PARTNERS OF CHANCE PARTNERS OF CHANCE BY HENRY HERBERT KNIBBS " " Author of The Ridin' Kid from Powder River " "Sundown Slim," Overland Red," etc. BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY <fre JtorsiDe presrf Cambritige 1921 A? f COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY STREET & SMITH CORPORATION COPYRIGHT, IQZI, BY HENRY HERBERT KNIBBS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA CONTENTS I. LITTLE JIM 1 II. PANHANDLE 9 III. A MINUTE TOO LATE 21 IV. "A LITTLE GREEN RIVER" 29 V. "Top HAND ONCE" 38 VI. A HORSE-TRADE 56 VII. AT THE WATER-HOLE 72 VIII. HIGH HEELS AND MOCCASINS 84 IX. AT THE Box-S 97 X. To TRY HIM OUT 105 XL PONY TRACKS 112 XII. JIMMY AND THE LUGER GUN 121 XIII. AT AUNT JANE'S 130 XIV. ANOTHER GAME 142 XV. MORE PONY TRACKS 165 XVI. SAN ANDREAS TOWN 172 XVII. THAT MESCAL 184 XVIII. JOE SCOTT 194 XIX. DORRY COMES TO TOWN 202 XX. ALONG THE FOOTHILLS 211 " XXL GIT ALONG CAYUSE" 228 XXII. Box-S BUSINESS 237 XXIII. THE HOLE-IN-THE-WALL 246 XXIV. CHEYENNE PLAYS BIG 254 XXV. Two TRAILS HOME 262 459183 PARTNERS OF CHANCE CHAPTER I LITTLE JIM LITTLE JIM knew that something strange had happened, because Big Jim, his father, had sold their few head of cattle, the work team, and the farm implements, keeping only the two saddle- horses and the pack-horse, Filaree. When Little Jim asked where his mother had gone, Big Jim told him that she had gone on a visit, and would be away a long time. Little Jim wanted to know if his mother would ever come back. When Big Jim said that she would not, Little Jim manfully suppressed his tears, and, being of that frontier stock that always has an eye to the main chance, he thrust out his hand. "Well, I'll stick with you, dad. I reckon we can make the grade." Big Jim turned away and stood for a long time gazing out of the cabin window toward town. Presently he felt a tug at his coat-sleeve. "Is ma gone to live in town?" "Yes." 2 PARTNERS OF CHANCE "Then why don't you go get her?" "She don't want to come back, Jimmy." Little Jim could not understand this. Yet he had often heard his mother complain of their life on the homestead, and as often he had watched his father sitting grimly at table, saying nothing in reply to his wife's querulous com- plainings. The boy knew that his father had worked hard to make a home. They had all worked hard. But, then, that had seemed the only thing to do. Presently Big Jim swung round as though he had made a decision. He lighted the lamp iirthe kitchen and made a fire. Little Jim scurried out to the well with a bucket. Little Jim was a hustler, never waiting to be told what to do. His mother was gone. He did not know why. But he knew that folks had to eat and sleep and work. While his father prepared supper, Little Jim rolled up his own shirt-sleeves and washed vigorously. Then he filled the two glasses on the table, laid the plates and knives and forks, and finding nothing else to do in the house, just then, he scurried out again and returned with his small arms filled with firewood. Big Jim glanced at him. "I guess we don't LITTLE JIM 8 need any more wood, Jimmy. We'll be leaving in the morning." "What? Leavin' here?" His father nodded. "Goin' to town, dad?" "No. South." "Just us two, all alone?" "Yes. Don't you want to go?" "Sure! But I wish ma was comin', too." Big Jim winced. "So do I, Jimmy. But I guess we can get along all right. How would you like to visit Aunt Jane, down in Arizona?" "Where them horn toads and stingin' lizards are?" "Yes and Gila monsters and all kinds of critters." "Gee! Has Aunt Jane got any of 'em on her ranch?" Big Jim forced a smile. "I reckon so." Little Jim's face was eager. "Then I say, let's go. Mebby I can get to shoot one. Hunt- in' is more fun than workin' all the time. I guess ma got tired of workin', too. She said that was all she ever expected to do, 'long as we lived out here on the ranch. But she never told me she was goin' to quit." 4 PARTNERS OF CHANCE "She didn't tell me, either, Jimmy. But you wouldn't understand." Jimmy puckered his forehead. "I guess ma kind of throwed us down, didn't she, dad?" "We'll have to forget about it," said Big " Jim slowly. "Down at Aunt Jane's place in 5 "Somethin' s burnin', dad!" Big