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“Do you mean to say you left her without a word of good-by?”

He looked down at his knee and scratched a patch of grease there. “That’s what! I was so blame mad I cut loose of the whole outfit. Once or twice sis had mentioned Nance in a casual kind of way, but as I didn’t bite–she had quit fishin’, and so I was all in the dark about her. She might ‘ave been dead or married or crazy, for all I knew. However, now that I was on my way back with nineteen thousand dollars in the bank and a good show for more, I kind o’ got to wonderin’ what she was sufferin’ at.”

“I hope she was married to a banker in town and the owner of an electric brougham. ‘Twould have served you right.”

He smiled again and resumed his story. “By the time I reached the old gate I was dusty as a stage-coach, and this old corduroy suit made me look as much like a tramp as anybody. As I came onto the old man he was waterin’ a span o’ horses at the well. Everything looked about the same, only a little older–he was pretty gray and some thinner–and I calls out kind o’ meek-like:

“‘Can I get a job here, mister?’

“He looked me over a spell, then says, ‘No, for I’m purty well supplied with hands.’

“‘What you need is a boss,’ I says, grinnin’.

“Then he knew me, but he didn’t do no fancy start–he just growled out kind o’ surly:

“‘I’m competent to do all the bossin’ on this place,’ he says.

“‘You may think so,’ I joshed him, ‘but if I couldn’t keep a place lookin’ a little slicker ‘n this, I’d sell out and give some better man a chance.’

“Did that faze him? Not on your life. He checked up both horses before he opened his mouth again.

“‘You don’t look none too slick yourself. How comes it you’re trampin’ this hot weather?’

“I see what he was driving at and so I fed him the dope he wanted.

“‘Well, I’ve had hard luck,’ I says. ‘I’ve been sick.’

“‘You don’t look sick,’ he snapped out, quick as a flash. ‘You look tolerable husky. You ‘pear like one o’ these chaps that eat up all they earn–eat and drink and gamble,’ he went on, pilin’ it up. ‘I don’t pity tramps a bit; they’re all topers.’

“I took it meek as Moses.

“‘Well,’ I says, ‘I’m just out of the hospital, and whilst I may seem husky, I need a good quiet place and a nice easy job for a while. Moreover, I’m terrible hungry.’

“‘You go ‘long up to the house,’ he says, ‘and tell the girl in the kitchen to hand you out a plate of cold meat. I’ll be along in a minute.’

“And off he went to the barn, leavin’ me shakin’ with his jolt. He was game all right! He figured me out as the prodigal son, and wa’n’t goin’ to knuckle. He intended for me to do all the knee exercise. I drifted along up the path toward the kitchen.

“Judas! but it did seem nice and familiar. It was all so green and flowery after camp. There ain’t a tree or a patch of green grass left in Cripple; but there, in our old yard, were lylock-trees, and rose-bushes climbin’ the porch, and pinks and hollyhocks–and beehives, just as they used to set–and clover. Say, it nearly had me snifflin’. It sure did.”

The memory of it rather pinched his voice as he described it, but he went on.

“Of course I couldn’t live down there now–it’s too low, after a man has breathed such air as this.”

He looked out at the big clouds soaring round Pike’s Peak.

“But the flowers and the grass they did kind o’ get me. I edged round on the front side of the house, and, sure enough, there sat mother, just as she used to–in the same old chair.