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Castlemon, Harry, 1842

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The missing pocket-book; or Tom Mason's luck

Castlemon, Harry, 1842-1915

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CONTENTS.

OHAFTER PAGE

I. RIGHT IN THE MIDST OF IT, ... 1

II. MR. DAVENPORT'S SECRET, ... 22

III. 'RASTUS JOHNSON, 40

IV. ELAM'S POOR MARKSMANSHIP, ... 59 V. THE WEST FORK OF TRINITY, ... 79

VI. MR. DAVENPORT'S POCKET-BOOK, . . 99

VII. TOM HAS AN IDEA, 119

VIII. TOM'S LUCK, 139

IX. HENDERSON is ASTONISHED, . . . 159

X. OFF FOR AUSTIN 179

XI. HENDERSON IN NEW BUSINESS, . . . 198

XII. HE DOES NOT SUCCEED, .... 219

XIII. HENDERSON MEETS COYOTE BILL, . . 2C9

XIV. PROVING THE WILL, .... 201 XV. TOM GETS SOME MONEY, .... 283

XVI. A RAID BY THE COMANCHES, . . . 303

XVII. MY FRIEND THE OUTLAW, .... 325

XVIII. CONCLUSION, 346

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THE MISSING POCKET-BOOK;

OR,

TOM MASON'S LUCK.

CHAPTER I.

RIGHT IN TUP: MIDST OF IT. CATTLEMEN AND FARMERS READY FOR WAR.

FORT WORTH, August 5, 18—. One hundred and seventy-five thousand head of cattle are being slowly drifted and driven from the drought-parched sections of Northwestern Texas into Jacks County, along the waters of the West Fork of Trinity. The herders who accompany them demand that they must have grass and water, or blood. The farmers, who will be greatly damaged by the passage of these immense herds, are arming and say the cattle shall not come in—that they must be driven back at all hazards. To permit them to pass means fences destroyed, crops ruined, and the meagre supply of water exhausted; to turn them back means death to the cattle and financial disaster to the men who own them. To-day the news was carried from house to house, and the farmers are turning out to a man, resolved to rendezvous on Bear Creek and forbid

the driving of the cattle through their lands. Large squads have gone to the front, and they are well-armed and desperate. Sheriff Reins will be on hand to-morrow, and so will a company of militia under command of Captain Fuller. Several conflicts, involving the loss of six or seven lives, have already taken place between the cattlemen and the farmers, the particulars of which have not yet found publicity.

Of all the boys into whose hands this story may fall, and who make it a point to read the daily papers, I venture to say that not one in a hundred will remember that lie ever saw the above despatch, which was flashed over the wires one bright summer morning a few years ago ; but if those boys had been on the ground as I was, and witnessed the thrilling and affecting scenes that transpired before and after that despatch was written, they would have seen some things that time could never eiface from their memories.

If ever I saw suffering cattle or determined, almost desperate, men, who were fairly spoiling for a fight, it was on that sweltering August day when a big brown-whiskered man, a wealthy farmer of Jacks County, accompanied by the sheriff and two deputies, rode

up to the wagon and demanded to see " the boss.': Around the wagon were gathered a weary and dusty party of men and boys, who had come there to slake their thirst, and John Chisholm, the man to whose enterprise and push the great Texas cattle trade owed its existence, was just raising a cup of the precious fluid to his lips. I say "precious' because our supply was limited, and the nearest stream far away.

"It tastes as though it had been boiled for a week,'" said he, after he had moistened his parched mouth, " but every drop of it is worth its weight in gold. Touch it lightly, boys, for there is no telling when we shall be able to fill the cask again. Have any of the scouts come in yet? If we don't find a pool pretty soon we shall all be ruined. Just see there !' he added, waving his hand toward the back trail. " A blind man could easily follow our route, for every rod of it is marked with dead beeves."

