The Happy Family | Page 5

to say battlement; of a truth, his conception of
battlements was extremely hazy, but he caught up the word and
warmed to the subject. "Battlement? well I should guess yes! There was
about as elegant a battlement as I'd want to see anywhere. It was sure a
peach. It was--" he hesitated for a fraction of a second. "It was high as
the tower, and it had figures carved all over it; them kind that looks like
kid-drawing in school, with bows and arrows stuck out in front of 'em,
threatening."
"Not the old Greek!" exclaimed one of the girls in a little, breathless
voice.
"I couldn't say as to that," Andy made guarded reply. "I never made no
special study of them things. But they was sure old. And--"
"About how large was the castle?" put in the man who wrote things.
"How many rooms, say?"
"I'd hate to give a guess at the size. I didn't step it off, and I'm a punk
guesser. The rooms I didn't count. I only explored around in the main

hall, like, a little. But it got dark early, down in there, and I didn't have
no matches to waste. And next morning I started right out at sun-up to
find the way home. No, I never counted the rooms, and if I had, the
chances are I'd have likely counted the same one more'n once; to count
them rooms would take an expert, which I ain't--not at counting. I don't
reckon, though, that there was so awful many. Anyway, not more than
fifteen or twenty. But as I say, I couldn't rightly make a guess, even; or
I'd hate to. Ruins don't interest me much, though I was kinda surprised
to run acrost that one, all right, and I'm willing to gamble there was
warm and exciting times down there when the place was in running
order. I'd kinda like to have been down there then. Last fall, though,
there wasn't nothing to get excited over, except getting out uh there."
"A castle away out here! Just think, good people, what that means!
Romance, adventure and scientific discoveries! We must go right down
there and explore the place. Why can't we start at once--in the morning?
This gentleman can guide us to the place, and--"
"It ain't easy going," Andy remarked, conscientiously. "It's pretty rough;
some places, you'd have to walk and lead your horses."
They swept aside the discouragement.
"We'd need pick and shovels, and men to dig," cried one enthusiast.
"Uncle Peter can lend us some of his men. There may be treasure to
unearth. There may be anything that is wonderful and mysterious. Get
busy, Uncle Peter, and get your outfit together; you've boasted that a
roundup can beat the army in getting under way quickly, now let us
have a practical demonstration. We want to start by six o'clock--all of
us, with a cook and four or five men to do the excavating. Bring it to
pass!" It was the voice of the girl whom her friends spoke of as "The
life of the party;" the voice of the-girl-who-does-things.
"It's sixty-five miles from here, good and strong--and mostly up and
down," put in Andy.
"'Quoth the raven,'" mocked the-girl-who-does-things. "We are
prepared to face the ups-and-downs. Do we start at six, Uncle Peter?"
Uncle Peter glanced sideways at the roundup boss. To bring it to pass,
he would be obliged to impress the roundup cook and part of the crew.
It was breaking an unwritten law of the rangeland, and worse, it was
doing something unbusiness-like and foolish. But not even the owner
of the Rocking R may withstand the pleading of a pretty woman. Uncle

Peter squirmed, but he promised:
"We start at six; earlier if you say so."
The roundup boss gave his employer a look of disgust and walked
away; the crew took it that he went off to some secluded place to swear.
Thereafter there was much discussion of ways and means, and much
enthusiasm among the visitors from the East--equalled by the
depression of the crew, for cowboys do not, as a rule, take kindly to
pick and shovel, and the excavators had not yet been chosen from
among them. They were uneasy, and they stole frequent, betraying
glances at one another. All of which amused Pink much. Pink would
like to have gone along, and would certainly have offered his services,
but for the fact that his work there was done and he would have to start
back to the Flying U just as soon as one of his best saddle horses,
which had stepped on a broken beer bottle and cut its foot, was able to
travel. That would be in a few days, probably. So Pink sighed and
watched the preparations