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d tack； aided by the ardent suns and sweeping winds of the prairie； had done their work； so that it was a brown and thoroughly hardy looking lad that was handed over to Jimmy Green at the Crossing。
〃Here is Jack French's boy；〃 said Macmillan。 〃And it's him that's got the ear for music。 In another trip he'll dust them horses out of a hole with any of us。 Swear！ Well； I should smile！ By the powers！ he makes me feel queer。〃
〃Swear；〃 echoed a thick voice from behind the speaker； 〃who's swearing？〃
〃Hello！ Jack；〃 said Macmillan quietly。 〃Got a jag on； eh？〃
〃Attend to your own business； sir；〃 said Jack French； whose dignity grew and whose temper shortened with every bottle。 〃Answer my question； sir。 Who is swearing？〃
〃Oh； there's nothing to it； Jack；〃 said Macmillan。 〃I was telling Jimmy here that that's a mighty smart boy of yours； and with a great tongue for language。〃
〃I'll break his back；〃 growled Jack French； his face distorted with a scowl。 〃Look here； boy；〃 he continued； whirling fiercely upon the lad； 〃you are sent to me by the best woman on earth to make a man of you； and I'll have no swearing on my ranch；〃 delivering himself of which sentiment punctuated by a feu de joie of muddled oaths； he lurched away into the back shop and fell into a drunken sleep； leaving the boy astonished and for some minutes speechless。
〃Is that her brother？〃 he asked at length； when he had found voice。
〃Whose brother？〃 said Jimmy Green。
〃Yes； boy； that's her brother；〃 said Macmillan。 〃But that is not himself any more than a mad dog。 Jimmy here has been filling him up；〃 shaking his finger at the culprit； 〃which he had no right to do； knowing Jack French as he does； by the same token。〃
〃Oh； come on； Mac；〃 said Jimmy apologetically。 〃You know Jack French； and when he gets a…goin' could I stop him？ No； nor you。〃
Next morning when Kalman came forth from the loft which served Jimmy Green as store room for his marvellously varied merchandise； he found that Macmillan had long since taken the trail and was by this time miles on his journey toward Edmonton。 The boy was lonely and sick at heart。 Macmillan had been a friend to him； and had constituted the last link that held him to the life he had left behind in the city。 It was to Macmillan that the little white… faced lady who was to the boy the symbol of all that was high and holy in character； had entrusted him for safe deliverance to her brother Jack French。 Kalman had spent an unhappy night； his sleep being broken by the recurring vision of the fierce and bloated face of the man who had cursed him and threatened him on the previous evening。 The boy had not yet recovered from the horror and surprise of his discovery that this drunken and brutalized creature was the noble…hearted brother into whose keeping his friend and benefactress had given him。 That a man should drink himself drunk was nothing to his discredit in Kalman's eyes； but that Mrs。 French's brother； the loved and honoured gentleman whom she had taught him to regard as the ideal of all manly excellence； should turn out to be this bloated and foul…mouthed bully； shocked him inexpressibly。 From these depressing thoughts he was aroused by a cheery voice。
〃Hello！ my boy； had breakfast？〃
He turned quickly and beheld a tall； strongly made and handsome man of middle age； clean shaven； neatly groomed； and with a fine open cheery face。
〃No； sir；〃 he stammered； with unusual politeness in his tone； and staring with all his eyes。
It was Jack French who addressed him； but this handsome； kindly； well groomed man was so different from the man who had reeled over him and poured forth upon him his abusive profanity the night before； that his mind refused to associate the one with the other。
〃Well； boy；〃 said Jack French； 〃you must be hungry。 Jimmy； anything left for the boy？〃
〃Lots； Jack；〃 said Jimmy eagerly； as if relieved to see him clothed again and in his right mind。 〃The very best。 Here； boy； set in here。〃 He opened a door which led into a side room where the remains of breakfast were disclosed upon the table。 〃Bacon and eggs； my boy； eggs！ mind you； and Hudson's Bay biscuit and black strap。 How's that？〃
The boy； still lost in wonder； fell to with a great access of good cheer； and made a hearty meal； while outside he could hear Jack French's clear； cheery； commanding voice directing the packing of his buckboard。
The packing of the buckboard was a business calling for some skill。 In the box seat were stowed away groceries and small parcels for the ranch and for settlers along the trail。 Upon the boards behind the seat were loaded and roped securely； sides of pork； a sack of flour； and various articles for domestic use。 Last of all； and with great care； French disposed a mysterious case packed with straw； the contents of which were perfectly well known to the boy。
The buckboard packed； there followed the process of hitching up；a process at once spectacular and full of exciting incident； for the trip to the Crossing was to the bronchos； unbroken even to the halter； their first experience in the ways of civilized man。 Wild； timid and fiercely vicious； they were brought in from their night pickets on a rope； holding back hard； plunging； snorting； in terror； and were tied up securely in an out shed。 There was no time spent in gentle persuasion。 French took a collar and without hesitation； but without haste； walked quietly to the side of one of the shuddering ponies； a buckskin； and paying no heed to its frantic plunging； slipped it over his neck； keeping close to the pony's side and crowding it hard against the wall。 The rest of the harness offered more difficulty。 The pony went wild at every approach of the trailing straps and buckles。 Kalman looked on in admiration while French； without loss of temper； without oath or objurgation； went on quietly with his work。
〃Have to put a hitch on him； Jimmy； I guess；〃 said French after he had failed in repeated attempts。
Jimmy took a thin strong line of rope； put a running noose around the pony's jaw； threw the end over its neck and back through the noose again； thus making a most cruel bridle； and gave the rope a single sharp jerk。 The broncho fell back upon its haunches； and before it had recovered from its pain and surprise； French had the harness on its back and buckled into place。
The second pony； a piebald or pinto； needed no 〃Commache hitch；〃 but submitted to the harnessing process without any great protest。
〃Bring him along； Jimmy；〃 said French； leading out the pinto。
But this was easier said than done； for the buckskin after being faced toward the door； set his feet firmly in front of him and refused to budge an inch。
〃Touch him up behind； boy；〃 said Green to Kalman； who stood by eager to assist。
Kalman sprang forward with a stick in his hand； dodged under the poles which formed the sides of the stall； and laid a resounding whack upon the pony's flank。 There was a flash of heels； a bang on the shed wall； a plunge forward； and the pony was found clear of the shed and Kalman senseless on the ground。
〃Jimmy； you eternal fool！〃 cried French； 〃hold this rope！〃 He ran to the boy and picked him up in h