It would have taken something besides a " pool'' of water to quench the thirst of that multitude of cattle, which were drifting along

a mile or so in advance of the wagon, almost concealed by the suffocating cloud of dust that hung over them and pointed out their line of travel. Just how many of them there were in the herd the most experienced cattleman could not guess, for the flanks of the drove as well as its leading members were far out of sight. There were more than a dozen outfits mixed up together, no attempt having been made to keep them apart; nor was there any effort made to control their movements beyond keeping them headed toward the West Fork of Trinity, the nearest point at which water could be obtained. The suffering beasts complained piteously as they plodded along, and now and then deep mutterings of challenge and defiance, followed by a commotion somewhere in the herd, would indicate the spot where perhaps a dozen of the half maddened animals had closed in deadly combat. It was little wonder that the sixty bronzed and weather-beaten men who accompanied them were in fighting humor, and ready to resist to the death any interference with their efforts to find water or grass. They were almost con

sumed with thirst themselves. Every drop of water they drank was brought along in the wagon, and there was so little of it that no one thought of taking more than a swallow at a time. Scouts had been sent out early in the morning with instructions to search everywhere for a water-course, and it was as Mr. Chisholm enquired about them, and handed back the cup he had drained, that the sheriff rode up and asked to see " the boss.':

'"Pears to me as if this outfit was bossing itself,v replied Mr. Chisholm, facing about in his saddle and looking sharply at the newcomers. " You can see for yourself, without looking, that all we can do is to keep the critters pointed toward the West Fork. But you don't belong on our side of the house. Where might you hail from ?'

"I am sheriff of this county, and came out to tell you that you must not trespass on the grounds of our farmers," answered the officer.

" Well, then, what do you come to us for ?' enquired Mr. Chisholm, while the men around him scowled savagely and played with the locks of their rifles. " Go and serve your

warning on the critters. Can't you see that some of them are miles ahead of us ? How are we going to turn them back when our horses are nigh about as ready to drop as the cattle are ? I tell you it can't be done !'

'/Don't you know it means ruin to us farmers if we allow those famishing cattle to get into our fields ?'' demanded the brown-whiskered man, who seemed quite as ready and willing to fight as the cattlemen were. " They will break down our fences and eat up the very crops on which our lives depend. Besides, there are no more grass and water in the country than wre want ourselves.':

"I'm powerful sorry to hear you say that, but I don't see what we are going to do about it,': said Mr. Chisholm. "We've got to go somewhere now that we have started.':

The sheriff opened his lips to speak, but the brown-whiskered man was too quick for him.

" You don't know what you are going to do about it, don't you?' he said, with a savage emphasis. "Well, I will tell you. When you get to the top of that swell yonder you

will see, a couple of miles off, a long line of willows.'1

" Now, if that isn't the best piece of news I have heard for a week I wouldn't say so ! " exclaimed the cattleman. " Where there's timber there is water, of course. I thought the critters were a-travelling along a trifle pearler than they were a while back. Sam, you drive on ahead with the wagon and fill up the cask, and the rest of us will kinder scatter out on the flanks and head the critters toward the willows our friend speaks of.'

" Will you let me get through with what I have to say ?' shouted the farmer, his face growing white with anger. "You go near those willows if you dare! There are more than two hundred men hidden among them, and if our pickets can't turn your cattle back they'll shoot them !'

"Will, eh?' exclaimed Mr. Chisholm, his face wearing a good-natured smile, that was very aggravating to the brown-whiskered farmer. "I hope not, for if you shoot our stock we'll have to shoot you to pay for it. Look a-here," he added, turning his horse

about and riding up close to the man lie was addressing, "I tell you once for all, stranger '

" Hold ! I command the peace !' cried the sheriff, seeing that the men and boys around the wagon were moving up to support their leader. u Keep back, all of you !'

"The peace hasn't been broken yet," replied Mr. Chisholm, " and I assure you that I and my friends have no intention of breaking it; but our watchword is, 4 Grass and water, or blood !' and it is for you to decide which it shall be. We are not the men to stand by with our hands in our pockets and see our stock perish for want of something to eat and drink, and you misjudge us if that is the kind of fellows you took us for. You farmers were very kind to yourselves when you ran your fences along every water-course in the State, so't we cattlemen could not get to it. Water's free and we want our share of it."

"But our land has been paid for, and you have no right to come upon it after we have told you to keep off," said the farmer.

''Some of you have paid for the land you raise crops on and some are squatters the same as we cattlemen are,': answered Mr. Chisholm, becoming earnest, but still fighting to keep down his rising anger. "There are miles and miles of these streams been fenced in and shut off from us stock-raisers without any warrant of law, and now \ve are going to walk over some of them same fences."

" If you attempt it we shall shoot you down like dogs !'' said the farmer fiercely, and as he spoke he lifted his rifle an inch or two from the horn of his saddle, as if he had half a mind to begin the shooting then and there.

