Young Wild West at Forbidden Pass | Page 2

Anna.
The girls, as they always called them, loved to travel around with our
hero and his partners, and they had learned to look upon the dangers
they were constantly coming in contact with rather lightly.
Arietta was the only one of the three who had been born and reared in
the West, but Anna and Eloise had been there long enough to become
accustomed to its ways, and they could ride horseback and shoot with
great skill.
Two Chinamen, who were riding bronchos and leading pack-horses,
were with our friends, and as they came to a halt in front of a saloon
that had a sign across the front declaring it to be a hotel, one of them
hastily dismounted, and before Young Wild West and the rest knew
what he was up to he disappeared around the corner of the shanty.
There were three men, besides the man who ran the saloon, in front of
the roughly-constructed building, and they seemed to be cowboys, by
their general appearance.
All four of the men were regarding the new arrivals with no little
interest, and when the Chinaman slid around the corner of the shanty
one of them called out:
"One of your heathens is dry, I reckon, strangers. I'll bet he's headin' fur
ther back door."
"Yer kin bet your life on that!" Cheyenne Charlie answered. "Hop likes
his tanglefoot once in a while, an' he never loses a chance ter git it."

"Well, if that's ther case I'd better go in an' wait on ther galoot, then,"
spoke up the proprietor of the place. "We ain't used ter seein' gals
around here, an' I sorter hate ter leave, too. But business is business."
The man spoke in a way that was not meant to be disrespectful, for
what he had said was undoubtedly the truth. The few inhabitants of Big
Bonanza were not in the habit of seeing female visitors.
"Well, gentlemen," said Young Wild West, "we have just dropped in
here by accident, and I reckon if there's no objection we'll camp around
here somewhere until morning. We are making a trip across the state,
and we are going in a straight line as much as possible. What we
happen to strike makes little difference to us; whether it is a mining
camp or a desert. We are used to all kinds of traveling, and generally go
prepared for anything."
"Talks like he was someone what sorter knows all about things, eh,
boys?" remarked the cowboy who had called out that the Chinaman
was heading for the back door to get into the saloon.
"Yes," answered one of his companions, while the other gave a nod.
"Looks as neat as a pin, too, don't he?" went on the man, who evidently
took it that our hero was a boy fond of showing off in an expensive
costume, and that he did not amount to a great deal.
"They all look neat," one of the others observed. "Them gals is sartinly
worth lookin' at, ain't they? They've struck it rich somewhere, an' ther
first big town they come ter they've bought new clothes. I reckon I kin
judge things all right."
"So you think you can judge pretty well, eh?" said Young Wild West,
as he dismounted. "Well, what do you take me to be?"
"A putty smart boy, who thinks it looks nice ter have his hair long, an'
who likes ter put on lugs 'cause he's got some putty gals with him,"
answered the cowboy, after a slight pause.

"So that is your opinion, is it?"
"I reckon it is, young feller."
"Well, don't you think a person has a right to wear good clothes if he
can well afford it?"
"Oh, yes. I ain't sayin' nothin' about that. But clothes don't make ther
man--or boy, either. How long have you been West, Sonny?"
"How long have you been West?"
"About fifteen years, I reckon."
"Well, I can beat you by three or four years, then. Anything more you
would like to know?"
"Oh, tell him ter dry up, Luke!" said the first speaker. "What's ther use
of talkin' ter ther young dandy? Him an' ther other boy has hired ther
man they've got with 'em ter take 'em around an' show 'em ther sights;
an' they've, got ther man rigged out in buckskin an' fancy trimmin's, jest
ter make 'em all attract attention. I'll bet I'm right on that!"
He turned to our hero as he said this and acted as though he was sure he
was right.
"How much will you bet, you windy galoot?"
As Young Wild West said this he drew a roll of bills from his pocket
and showed it to the three cowboys.
It was just then that the saloon-keeper appeared in