couldnot restrain from a sly dig.

  "Guess I was right on that call down stuff, eh?"

  Scotty scowled and strode past him without a word.

  Red introduced Mason to the owner of the ranch. Mr. Walters was a talland powerfully built man with a face tanned and wrinkled from longexposure to sun and wind.

  "So, you are Mason's boy, eh?" he said, shaking hands with a vise-likegrip. "Glad to meet you. Used to know your dad years ago back East.Hope you will like this country, great air and will do you all kindsof good."

  Mason took to him on the instant, for all of his bluff ways.

  "Jack, come into the house; no, wait a minute and I'll make youacquainted with my daughter. Josephine," he called in a stentorianvoice.

  "Yes, coming, Daddy," came the answer in bell-like tones. Suddenly thegirl appeared at the door. Mason gave a start of surprise. When hefirst saw her on the porch with her father she was dressed in ridinghabit, but now she wore a dress of some fluffy creation such as thegirls of his acquaintance wore back East. It was a delicate shade ofblue and matched her hair which was a golden brown. Her eyes were of agrayish blue.

  Taken by surprise, he could only stammer through the introductionwhich her father made. The girl was quick to see his distress andsaid:

  "Daddy, you show Mr. Mason to his room while mother and I see aboutsupper."

  "You must be about famished," she added, turning to Mason with an archsmile.

  He had recovered his composure to some extent by this time, saying, "Iam somewhat hungry, Miss Walters, and accept your invitation to supperwith pleasure."

  The girl hastily withdrew to help her mother in the kitchen.

  "She's a thoroughbred," declared her father, gazing after her fondly.

  While being conducted to his room, Mason attempted to show Mr. Waltersthe letter of introduction which his father had given him, but theranch owner wouldn't consider it.

  "Guess I know your father well enough to recognize his son."

  After a wash and a change of clothes, Mason felt refreshed. Making hisway downstairs he was presented to Mrs. Walters. It was a merry partythat gathered around the supper table. Red, having been invited, toldsome stories with such droll wit that he kept Mason laughingthroughout the meal. The girl was an interested listener andoccasionally put in a word. She appeared anxious to make the Easternerfeel at home. After supper the party sat on the porch while the ranchowner entertained his guest with tales of life on the range.

  A little later the ranch owner excused himself, saying he was gettingold and must retire early to bed. The girl coaxed her mother to remainup a little longer and soon the three were talking on generalsubjects. The open-hearted hospitality of these Western people waspleasing to Mason, and that night after retiring to his room, heconfessed to himself that he was beginning to look upon his new careerwith growing favor.

  The next morning he awoke to find the sun streaming in his window, andhearing sounds of activity below, he dressed hastily. Going downstairshe was greeted with a cheery good morning from Mrs. Walters who wasbusily preparing the morning meal.

  "Breakfast will be ready in about half an hour, and you can lookaround a bit if you wish," she announced.

  "Josephine is outdoors somewhere," she added.

  Mason nodded pleasantly and started for a walk to the corral. As heturned the corner of the house he came across a sight that filled himwith amusement. It was the girl; she was romping with a great St.Bernard dog.

  Quickening his pace, he soon came up to her.

  "Good morning, Miss Walters," he said, his eyes twinkling.

  The girl looked up quickly, exclaiming,

  "Oh, it's you, Sir New Yorker. Well, I wish to make a bargain withyou. You may call me Josephine and I'll call you Jack."

  "That goes," he agreed, falling in with her humor.

  The girl was fondling her dog again and Mason murmured softly,

  "Love me, love my dog."

  "What did you say?" the girl asked, looking up brightly.

  He smiled and shook his head.

  "Well, it was something about a dog," she declared.

  "You must be great friends with my dog. His name is Rover. Shake handswith the gentleman, Rover."

  The dog offered a huge paw, which Mason shook in solemn friendship.

  "There," declared the girl gaily, "you now have a friend for life."

  "What I would like to know," he questioned, "is where all the cowboyskeep themselves?"

  "Oh," the girl answered. "I supposed that Red or Scotty had shown youthe bunk-house. It is that building you see just beyond the corral.All the boys sleep there. Come, let's go in to breakfast."

  After the meal the girl motioned for Mason to follow her. When theywere outside she said:

  "Daddy is down to the bunk-house. I have ordered Scotty to saddleFleet and a horse for you; then we are going to see Dad, and I'll havehim introduce you to the boys."

  "Did you beat Scotty in yesterday?" he asked.

  "Did I?" Josephine tossed her head proudly. "Outside of Bud Anderson'shorse, there isn't one on the range that can overtake Fleet."

  "Who is Bud Anderson?" he queried, getting interested.

  "Why, didn't you know?" she asked in surprise. "Bud Anderson! he's theforeman of our ranch, and Sheriff of this County. He taught me how toshoot and ride. I have known him ever since I can remember."

  "I do remember of Red telling about a foreman and Sheriff but hedidn't mention his name," he answered vaguely.