"Easy, easy, Mr. Walker,'1 interposed the sheriff, laying his hand upon the angry man's arm. u We've got the right on our side and the whole power of the State behind us, and there's no need that you should get yourself into trouble by taking matters into your own hands. I warn you to turn back,' he continued, addressing himself to Mr. Chisholm. " I am an officer of the law, and if you do not pay some attention to what I say I shall be obliged to arrest you.':

The cattleman laughed, not loudly, but. heartily and silently.

"I reckon you're a new man who lias just been put into office,'1 said he, as soon as he could speak. "If you were an old hand at the business you would know that it would take pretty considerable of a posse to arrest any man in this outfit. I wouldn't try it if I were sheriff.'

" Well, you have heard my warning,' said Mr. Walker, "and the blame for whatever happens will be on your own head. Nearly all the farmers in the county have assembled to resist your advance, and they sent me out here to tell you that you have come far enough. Now, will you turn back or not ?'

" I aint got much patience with a man who has two good eyes in his head to keep on asking such a question as that. Of course we'll not turn back ! We can't!'

" Then we shall drive you back,'' said Mr. Walker. "That's all there is about it. Because the drought has ruined your business you need not think we are going to let you

ruin ours.'

The farmer rode away, shaking his head and muttering to himself, and paying no sort of attention to the sheriff, who spurred to his side and tried to reason with him. After a while the sheriff came back to expostulate with the leader of the cattlemen ; but the latter waved him aside.

"I don't blame you, Mr. Officer,'' said he. "You have done nothing but duty in warning us not to trespass on them farmers' grounds, but you see how we are fixed, don't you? We can't stop where we are. All the cowboys in Texas could not turn the critters back now that they have got a sniff of the water that is flashing along sparkling and cold behind them willows, and what is there left for us but to go on? All we ask of you and your posse is to keep out of the way. We cattlemen know how to take care of ourselves.':

" But don't you see that I can't keep out of your way?' demanded the sheriff. "As an officer it is my duty to oppose your further progress !'

" Then it will be my duty to ride over you

rough-shod,': said the cattleman cheerfully. " I don't want to do that, for you seem to be a good sort, even if you are an officer. If you will be governed by the advice of one who knows more about this country and the men who live in it than you are ever likely to learn, you will ride down to the willows and tell them farmers to fall back and give our perishing stock a chance at the water. If they will listen to you there will be no trouble. Me and my friends will camp nigh the stream to-night, hold a council of war in the morning, and like as not we'll come to some sort of an understanding. But I can't spend any more time with you. If you or the farmers are going to force a fight upon us, we must get ready for it.':

So saying Mr. Chisholm waved his hand to the officer and rode away, leaving us three boys from the North, who had ridden up close to hear this consultation and the threats it contained, in a state of dreadful uncertainty. We had come from our homes, somewhere near Denver, which at that time was little more than a sprinkling of miner cabins, with

no such thoughts as this in our minds, and here we were right in the midst of it—civil war ! We had come down there to invest a few hundred dollars in cattle. We thought we could make something by it. By keeping far to the eastward, along the banks of the Red River, we had got beyond reach of the Comanche and Kiowas and other Indians who felt inclined to steal everything we had, and then by turning rapidly to the west had found ourselves right among the cattlemen almost before we knew it.

You remember that there were three of us boys—Elarn Storm, now no longer moody and reticent, but hail fellow well met with everybody, for we had found the nugget of which he had been in search for so many years ; Tom Mason, who went by the name of "Lucky Torn"; and myself, Carlos Burton, upon whom devolves the duty of writing this story. We had seen some adventures during our long ride, some that I would gladly like a chance to relate ; but they differed so widely from the scenes we passed through among those cattlemen that I am glad to pass

them by to tell this story of "Tom Mason's luck.': Tom was a lucky fellow, that's a fact, and for a runaway boy he had a good deal of pluck. I don't know that he thought of making any money at the time he was working with us, but at the same time he took the right way to get it. You know he was trying to scrape together five thousand dollars, the amount he stole from his uncle—a large sum for a boy of his age to make ; but he had that amount and more too when he went home. I will tell all about it when I get to it.

