Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1924-09-04
BY JACKSON GREGORY
Copyright by Charles scribner's Sons

who love her, senior, learn her to walk
and to ride and to shoot and to talk.
You shall hear her say, 'Buenos dias,
Jose, mi amigo!' You shall see her KEGS
the cheek of old Jose. Madre de
Dios! would go down to hi for
her to bring back fire to warm her
leetle feet cen weenter y
Lee went thoqghtfully on his way to
The bunk-house. "I've got orders for
you fellows" he said from the door
way. 1.-THE boss of the outfit, the real
owner, you know, just blew in. Up
at the house. Says you boys are to
stick around to take orders straight
from headquarters. You, Benny" to
the cook, "are to have q mans size
breakfast ready in Jiffy."
Naturally Benny led the clamor with
a string Of oaths. What in blazes did
the owner of the ranch have to show
up for anyway ?-he wanted to know.
He accepted the fact as a personal af-
front Who was this owner?-de-
manded Ward Harmon, the foreman of
the lower ranch, where the alfalfa
/ fields were.
Lee explained gravely that the new
conner was some sort of relative of old
Luke Sanford who had recently ac-
CURED a controlling interest in the
ranch Ward Harmon grunted con-
temptuously "The Lord deliver us !"
he moaned. Eastern jasper! One Of
the know-all-about-it brand, huh,
Bud? I'll bet he combs his hair in
the middle and smokes cigareets out'n
box! The putty-headed looms can't
even roll their own smokes"
1 '.Don't believe" hazarded Lee in
differently, from the looks Of our
visitor that--that the owner smokes
anything!"
Listen to thatw grunted Ward
Harmon. "Softy, huh?"
"Well," Bud admitted slowly, 'Iooks
sort of like a girl, you knowI"
"Wouldn't that choke your" de-
manded Carson, the COW foreman, a
thin, awkward little man, gray in the
service of real men," Taking or
ders off'n a fool fasteners bad
enough. But old man or young, Bud?''
Gust a KID was Lees further
dampening news. And as he noncha-
llantly buttered his hot cakes he added
carelessly: Something Of scrapper,
though Just put two thirty-two
calibers into Trevors."
They stared at him incredulously
Then Carson's dry cackle led the
laughter.
/ you're the biggest liar. Bud Lee, :
said the old man good-naturedly, Il
ever focused my two eyes on. I'll lay
an even bet there amt nobody showed
a-tall up this morning"
sY,ou. Tommy" said Lee to the boy
at his side, shovel your grub down
| lively and go hitch Molly and old Pie
face to the blackboard. That's orders
from headquarters" he grinned
'Trevors is to be hauled away first
thing"
Tommy looked curiously at his SUI
lperior. "On the level, BudY' he asked
doubtingly.
"On the level, laddie,' was the
quiet response
And young Burkitt, wonderful but
! doubling no longer. FASTENED with his
breakfast.
| The others, looking at Lees sober
face questioningly, fired a broadside
Of inquiries at him. But they got nc
further information.
i've told you boys all the news
| y.
that an earful for this time Of day
The real boss is on the job: Treyors
is winged; you are to stick around fol
orders from headquarters"
Out of the tail Of his eye he saw
the swift approach Of Bayne Trevors
The general managers face was black
with rage and through that dark