  "Here comes Scotty with our horses," the girl cried, clapping herhands with glee.

  Mason was a little stiff from being in the saddle the day before.

  "I'm afraid I'll prove a poor rider if I have to keep up with you,Miss Josephine," he said dismally.

  The girl gave him a swift look.

  "We are going to have a nice little ride and I am going to teach youhow to ride fast and shoot," she declared with fine assurance.

  Mason noticed for the first time that she carried in her belt a smallColt's revolver. Scotty had come up with the horses and after greetinghim they mounted and rode slowly to the bunk-house.

  "Some of the boys are riding the range, Jack," she explained as theydismounted at the door.

  Putting a whistle to her lips she blew a long shrill note.

  "Coming," called a voice from within.

  The door flew open and the ranch owner appeared.

  "Daddy," the girl began before he could speak, "I would like you tomake Jack acquainted with the boys."

  "Jack, eh," he said with a grin, winking at Mason.

  The girl blushed and glanced reprovingly at her father.

  The ranch owner stepped inside and called briskly,

  "Tumble out here, boys, I want to make you acquainted with a friend ofmine from New York."

  The men were soon lined up, and the ranch owner starting with thelargest one of the lot, said, "Jack, this is my assistant foreman,Joe Turner."

  Then he named them in turn. Mason shook hands heartily with them all,but
when he came to Carlo and Powers he took an instant dislike tothem. Carlo had squinting eyes and his hand had a cold snaky feeling.Mason drew back in disgust and could hardly repress a shiver down hisback.

  The girl broke the tension by saying,

  "Daddy, Jack and I are going to take a little ride."

  "Don't make him tired of you the first day," he warned her, nudgingMason in the ribs.

  "That's not nice of you, Daddy," she called back to him as they rodeoff.

  Mason noticed that Powers had a sneer on his face as Josephine rodepast him, and it increased his dislike for the man. They had gottenwell out of sight of the ranch buildings when the girl again spoke,"Jack, I am going to take you over some of our range land and inreturn you must tell me about New York and your folks. Also, may Iask, why did you get so confused when Daddy introduced me last night?"

  "Why," he countered, "did you rush into the house when you caughtsight of me?"

  "I didn't want you to hear me calling Scotty down," she replieddemurely, "but you have not answered my question."

  "I was surprised to see you in such a pretty dress."

  "Oh," she exclaimed, her eyes opening wide, "do you think we arebarbarians out here and don't know how to dress?"

  "No," he answered lamely, "but I was pleasantly surprised with you."

  Josephine rode in silence.

  "I don't know if I am to take that for a compliment or not," she saidat last.

  "I am sure I meant it for a compliment," he interposed hastily.

  "You have a ready tongue," she laughed, "but be careful you don't slipup."

  "How is it that I didn't see this Bud Anderson you tell about?" heasked, changing the subject.

  "Oh, he's away on business for Dad; we expect him back most any timenow."

  They were riding at an easy canter and had covered about fifteenmiles. Mason was gradually getting over his lameness of the daybefore. The air was bracing and spicy with the smell of sage brush.Far off down the valley he could see cattle grazing. It was his firstview of a large herd. In the distance he could see the mountains withtheir lofty peaks looming up in majestic splendor. The grandeur of itall filled him with awe.

  Josephine broke his reverie by saying, "Oh, I hope you will like itout here. Look! off there to the West is Devil's Gap."

  "Devil's Gap," he repeated.

  "Yes, come, we'll ride out that way and I'll tell you about it."

  Putting the spurs to his horse he tried to keep up with her.

  "I am afraid you're going too fast for me," he called after herruefully.

  A silvery laugh floated back to him as she checked her horse to aslower pace. Her eyes were sparkling with mischief as he rode up toher.

  "Forgive me, Sir Jack," she said. "I forgot you are not used to thesaddle."

  He looked keenly at her.

  "I must appear an awful big dub in your eyes," he said slowly.

  He was thinking of the poor comparison he would make if Bud Andersonwas along. A severe look came into Josephine's face.

  "If you think I feel that way," she said gravely, "we'll go back tothe ranch."

  He laughed boyishly.

  "Let's not quarrel, you said we would ride out to this Devil's Gap andyou promised to tell me the story of it."

  "Please set the pace, but not too fast," he added with mockseriousness.

  "I said we would ride out that way," Josephine corrected him. She wassmiling now.

  "Here's a girl I can't fathom," admitted Mason to himself.

  "I am waiting to hear that story, Josephine," he said, coming back tothe subject.

  "Devil's Gap," she began, "is an opening in that ridge of mountainsyou see ahead of us. It leads up a winding trail to a plateau thatjoins another ridge. About a year ago a band of lawless outlaws andex-cowboys had been operating around these parts. They were led by adesperado named Banty Hayes; he's a cousin to the man who owns theRicker ranch. It touches our boundary line where you saw our cattlegrazing----"

  "Yes," cut in Mason, "Red told me about this man Ricker. He says yourforeman thinks he is running your cattle over the line. He also spokeabout Powers trying to get fresh with you."