At length, when we had been so long on our journey that Elam and Tom declared that I had missed my way, we ran across a fence, and that night we struck the farmer's house. I noticed that there was corn on the other side of the fence, and that instead of being healthy and green and thrifty-looking, it was stunted and its leaves were beginning to turn yellow. It looked as though it was all ready to gather, only there was not the sign of an ear on any of the stalks that we could see. I found out the reason for this when we put up at the farmer's house that night,—the first house we

had stayed in since leaving Uncle Ezra's,— when he told ns that there had not been a drop of rain in that part of Texas for sixteen months. Water was beginning to get scarce, and the worst of it was, the grass on the school-lands, miles away where all these cattle were pastured, was burning up, and they expected every day to find an army of famishing cattle coming down upon them.

41 And that's something we can't stand,': said the farmer. " We have only a little grass and water for our own use, and those cattle will use up all we have got. More than that, they will break down our fences and ruin our crops so that we shan't have a thing to go on. That's one thing we have to contend with in Texas—long droughts.'

That was one thing I hadn't thought of, and when we started the next day I took particular notice of the grass and water and found that they were tolerable scarce, every little mud hole in which there was water being fenced in to keep their stock away from it. I had never been in that part of Texas before, and I found that water was hard

to get at, we having to fill our bottles to last us all day ; but I supposed it was characteristic of the country. Of course the little stock that the farmers had was thrifty and fat, as well they might be, for they had water enough, only not as much as they wanted ; but the farther we went into the country the worse grew the situation. We often had to beg for water, and it was the first time I ever did such a thing in my life.

At last we got beyond the range of the farmers, and then we found what suffering for water meant. We were generally able to find a mud hole or two in which water had been, and which was not entirely dry, and by digging down in it would get enough to quench our thirst, and there we would stay until the next morning to enable our orses to gain strength enough to carry us ; but there was no grass for them to eat. Everything was dried up. Two nights we spent without water. We had enough in our bottles for ourselves, but our poor horses were obliged to go thirsty. Elam I knew was all right. He would keep on until I gave the word to go back, and if his

liorse played out, he would shoulder his pack and go ahead on foot, but I looked for a complaint from Tom. It is true he looked pretty glum when his horse came up to him in the morning and said as plainly as he could that he was thirsty, and Tom could count every bone in his body, but never a word of protest did I hear from him. He would get on and ride as if nothing was the matter.

One afternoon we came within sight of a long line of willows which we knew lined a stream, the first we had seen for many a day, and near them was a large herd of cattle ranging about and trying to find enough to eat. A little nearer to us, on a little rise of ground, we saw a horse, his rider having dismounted to <r'"3 him a chance to browse. He saw us as soon as we did him, and shaded his eyes with his hand and looked at us. Then he picked up his rifle and held it in the hollow of his arm.

" What is he going to do ? " said Tom. " Is he going to try to keep us away from that water I '

" We will soon know,'- I replied. " I never 2

knew a cowboy to be armed with a rifle before. It proves that there has been somebody here after his water, and he wants to be prepared to meet them at long range.'

It was four miles to where he was, and it took us all of an hour to get up there. It seemed as if our horses couldn't raise a trot to save their lives. As we made no move to raise our weapons, lie finally dropped his to the ground and leaned upon it.

" How-dy !" said I, as soon as we got within speaking distance. That is the term that Western men always use in addressing one another. "I'm almost dead fora drink, and have come here to see if you would give us some.'

"You are alone, I take it?' said the cowboy.

" We are alone," said I.

"There's nobody behind you with a big drove of cattle, is there ?'

"Nobody at all. We came down here to buy stock, but I don't believe we want any now.'

"You can have all we've got," said he, with

a smile. "We'll sell'em to you at a dollar a piece.'!

I looked around at the walking skeletons lie was willing to dispose of at so meagre a price. They were too far away for me to see much of them, but still I could tell that they were gaunt and scraggy in the extreme. Some of them were lying down flat on their sides, with their heads extended, and when a steer gets that way he is in a bad fix.

" I had no idea that yonr steers were in such shape,'- said I. " Are some of them dead ?'

" Oh, no ; there's plenty of life left in them yet. You will find plenty of water on the other side of those willows. You see some cattlemen came up here the other day from the same direction you came from, looking for grass and water, and said they were going to come in at all hazards ; that's what made me pick up my rifle when I saw you.'

"We aint seed no cattlemen down this way,': said Elam. " We aint seed anything but farmers.'

