When Reddy next
took cognizance of his surroundings he was serving as a mattress
for the anatomy of three stalwart riders. He was gently deposited
face down on his bunk with a one-hundred-eighty-pound live peg at
the end of each arm and leg.
"All ready, Denver," announced Frisco from the end of the left
foot.
Denver selected a pair of plain leather chaps with care and
proceeded to business. What he had to do he did with energy. It
is safe to say that at least one of those present can still
vividly remember this and testify to his thoroughness.
Mac drifted in after the disciplining. As foreman it was fitting
that he should be discreetly ignorant of what had occurred, but
he could not help saying:
"That y'u I heard singing, Reddy? Seems to me y'u had ought to
take that voice into grand opera. The way y'u straddle them high
notes is a caution for fair. What was it y'u was singing? Sounded
like 'Would I were far from here, love.'"
"Y'u go to hell," choked Reddy, rushing past him from the
bunkhouse.
McWilliams looked round innocently. "I judge some of y'u boys
must a-been teasing Reddy from his manner. Seemed like he didn't
want to sit down and talk."
"I shouldn't wonder but he'll hold his conversations standing for
a day or two," returned Missou gravely.
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