Jim turned to the stove. Little Jim gazed at his father's back critically. There was something in the stoop of the broad shoul- ders that was unnatural, strange -something that caused Little Jim to hesitate in his ques- tioning. Little Jim idolized his father, and, with unfailing intuition, believed in him to the last word. As for his mother, who had left without explanation and would never return Little Jim missed her, but more through habit of association than with actual grief. He knew that his mother and father had not gotten along very well for some time. And now Little Jim recalled something that his mother had said : "He's as much your boy as he is mine, Jim Hastings, and, if you are set on sending him to school, for goodness' sake get him some decent clothes, which is more than I have had for many a year." Until then Jimmy had not realized that his LITTLE JIM 5 clothing or his mother's was other than it should be. Moreover, he did not want to go to school. He preferred to work on the ranch with his father. But it was chiefly the tone of his mother's voice that had impressed him. For the first time in his young life, Little Jim felt that he was to blame for something which he could not understand. He was accustomed to his mother's sudden fits of unreasonable anger, often followed by a cuff, or sharp reprimand. But she had never mentioned his need of better clothing before, nor her own need. As for being as much his father's boy as his mother's Little Jim felt that he quite agreed to that, and, if anything, that he be- longed more to his father, who was kind to him, than to any one else in the world. Little Jim, trying to reason it out, now thought that he knew why his mother had left home. She had gone to live in town that she might have better clothes and be with folks and not wear her fingers to the bone simply for a bed and three meals a day, as Little Jim had heard her say more than once. But the trip to Aunt Jane's, down in Arizona, was too vivid in his imagination to allow room for pondering. Big Jim had said they were to leave 6 PARTNERS OF CHANCE in the morning. So, while supper was cooking, Little Jim slipped into his bedroom and busied himself packing his own scant belongings. Presently his father called him. Little Jim plodded out bearing his few spare clothes corded in a neat bundle, with an old piece of canvas for the covering. His father had taught him to pack. Big Jim stared. Then a peculiar expression flitted across his face. Little Jim was always for the main chance. "I'm all hooked up to hit the trail, dad." In his small blue overalls and jumper, in his alert and manful attitude, Little Jim was a pocket edition of his father. "Where's your shootin'-iron?" queried Big Jim jokingly. "Why, she's standin' in the corner, aside of yours. A man don't pack his shootin'-iron in his bed-roll when he hits the trail. He keeps her handy." "For stingin' lizards, eh?" "For 'most anything. Stingin' lizards, In- juns, or hoss-thieves, or anything that we kin shoot. We ain't takin' no chances on this here trip." Big Jim gestured toward the table and pulled up his chair. Little Jim was too heartily inter- LITTLE JIM 7 ested in the meal to notice that his father gazed curiously at him from time to time. Until then, Big Jim had thought of his small son as a chipper, sturdy, willing boy his boy. But now, Little Jim seemed suddenly to have be- come an actual companion, a partner, a sharer in things as they were and were to be. Hard work and inherent industry had de- veloped in Little Jim an independence that would have been considered precocious in the East. Big Jim was glad that the mother's ab- sence did not seem to affect the boy much. Little Jim seemed quite philosophical about it. Yet, deep in his heart, Little Jim missed his mother, more than his father realized. The house seemed strangely empty and quiet. And it had seemed queer that Big Jim should cook the supper, and, later, wash the dishes. That evening, just before they went to bed, Big Jim ransacked the bureau, sorting out his own things, and laying aside a few things that his wife had left: a faded pink ribbon, an old pair of high-heeled slippers, a torn and un- mended apron, and an old gingham dress.