We were too thirsty to waste any more time in talking, and so we rode down on the other

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side of tlie willows to find the "plenty of water' the cowboy spoke of. Well, there was plenty of it, such as it was, but it was scattered along the creek in little holes, and had been trampled in by the cattle until it was all roiled up ; a filthy place to drink, but boys and horses went at it, and by the time we had got all the water we wanted there wasn't much left in that hole. We filled our bottles, saw our horses drink all they needed, and then mounted and rode back to where we had left the hospitable cowboy.

"I don't call that plenty of water,'! said Tom, who nevertheless had been a good deal revived by the hearty swig he had taken. " I wish you bad some of the water that was overflowing the Mississippi valley when I left it. It was enough to flood this whole country.':

" Well, pilgrim, it is enough for us, situated the wajr we are now. I have seen the time when that bayou down there was booming full, and you would have to wait for a week before you could cross it. I suppose you would like a roof to shelter you to-night, wouldn't you?" said the cowboy. "Well, if

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you will follow the creek up about ten miles, you will find the ranch of Mr. Davenport, my boss. He will give you plenty to eat and a shakedown, but your horses will fare hard for grass.':

"Thank you ! We would like something a little different from the bacon and crackers we have been living upon so long," said I. uMr. Davenport isn't so hard up as his cattle?'

"Oh, bless you, he's got plenty. He got a whole wagon load of things last night.':

Thanking the cowboy again for his kindness in showing us the water, we rode away. The route we followed took us directly through his cattle, and I wras not much surprised when I remembered what the cowboy had said about selling them for a dollar apiece. I never saw such poverty-stricken cattle in my life. Even the bulls paid no sort of attention to us, and we told one another that we thought our trip to Texas had not amounted to anything, and that we would have to wait until the next spring before we could take any cattle home with us. While we were talking the matter over, Tom pointed out in the distance the whitewashed wralls of Mr. Davenport's ranch.

CHAPTER II. MR. DAVENPORT'S SECRET.

nearer we approached to the ranch the more like a home place it looked to us, the only thing that did not appear natural being the hayracks that were usually piled up for the horses. These were all gone, thus proving that the ranchman had not been able to provide any more for the benefit of his steeds that were to carry him and his cowboys during all sorts of weather. Of course there could be no hay while the grass that was to furnish it was all burned up. As we drew nearer we discovered a man and a boy sitting on the porch. They did not wait for us to speak to them, but the boy got up with his face beaming all over with smiles, while the man, who seemed to be a sort of invalid, kept his chair.

"Strangers, you're welcome to Hardscrabble," said he. "Alight and hitch. Your

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horses won't go very far away, and so you can turn them loose.'

"Thank you,r said I. I was expected to do all the talking. "Do we address Mr. Davenport?'

"That is my name,' returned the invalid. "And I see you are boys, too. Bob will be glad of that. Come up here/

It did not take us very long to remove our saddles and bridles from our horses and carry them up on the porch. Then we shook hands with Mr. Davenport and his son Bob, and took the chairs that were promptly brought out to us.

" You are very young men to be travelling around this way," said the invalid. " I

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shouldn't think that your parents would permit it.'

"Well, I don't know that we have any parents to say what we shall do. We are alone in the world, with the exception of Tom here, who has an uncle in Mississippi. We have come a thousand miles to buy some cattle; but I don't think, from what I have seen of your cattle, that we shall want any."

" Oh, this drought is simply awful,r said the invalid, rising up in his chair. "We haven't had a drop of rain for sixteen months, and if it keeps on much longer we shall all die in the poor-house. The route you came led you through a portion of my herd. I want to know if you ever saw such a sorry looking lot of cattle as they are ?'

This seemed to be the opportunity that Mr. Davenport was waiting for, and he began and told us all about those troublous times in Texas during the past two years, and he said that the drought and the farmers were to blame for it. There had been a period in the history of the State when the stockjilen had things all their own way ; when their herds roamed over almost two thousand square miles of territory, going wherever grass and water were most abundant, and attended by only a few Mexican vaqueros, whose principal business it was to see that their employer's outfit did not become mixed up with cattle belonging to somebody else. But, of course, this state of affairs could not continue forever in a country like ours. The soil of Texas was

as well adapted to agriculture as it was to stock raising, and it was not long before people began to find it out.

