After an hour had passed, the foreman of the Bar-20 turned to his
companion and then hesitated:
"Did, did-was he a cur?"
Frenchy looked off toward the south and, after an interval, replied:
"Yas. "Then, as an after thought, he added, "Yu see, he never reckoned
it would be that way."
Buck nodded, although he did not fully understand, and the subject
was forever closed.
CHAPTER XXIII
Mr. Cassidy Meets a Woman
The work of separating the cattle into herds of the different brands
was not a big contract, and with so many men it took but a
comparatively short time, and in two days all signs of the rustlers
had faded. It was then that good news went the rounds and the men
looked forward to a week of pleasure, which was all the sharper
accentuated by the grim mercilessness of the expedition into the
Panhandle. Here was a chance for unlimited hilarity and a whole week
in which to give strict attention to celebrating the recent victory.
So one day Mr. Hopalong Cassidy rode rapidly over the plain,
thinking about the joys and excitement promised by the carnival to be
held at Muddy Wells. With that rivalry so common to Western towns the
inhabitants maintained that the carnival was to break all records,
this because it was to be held in their town. Perry's Bend and
Buckskin had each promoted a similar affair, and if this year's
festivities were to be an improvement on those which had gone before,
they would most certainly be worth riding miles to see.
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