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the flying u ranch-第11章

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understood better than did their master that these men were not

to be quite overlooked。



〃I meant to…day;〃 Weary hinted; with the manner of one who

deliberately holds his voice quiet。



〃I never asked yuh what yuh meant;〃 the herder mumbled; scowling。

〃We got to keep 'em on water another hour; yet。〃 He went back to

turning over the small rocks and to pursuing with his stick the

bugs; as if the whole subject were squeezed dry of interest。



For a minute Weary stared unwinkingly down at him; uncertain

whether to resent this as pure insolence; or to condone it as

imbecility。 〃Mamma!〃 he breathed eloquently; and grinned at Andy

and Pink。 〃This is a real talkative cuss; and obliging; too。 Come

on; boys; he's too busy to bother with a little thing like

sheep。〃



He led the way around to the far side of the band; the nearest

sheep scuttling away from then as they passed。 〃I don't suppose

we could work the combination on those dogswhat?〃 he considered

aloud; glancing back at them where they still sat upon their

haunches and watched the strange riders。 〃Say; Cadwalloper; you

took a few lessons in sheepherding; a couple of years ago; when

you was stuck on that girlremember? Whistle 'em up here and set

'en to work。〃



〃You go to the devil;〃 Pink's curved hips replied amiably to his

boss。 〃I've got loss…uh…memory on the sheep business。〃



Whereat Weary grinned and said no more about it。



On the opposite side of the coulee; the boys seemed to be

laboring quite as fruitlessly with the other herder。 They heard

Big Medicine's truculent bellow; as he leaned from the saddle and

waved a fist close to the face of the herder; but; though they

rode with their eyes fixed upon the group; they failed to see any

resultant movement of dogs; sheep or man。



There is; at times; a certain safety in being the hopeless

minority。 Though seven indignant cowpunchers surrounded him; that

herder was secure from any personal molestationand he knew it。

They were seven against one; therefore; after making some caustic

remarks; which produced as little effect as had Weary's command

upon the first man; the seven were constrained to ride here and

there along the wavering; gray line; and; with shouts and

swinging ropes; themselves drive the sheep from the coulee。



There was much clamor and dust and riding to and fro。 There was

language which would have made the mothers of then weep; and

there were faces grown crimson from wrath。 Eventually; however;

the Happy Family faced the north fence of the Flying U boundary;

and saw the last woolly back scrape under the lower wire; leaving

a toll of greasy wool hanging from the barbs。



The herders had drawn together; and were looking on from a

distance; and the four dogs were yelping uneasily over their

enforced inaction。 The Happy Family went back and rounded up the

herders; and by sheer weight of numbers forced them to the fence

without laying so much as a finger upon then。 The one who had

been killing black bugs gave then an ugly look as he crawled

through; but even he did not say anything。



〃Snap them wires down where they belong;〃 Weary commanded

tersely。



The man hesitated a minute; then sullenly unhooked the barbs of

the two lower strands; so that the wires; which had thus been

lifted to permit the passing of the sheep; twanged apart and once

more stretched straight from post to post。



〃Now; just keep in mind the fact that fences are built for use。

This is a private ranch; and sheep are just about as welcome as

smallpox。 Haze them stinking things as far north as they'll

travel before dark; and at daylight start 'em going again。

Where's your camp; anyhow?〃



〃None of your business;〃 mumbled the bugkiller sourly。



Weary scanned the undulating slope beyond the fence; saw no sign

of a camp; and glanced uncertainly at his fellows。 〃Well; it

don't matter much where it is; you see to it you don't sleep

within five miles of here; or you're liable to have bad dreams。

Hit the trail; now!〃



They waited inside the fence until the retreating sheep lost

their individuality as blatting animals; ambling erratically here

and there; while they moved toward the brow of the hill; and

merged into a great; gray blotch against the faint green of the

new grassa blotch from which rose again that vibrant; sing…song

humming of many voices mingled。 Then they rode back down the

coulee to their own work; taking it for granted that the

trespassing was an incident which would not be repeatedby those

particular sheep; at any rate。



It was; therefore; with something of a shock that the Happy

Family awoke the next morning to hear Pink's melodious treble

shouting in the bunk…house at sunrise next morning:



〃'G'wa…a…y round' 'em; Shep! Seven black ones in the coulee!〃 Men

who know well the West are familiar with that facetious call。



〃Ah; what's the matter with yuh?〃 Irish raised a rumpled; brown

head from his pillow; and blinked sleepily at him。 〃I've been

dreaming I was a sheepherder; all night。〃



〃Well; you've got the swellest chance in the world to 'make every

dream cone true; dearie;'〃 Pink retorted。 〃The whole blamed

coulee's full uh sheep。 I woke up a while ago and thought I just

imagined I heard 'en again; so I went out to take a lookor a

smell; it wasand they're sure enough there!〃



Weary swung one long leg out from under his blankets and reached

for his clothes。 He did not say anything; but his face portended

trouble for the invaders。



〃Say!〃 cried Big Medicine; coming out of his bunk as if it were

afire; 〃I tell yuh right now then blattin' human apes wouldn't

git gay around here if I was runnin' this outfit。 The way I'd

have of puttin' them sheep on the run wouldn't be slow; by

cripes! I'll guarantee〃



By then the bunk…house was buzzing with voices; and there was

none to give heed to Big Medicine s blatant boasting。 Others

there were who seemed rather inclined to give Weary good advice

while they pulled on their boots and sought for their gloves and

rolled early…morning cigarettes; and otherwise prepared

themselves for what Fate might have waiting for then outside the

door。



〃Are you sure they're in the coulee; Cadwalloper?〃 Weary asked;

during a brief lull。 〃They could be up on the hill〃



〃Hell; yes!〃 was Pink's forceful answer。 〃They could be on the

hill; but they ain't。 Why; darn it; they're straggling into the

little pasture! I could see 'em from the stable。 They〃



〃Come and eat your breakfast first; boys; anyway。〃 Weary had his

hand upon the door…knob。 〃A few minutes more won't make any

difference; one way or the other。〃 He went out and over to the

mess…house to see if Patsy had the coffee ready; for this was a

good three…quarters of an hour earlier than the Flying U outfit

usually bestirred themselves on these days of preparation for

roundup and waiting for good grass。



〃I'll be darned if I'd be as calm as he is;〃 Cal Emmett m
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