When the tide of immigration begins setting toward any State or Territory, it is astonishing how quickly it will become filled up. In a very short time the farmers grew to be a power in the cattle lands of Texas. Of course they settled along the water courses, or as close to them as they could get, and when they selected their land they fenced it in and turned it up \vith the plough, thus depriving the cattlemen of just so many acres of pasture, and in some instances shutting them off from 11.9. streams.

Of course, too, bad blood existed between these two classes from the very first. The cattlemen saw their limits growing smaller day by day, and they did not take it very much to heart when their half wild cattle broke through the fences and ruined the fields upon which the farmers had expended so much labor; but they got fighting mad when the farmers sued them in the courts and were awarded heavy damages for their crops.

Neighborhood rows and civil wars on a small scale were of common occurrence, and during this particular summer the long to be remembered drought came, and I could rest assured of one thing, and that was, matters were going to be brought to a climax. It was surely coming, and the farmers would find out one thing, and that was, that Mr. Davenport, even if he was half dead from consumption, could shoot as well as anybody.

For long months not a particle of rain fell upon the parched soil, and when the schoollands, on which large numbers of cattle grazed, were utterly barren of verdure and rendered worthless for years to come, and all the little streams went dry, the ranchmen saw ruin staring them in the face. The sufferings of the walking skeletons, which represented every dollar they had in the world, were terrible in the extreme, and grass and water must be had at any price. The nearest point at which these could be had was on the West Fork of Trinity. It was true that the most, if not all, of the land in that vicinity had been turned into farms and fenced in, but what did

the desperate cattlemen care for that? Grass and water were the free gifts of Heaven, and, if necessary, they were ready to fight for their share.

What it was that induced Mr. Davenport to say all this to me, an entire stranger, I cannot imagine, unless it was because he was so excited by the financial distress which he saw hanging over him that he must tell it to somebody. Sometimes during his narrative he would get up out of his chair and pace back and forth on the porch as if all his old strength hud come back to him. His eye would kindle, until I made up my mind that if all the ranchmen were like him there would be some shooting before the summer was over. For myself I heartily wished I was safe back where I belonged.

"Do you own this land where you are located?" I asked, feeling that I must say something.

" No, nor does anybody else. We are squatters. My neighbors tell me that there w^as a time; not so very long ago, when this ranch was located at least a hundred miles to the

east of where it is now ; but the farmers kept coming in until I am where I am now. You can't keep cattle where there is land fenced in.':

" What makes you think that you are going to drive your stock away from here toward Trinity."

44 Because there were a couple of men here from the lower counties, not three weeks ago, to see if I would join in," answered the invalid. "You see my cattle would get all mixed up with others and there is no telling when we would get them apart. That will make it necessary for me to hire some more men, and as you haven't got anything to do, why can't you hire out to me?'

" That's an idea,'11 said I. " I will speak to my companions about it and see what they have to say. We would rather not have any shooting "

"Oh, you will see plenty of it if you stay around with us,':' said Mr. Davenport. "The minute we get near Trinity it will commence. Why, there must be as much as one hundred and seventy-five thousand head of cattle that

need watering. It's all farms up that way too."

"I was about to say that we would rather not have any shooting around where we are,r I continued. " But if there is going to be any we would rather be where we can have a hand in it."

" That's the trouble, is it ?" said Mr. Davenport, with a smile.

" Yes, sir. And as far as paying us anything —why, we are here with you now, and if you will give us board it is all we ask.':

I looked at Tom and he nodded his head. I glanced around for Elam, but he and Bob had disappeared. They had got into conversation and had gone off to look at something.

"That's all right,v said Mr. Davenport. "That boy has been confined here on the ranch and he has not seen a companion before. I have been afraid to let him out of my sight. By the way, this man whom you have jusfc introduced to me is all right?"

"Who? Elam? Oh, yes! You can trust him any where.J:

"I mean he wouldn't let harm come to Bob without making a fuss about it.'

"No, sir," said I, rather astonished at the proposition. " I don't see that any harm can come to him out here.'1

"Well, I don't know," said Mr. Davenport, with a heavy sigh, which told how heavily the matter bore on his mind, "I don't know."

Not to dwell too long on incidents that are not connected with this story, I will simply say that we were presented to two of the cowboys that night at supper time as the fellows Mr. Davenport had employed to help him drive his cattle north, our duties to begin on the day the march commenced. I took a great notion to the two men—tall, rawboned, and rough, and the simple and earnest manner in which they agreed with their employer on all questions concerning the conduct of the farmers, in keeping his cattle out on the barren prairie where there was neither water nor grass to be had, made me think that their hearts were in the matter.

