Hopalong Cassidy. Clarence E. Mulford

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      "Hullo, you," said Red, pleasantly. "You looks peevish."

      "An' you look foolish. What you doing?"

      "Minding my business."

      "Hard work?" sweetly asked Hopalong, carelessly seating himself on the small wooden box which lay close to his friend.

      "Hey, you!" cried Red, leaping up and hauling him away. "You bust them sights an' you'll be sorry! Ain't you got no sense?"

      "Sights? What are you going to do with 'em?"

      "Wear 'em 'round my neck for a charm! What'd you reckon I'd do with 'em!"

      "Didn't know. I didn't think you'd put 'em on that thing," Hopalong replied, looking with contempt at his friend's rifle. "Honest, you ain't a-goin' to put 'em on that lead ranch, are you? You're like th' Indians—want a lot of shots to waste without re-loadin'."

      "I ain't wasting no shots, an' I'm going to put sights on that lead ranch, too. These old ones are too coarse," Red replied, carefully placing the box out of danger. "Now you can sit down."

      "Thanks; please can I smoke?"

      Red grunted, pushed down the lever of the rifle, and began to re-assemble the parts, his friend watching the operation. When Red tried to slip the barrel into its socket Hopalong laughed and told him to first draw out the magazine, if he wanted to have any success.

      The line foreman took a cartridge from the pile on the bench and compared it with one which he took from his belt, a huge, 45-caliber Sharps special, shooting five hundred and fifty grains of lead with one hundred and twenty grains of powder out of a shell over three inches long; a cartridge which shot with terrific force and for a great distance, the weight of the large ball assuring accuracy at long ranges. Beside this four-inch cartridge the Government ammunition appeared dwarfed.

      "When are you going to wean yoreself from popping these musket caps, Red?" he asked, tossing the smaller cartridge away and putting his own back in his belt.

      "Well, you've got gall!" snorted Red, going out for his cartridge. Returning with it he went back to work on his gun, his friend laughing at his clumsy fingers.

      "Yore fingers are all thumbs, an' sore at that."

      "Never mind my fingers. Have you seen Johnny around?"

      "Yes; he was watching one of them new H2 Greasers. He'll go off th' handle one of these days, for he hates Greasers worse'n I do, an' that coffee face'll drive him to gun-play. He reminds me a whole lot of a bull-pup chained with a corral-ful of cats when there's Greasers around."

      Red laughed and nodded. "Where's Lanky?"

      "Johnny said he was at Number Four fixin' that saddle again. He ain't done nothin' for th' last month but fix it. Purty soon there won't be none of it left to fix."

      "There certainly won't!"

      "His saddle an' yore gun make a good pair."

      "Let up about the gun. You can't say nothin' more about it without repeatin' yoreself."

      "It's a sawed-off carbine. I'd ruther have a Spencer any day."

      "You remind me a whole lot of a feller I once knowed," Red retorted.

      "That so?" asked Hopalong, suspiciously. "Was he so nice?"

      "No; he was a fool," Red responded, going into the house.

      "Then that's where you got it, for they say it's catching."

      Red stuck his head out of the door. "On second thought you remind me of another feller."

      "You must 'a knowed some good people."

      "An' he was a liar."

      "Hullo, Hop Wah!" came from the edge of the hilltop and Hopalong wheeled to see Skinny Thompson approaching.

      "What you doing?" Skinny asked, using his stock question for beginning a conversation.

      "Painting white spots on pink elephants!"

      "Where's Red?"

      "In th' shack, rubbin' 'em off again."

      "Johnny chased that Greaser off'n th' ranch," Skinny offered, grinning.

      "Good for him!" cried Hopalong.

      "Johnny's all right—here comes Buck," Red said, coming out of the house. "Johnny's with him, too. Hullo, Kid!"

      "Hullo, Brick-top!" retorted Johnny, who did not like his nickname. No one treated him as anything but a boy and he resented it at times.

      "Did he chase you far?" Hopalong queried.

      "I'd like to see anybody chase me!"

      Buck smiled. "How are things down here?"

      Hopalong related what had occurred and the foreman nodded. "I'm going down to see Meeker—he's th' only man who can tell me what we're to look for. I don't want to keep so many men down here. Frenchy has got all he can handle, an' I want somebody up in Two. So long."

      "Let me an' Red go with you, Buck," cried Hopalong.

      "Me, too!" exclaimed Johnny, excitedly.

      "You stay home, an' don't worry about me," replied the foreman, riding off.

      "I don't like to see him go alone," Hopalong muttered. "He may get a raw deal down there. But if he does we'll wipe 'em off'n th' earth."

      "Mamma! Look there!" softly cried Johnny, staring towards the other side of the plateau, where Mary Meeker rode past. Red and Skinny were astonished and Johnny and Hopalong pretended to be; but all removed their sombreros while she remained in sight. Johnny was watching Hopalong's face, but when Red glanced around he was staring over the hill.

      "Gosh, ain't she a ripper!" he exclaimed softly.

      "She is," admitted Skinny. "She shore is."

      Hopalong rubbed his nose reflectively and turned to Red. "Did you ever notice how pretty a freckle is?"

      Red stared, for he had only toleration for the fair sex, and his friend continued:

      "Take a purty girl an' stick a freckle on her nose an' it sort of takes yore breath."

      Red grinned. "I ain't never took a purty girl an' stuck a freckle on her nose, so I can't say."

      Hopalong flushed at the laughter and Skinny cried, joyously: "She's got two of us already! Meeker's got us licked if he'll let her show herself once in a while. Oh, these young fellers! Nothing can rope 'em so quick as a female, an' th' purtier she is th' quicker she can do it."

      A warning light came into Hopalong's eyes. "Nobody in this outfit'll go back on Buck for all th' purty women in th' world!"

      "Good boy!" thought Johnny.

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