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very entertaining situation。
But no one could ever foretell Colonel Jones's actions。 He showed every intention of seating himself in the chair； then walked over to his pack to begin searching for something or other。 Wallace； however； promptly took the seat； and what began to be funnier than strange； he did not get up。 Not unlikely this circumstance was owing to the fact that several of the rude chairs had soft layers of old blanket tacked on them。 Whatever were Frank's internal emotions； he presented a remarkably placid and commonplace exterior； but when Jim began to search for the missing pan of dough； the joker slowly sagged in his chair。
〃Shore that beats hell！〃 said Jim。 〃I had three pans of dough。 Could the pup have taken one？〃
Wallace rose to his feet； and the bread pan clattered to the floor； with a clang and a clank； evidently protesting against the indignity it had suffered。 But the dough stayed with Wallace； a great white conspicuous splotch on his corduroys。 Jim； Frank and Jones all saw it at once。
〃WhyMr。 Wallaceyou setin the dough！〃 exclaimed Frank； in a queer； strangled voice。 Then he exploded； while Jim fell over the table。
It seemed that those two Arizona rangers； matured men though they were； would die of convulsions。 I laughed with them； and so did Wallace； while he brought his one…handled bowie knife into novel use。 Buffalo Jones never cracked a smile； though he did remark about the waste of good flour。
Frank's face was a study for a psychologist when Jim actually apologized to Wallace for being so careless with his pans。 I did not betray Frank； but I resolved to keep a still closer watch on him。 It was partially because of this uneasy sense of his trickiness in the fringe of my mind that I made a discovery。 My sleeping…bag rested on a raised platform in one corner； and at a favorable moment I examined the bag。 It had not been tampered with； but I noticed a string turning out through a chink between the logs。 I found it came from a thick layer of straw under my bed； and had been tied to the end of a flatly coiled lasso。 Leaving the thing as it was； I went outside and carelessly chased the hounds round the cabin。 The string stretched along the logs to another chink； where it returned into the cabin at a point near where Frank slept。 No great power of deduction was necessary to acquaint me with full details of the plot to spoil my slumbers。 So I patiently awaited developments。
Lawson rode in near sundown with the carcasses of two beasts of some species hanging over his saddle。 It turned out that Jones had planned a surprise for Wallace and me； and it could hardly have been a more enjoyable one； considering the time and place。 We knew he had a flock of Persian sheep on the south slope of Buckskin； but had no idea it was within striking distance of Oak。 Lawson had that day hunted up the shepherd and his sheep； to return to us with two sixty…pound Persian lambs。 We feasted at suppertime on meat which was sweet； juicy； very tender and of as rare a flavor as that of the Rocky Mountain sheep。
My state after supper was one of huge enjoyment and with intense interest I awaited Frank's first spar for an opening。 It came presently； in a lull of the conversation。
〃Saw a big rattler run under the cabin to…day；〃 he said； as if he were speaking of one of Old Baldy's shoes。 〃I tried to get a whack at him； but he oozed away too quick。〃
〃Shore I seen him often；〃 put in Jim。 Good； old； honest Jim； led away by his trickster comrade！ It was very plain。 So I was to be frightened by snakes。
〃These old canyon beds are ideal dens for rattle snakes；〃 chimed in my scientific California friend。 〃I have found several dens； but did not molest them as this is a particularly dangerous time of the year to meddle with the reptiles。 Quite likely there's a den under the cabin。〃
While he made this remarkable statement； he had the grace to hide his face in a huge puff of smoke。 He； too； was in the plot。 I waited for Jones to come out with some ridiculous theory or fact concerning the particular species of snake； but as he did not speak； I concluded they had wisely left him out of the secret。 After mentally debating a moment； I decided； as it was a very harmless joke； to help Frank into the fulfillment of his enjoyment。
〃Rattlesnakes！〃 I exclaimed。 〃Heavens！ I'd die if I heard one； let alone seeing it。 A big rattler jumped at me one day； and I've never recovered from the shock。〃
Plainly； Frank was delighted to hear of my antipathy and my unfortunate experience； and he proceeded to expatiate on the viciousness of rattlesnakes； particularly those of Arizona。 If I had believed the succeeding stories； emanating from the fertile brains of those three fellows； I should have made certain that Arizona canyons were Brazilian jungles。 Frank's parting shot； sent in a mellow； kind voice； was the best point in the whole trick。 〃Now； I'd be nervous if I had a sleepin' bag like yours； because it's just the place for a rattler to ooze into。〃
In the confusion and dim light of bedtime I contrived to throw the end of my lasso over the horn of a saddle hanging on the wall； with the intention of augmenting the noise I soon expected to create； and I placed my automatic rifle and 。38 S。 and W。 Special within easy reach of my hand。 Then I crawled into my bag and composed myself to listen。 Frank soon began to snore； so brazenly； so fictitiously； that I wondered at the man's absorbed intensity in his joke； and I was at great pains to smother in my breast a violent burst of riotous merriment。 Jones's snores； however； were real enough； and this made me enjoy the situation all the more； because if he did not show a mild surprise when the catastrophe fell； I would greatly miss my guess。 I knew the three wily conspirators were wide…awake。 Suddenly I felt a movement in the straw under me and a faint rustling。 It was so soft； so sinuous； that if I had not known it was the lasso； I would assuredly have been frightened。 I gave a little jump； such as one will make quickly in bed。 Then the coil ran out from under the straw。 How subtly suggestive of a snake！ I made a slight outcry； a big jump； paused a moment for effectiveness in which time Frank forgot to snorethen let out a tremendous yell； grabbed my guns； sent twelve thundering shots through the roof and pulled my lasso。
Crash！ the saddle came down； to be followed by sounds not on Frank's programme and certainly not calculated upon by me。 But they were all the more effective。 I gathered that Lawson； who was not in the secret； and who was a nightmare sort of sleeper anyway； had knocked over Jim's table； with its array of pots and pans and then； unfortunately for Jones had kicked that innocent person in the stomach。
As I lay there in my bag； the very happiest fellow in the wide world； the sound of my mirth was as the buzz of the wings of a fly to the mighty storm。 Roar on roar filled the cabin。
When the three hypocrites recovered sufficiently from the startling climax to calm Lawson； who swore the cabin had been attacked by Indians； when Jones stopped roaring long enough to hear it was only a harmless snake that had caused the trouble； we hushed to repose once morenot； however； witho