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caboose. He was leaning and looking out ahead, and Scipios puzzled eye never left him. And as we halted for the water-tank, the Southerner exclaimed, They ain t got away yet! as if it were good news to him. He meant the delayed trains. Four stalled expresses were in front of us, besides several freights. And two hours more at least before the bridge would be ready. Travellers stood and sat about forlorn, near the cars, out in the sage-brush, anywhere. People in hats and spurs watched them, and Indian chiefs offered them painted bows and arrows and shiny horns. I reckon them passengers would prefer a laig o mutton, said the Virginian to a man loafing near the caboose. Bet your life! said the man. First lot has been stuck here four days. Plumb starved, aint they? inquired the Virginian. Bet your life! Theyve eat up their dining cars and theyve eat up this town. Well, said the Virginian, looking at the town, I expaict the dining-cyars contained more nourishment. Say, youre about right there! said the man. He walked beside the caboose as we puffed slowly forward from the water-tank to our siding. Fine business here if wed only been ready, he continued. And the Crow agent has let his Indians come over from the reservation. There has been a little beef brought in, and game, and fish. And big money in it, bet your life! Them Eastern passengers has just been robbed. I wisht I had somethin to sell! Anything starting for Rawhide this afternoon? said Trampas, out of the caboose door. Not until morning, said the man. You going to the mines? he resumed to the Virginian. Why, answered the Southerner, slowly and casually, and addressing himself strictly to the man, while Trampas, on his side, paid obvious inattention, this hyeh delay, yu see, may unsettle our plans some. But itll be one of two ways,--were all goin to Rawhide, or were all goin to Billings. Were all one party, yu see. Trampas laughed audibly inside the door as he rejoined his men. I et him keep up appearances, I heard him tell them. It dont hurt us what he says to strangers. But Im goin to eat hearty either way, continued the Virginian. And I ain goin to be robbed. Ive been kind o promisin myself a treat if we stopped hyeh. Towns eat clean out, said the man. So yu tell me. But all you folks has forgot one source of revenue that yu have right close by, mighty handy. If you have got a gunny sack, Ill show you how to make some money. Bet your life! said the man. Mr. Le Moyne, said the Virginian, the outfits cookin stuff is aboard, and if youll get the fire ready, well try how frawgs laigs go fried. He walked off at once, the man following like a dog. Inside the caboose rose a gust of laughter. Frogs! muttered Scipio. And then turning a blank face to me, Frogs? Colonel Cyrus Jones had them on his bill of fare, I said. frogs legs à la delmonico. Shoo! I didnt get up that thing. They had it when I came. Never looked at it. Frogs? He went down the steps very slowly, with a long frown. Reaching the ground, he shook his head. That mans trail is surely hard to anticipate, he said. But I must hurry up that fire. For his appearance has given me encouragement, Scipio concluded, and became brisk. Shorty helped him, and I brought wood. Trampas and the other people strolled off to the station, a compact band. Our little fire was built beside the caboose, so the cooking things might be easily reached and put back. You would scarcely think such operations held any interest, even for the hungry, when there seemed to be nothing to cook. A few sticks blazing tamely in the dust, a frying-pan, half a tin bucket of lard, some water, and barren plates and knives and forks, and three silent men attending to them--that was |
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