第28章 JIMMY HAYES AND MURIEL(1)

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Supper was over, and there had fallen upon the camp the silence that accompanies the rolling of corn-husk cigarettes.The water hole shone from the dark earth like a patch of fallen sky.Coyotes yelped.Dull thumps indicated the rocking-horse movements of the hobbled ponies as they moved to fresh grass.A half-troop of the Frontier Battalion of Texas Rangers were distributed about the fire.

A well-known sound -- the fluttering and scraping of chaparral against wooden stirrups -- came from the thick brush above the camp.The rangers listened cautiously.They heard a loud and cheerful voice call out reassuringly:

"Brace up, Muriel, old girl, we're 'most there now! Been a long ride for ye, ain't it, ye old antediluvian handful of animated carpet-tacks? Hey, now, quit a tryin' to kiss me! Don't hold on to my neck so tight -- this here paint hoss ain't any too shore-footed, let me tell ye.He's liable to dump us both off if we don't watch out."Two minutes of waiting brought a tired "paint" pony single-footing into camp.A gangling youth of twenty lolled in the saddle.Of the "Muriel"whom he had been addressing, nothing was to be seen.

"Hi, fellows!" shouted the rider cheerfully."This here's a letter fer Lieutenant Manning."He dismounted, unsaddled, dropped the coils of his stake-rope, and got his hobbles from the saddle-horn.While Lieutenant Manning, in command, was reading the letter, the newcomer, rubbed solicitously at some dried mud in the loops of the hobbles, showing a consideration for the forelegs of his mount.

"Boys," said the lieutenant, waving his hand to the rangers, "this is Mr.

James Hayes.He's a new member of the company.Captain McLean sends him down from El Paso.The boys will see that you have some supper, Hayes, as soon as you get your pony hobbled."The recruit was received cordially by the rangers.Still, they observed him shrewdly and with suspended judgment.Picking a comrade on the border is done with ten times the care and discretion with which a girl chooses a sweetheart.On your "side-kicker's" nerve, loyalty, aim, and coolness your own life may depend many times.

After a hearty supper Hayes joined the smokers about the fire.His appearance did not settle all the questions in the minds of his brother rangers.They saw simply a loose, lank youth with tow-coloured, sun-burned hair and a berry-brown, ingenuous face that wore a quizzical, good-natured smile.

"Fellows," said the new ranger, "I'm goin' to interduce to you a lady friend of mine.Ain't ever heard anybody call her a beauty, but you'll all admit she's got some fine points about her.Come along, Muriel!"He held open the front of his blue flannel shirt.Out of it crawled a horned frog.A bright red ribbon was tied jauntily around its spiky neck.It crawled to its owner's knee and sat there, motionless.

"This here Muriel," said Hayes, with an oratorical wave of his hand, "has got qualities.She never talks back, she always stays at home, and she's satisfied with one red dress for every day and Sunday, too.""Look at that blame insect!" said one of the rangers with a grin."I've seen plenty of them horny frogs, but I never knew anybody to have one for a side-partner.Does the blame thing know you from anybody else?""Take it over there and see," said Hayes.

The stumpy little lizard known as the horned frog is harmless.He has the hideousness of the prehistoric monsters whose reduced descendant he is, but he is gentler than the dove.

The ranger took Muriel from Hayes's knee and went back to his seat on a roll of blankets.The captive twisted and clawed and struggled vigorously in his hand.After holding it for a moment or two, the ranger set it upon the ground.Awkwardly, but swiftly the frog worked its four oddly moving legs until it stopped close by Hayes's foot.

"Well, dang my hide!" said the other ranger."The little cuss knows you.

Never thought them insects had that much sense!"II

Jimmy Hayes became a favourite in the ranger camp.He had an endless store of good-nature, and a mild, perennial quality of humour that is well adapted to camp life.He was never without his horned frog.In the bosom of his shirt during rides, on h is knee or shoulder in camp, under his blankets at night, the ugly little beast never left him.

Jimmy was a humourist of a type that prevails in the rural South and West.Unskilled in originating methods of amusing or in witty conceptions, he had hit upon a comical idea and clung to it reverently.

It had seemed to Jimmy a very funny thing to have about his person, with which to amuse his friends, a tame horned frog with a red ribbon around its neck.As it was a happy idea, why not perpetuate it?

The sentiments existing between Jimmy and the frog cannot be exactly determined.The capability of the horned frog for lasting affection is a subject upon which we have had no symposiums.It is easier to guess Jimmy's feelings.Muriel was his chef _d'oeuvre_ of wit, and as such he cherished her.He caught flies for her, and shielded her from sudden northers.Yet his care was half selfish, and when the time came she repaid him a thousand fold.Other Muriels have thus overbalanced the light attentions of other Jimmies.

Not at once did Jimmy Hayes attain full brotherhood with his comrades.