  "I wouldn't put it past Powers to steal Dad's cattle," the girlresumed, "and as for Tom Powers, he is a sneak. But I am getting awayfrom my story. This gang numbered about six members and they had beenterrorizing the miners and ranch owners for miles around. The lasthold-up they pulled off was at the little station four miles south ofTrader's Post. They held up the midnight through train, and orderedthe express messenger to open the safe. He refused and they shot andkilled him. It caused great excitement among the cattlemen, and theRailroad Company offered a large reward for their capture.

  "A posse was hastily organized with Big Joe Turner leading them. BudAnderson was away on business at the time. Daddy wired him to comehome at once. When he arrived, Buck Miller had just ridden in with thenews that they had trailed the gang to Devil's Gap.

  "Bud buckled on his guns and with Miller they beat it for the Gap.When they arrived at the foothills, Scotty and Red had received bulletwounds and were in a killing mood.

  "Banty Hayes had always boasted that he and his men could hold off aregiment of men, once they had gained the plateau. They had made it asort of a rendezvous in the past, but no one had been able to roundthem up.

  "Bud led Scotty and Red with the rest of the posse up the Gap trail.It was a hot fight while it lasted. They forced the outlaws to the topwhere they made a stand. Bud and Red and Scotty charged them, theirguns spitting a stream of lead. Banty Hayes was down with a bulletthrough his head.

  "The rest of the gang seeing their leader fall, surrendered. One ofthe band told Joe Turner that they had intended to hold the posse offuntil night and make their escape.

  "Most all of Bud's men had been hit, but Joe said the outlaws werenervous for they never dreamed that Bud would dare to follow them upto the plateau. So that is the reason there is bad blood between BudAnderson and Ricker," the girl concluded.

  They had turned and were riding the back trail. On the way home Masontold the girl about New York and his sister Ethel.

  Josephine was all attention when he explained why he came to leavehome, and how his father had made him a proposition to stay a year onher father's ranch.

  "Do you think you can be good out here?" the girl asked mischievously.

  "Yes, I think I can, with you for company," he replied, smiling.

  The girl looked him straight in the eyes.

  "We are going to be great friends," she said with a rare smile. "Youmust invite your mother and sister out here."

  "I certainly will, and I am going to send for my ninety horse-powercar."

  "Oh, that will be fine," the girl cried with enthusiasm. "I am justcrazy about riding fast. You must teach me how to drive. We will havegreat fun with it. We have a negro cook and the boys call him Smoke,he is so black. Bud took him on a trip to Chicago last summer and toshow Smoke a good time he hired a high powered car and told thechauffeur to drive the limit.

  "Well, Smoke never got over raving about that ride. Bud said his eyesfairly popped out of his head and he was scared stiff. When he gotback home he told the boys in the mess room that Bud would never 'gethim in one of them go-devils again'!"

  Mason laughed heartily at her narrative.

  The girl touched him on the shoulder and pointed in the directionwhere he had seen the cattle grazing. He made out a horseman comingtheir way.

  "That's Tex," she said, "one of our boys, I can tell by the way herides."

  The rider halted and waited for them to come up. Mason noticed thecowboy took his hat off when the girl spoke to him.

  "Tex, this is Jack Mason from New York," she said, introducing theEasterner.

  "How de do?" he jerked out in an offhand manner, "just rode in fromthe boundary line. Sort of keeping an eye on the Ricker gang," headded, addressing his conversation to the girl.

  "What's the matter, Tex, have they been kicking up any tro
uble?" shequeried in an anxious voice.

  "Don't exactly know," he snapped out, "they have been acting mightyqueer since them two punchers joined our outfit. Joe gave me orders tokeep watch of them."

  Tex was a tall lanky cowboy and extremely nervous. He had a peculiarhabit of pulling his belt up to the last notch and letting it outagain while talking. Mason sized him up as a hard man to handle atclose quarters.

  The girl shrugged her shoulders.

  "I know who you mean, Tex," the girl said, "Powers and Carlo."

  He nodded grimly.

  "Never mind, Tex. I guess Bud can take care of them. You ride in withus, we will tire Jack out with all our troubles."

  "I reckon I could take care of them if I get half a chance," declaredTex with a grunt.

  He had hitched his belt up until it seemed to Mason that his waist wassmall as a bean pole, started ahead, riding his horse like one born tothe saddle.

  The girl rode close to Mason, keeping up an easy conversation. He wassurprised at her knowledge of all things in general.

  "Some day," she was saying, "we will ride out to the boundary line andI will show you the Ricker ranch. It is a fine place and they have asmuch range as Daddy has. They have a girl working for them, too. Sheis Spanish and a beauty, that is, if you like a brunette." Josephinewas half laughing, and watching him out of the corner of her eyes.

  "I can tell better after I have seen her," he replied, evasively.