During the next week I noticed that Bob and Elam went off somewhere immediately

after breakfast and did not get back before night. That was all right to me, but I wanted to make sure that Elam knew what he was doing, so one day when I got a chance to speak to him in private I said :

4t What do you and Bob do when you are gone all day ?'

"Sho!" said Elam, with a laugh. "He just makes me lay under the trees and tell him stories.':

" You are sure no harm comes to him ?'

"Harm? What is going to harm him out here?"

" I don't know and his father doesn't know; but if you are wise you will keep your eyes open.'

"Harm !" repeated Elam. " Well; I should like to see somebody harm him. He's got a good heart, that boy has. Be they going to shoot him?"

" I don't know what they are going to do, I tell you. If his father ever tells me I will tell you.':

During all this time Mr. Davenport kept Tom and me close to himself. It was a corn

panionship that was entirely new to him in that country, and he wanted to make the most of it. Before I had been acquainted with him twenty-four hours I could see that he was different from most men who made stock raising a business, that for years he had been out there where he had nobody to talk to, and I was sure he had some secret to tell us. One day it all came out, as I knew it would, if we let the matter alone and did not trouble him with it. It was a hot day daring the first of August and we were sitting there on the porch, trying to raise a little breeze by fanning ourselves with our hats. It was after dinner, and the Mexican cook had gone somewhere to sleep and we were there alone.

"I haven't always been what you see me now,': said Mr. Davenport, settling back in his chair as if he had resolved upon his course. "I have a secret which I want to tell Bob, but I don't know how to go about it. It isn't anything of which I am ashamed,—many men have done the same before me,—but somehow I have let it go so long that it has become a task to me. I want to ask your advice

about it. You are comparative strangers to me, but somehow I have taken to you and want to trust you. I haven't had anyone around me to whom I was willing to confide it, and now I know that I am not long for this world I want to see Bob have his rights.r

With these words the invalid began his story. It was short, but we could both see how great an effort it cost him.

Mr. Davenport was an old uforty-niner.v He spent a few successful years in the gold mines and then returned to the States, and established himself as a wholesale merchant in St. Louis, his native city, and soon became known as one of its most enterprising business men. The only relatives he had in the world, except his son Bob,—who was not his son in reality,—were an unmarried uncle, who went to Texas and became a ranchman, and a hall; brother, who was not a relative to be proud of. Too lazy to work, this half brother, whose name was Clifford Henderson, gained a precarious living by his wits. He gambled when he could raise a stake, and borrowed of his brother when he couldn't. He was

more familiar with the police court than he was with the interior of a church, and when his generous brother's patience was all exhausted and he positively refused to pay any more of his debts, he left that brother's presence with a threat of vengeance on his lips.

UI will get even with you for this," said lie. " Bob is not your son, and I will see that you don't adopt him, either. Whenever I see a notice of your death,—and you can't live forever,—I will hunt that boy up and make him know what it is to be in want, as I am at this moment.':

The fact that Bob was not his son ought not to have weighed so heavily with the invalid as it did, but still he could not bear to enlighten him. He was the son of a friend in the gold mines, who, dying there, left Bob alone, and Mr. Davenport took him up. He christened him Davenport, and the boy always answered to his name. There never had been any doubt in his mind that Bob would some day come in for all his money, until this Clifford Henderson began his threatenings ; and even after that

Mr. Davenport did not wake up and attend to things as he ought.

In process of time Mr. Davenport's unmarried uncle died, and in his will he made him executor and heir to all the property he had accumulated in Texas. In the hope that a change in the climate might prove beneficial to his health, as well as to leave that miserable Clifford Henderson and all his threatenings behind, Mr. Davenport moved to Texas and took possession of his legacy, bringing Bob with him. In fact, the two did not act like father and son, but like two brothers who could not bear to be separated. All they found when they reached Texas was a rather dilapidated old house, which was very plainly furnished, and presided over by a half-breed Mexican cook, who was so cross and surly that one could hardly get a civil word out of him. The rest of the help—there were four of them in all—were cowboys. They spent the most of their lives on the open prairie, looking out for the safety of Mr. Davenport's cattle. " I have got every thingMr. Davenport suddenly paused and put