'in' a college hat, as far as that goes, neither, but I know 'em when
I see 'em--I can spot 'em every time. Will you let us see them
Do-it-Alls?"
Lambert produced one of the little implements, explained its points, and
it passed from hand to hand, with comments which would have been worth
gold to the general agent.
"It's a toothpick and a tater-peeler put together," said Siwash, when it
came back to his hand. The young fellow with the black, sleek hair, who
kept his gun on, reached for it, bent over it in the light, examining it
with interest.
"You can trim your toenails with it and half-sole your boots," he said.
"You can shave with it and saw wood, pull teeth and brand mavericks; you
can open a bottle or a bank with it, and you can open the hired gal's
eyes with it in the mornin'. It's good for the old and the young, for
the crippled and the in-sane; it'll heat your house and hoe your garden,
and put the children to bed at night. And it's made and sold and
distributed by Mr.--Mr.--by the Duke----"
Here he bent over it a little closer, turning it in the light to see
what was stamped in the metal beneath the words "The Duke," that being
the name denoting excellence which the manufacturer had given the tool.
"By the Duke of--the Duke of--is them three links of saursage, Siwash?"
Siwash looked at the triangle under the name.
"No, that's Indian writin'; it means a mountain," he said.
"Sure, of course, I might 'a' knowed," the young man said with deep
self-scorn. "That's a butte, that's old Chimney Butte, as plain as
smoke. Made and sold and distributed in the Bad Lands by the Duke of
Chimney Butte. Duke," said he solemnly, rising and offering his hand,
"I'm proud to know you."
There was no laughter at this; it was not time to laugh yet. They sat
looking at the young man, primed and ready for the big laugh, indeed,
but holding it in for its moment. As gravely as the cowboy had risen, as
solemnly as he held his countenance in mock seriousness, Lambert rose
and shook hands with him.
"The pleasure is mostly mine," said he, not a flush of embarrassment or
resentment in his face, not a quiver of the eyelid as he looked the
other in the face, as if this were some high and mighty occasion, in
truth.
"And you're all right, Duke, you're sure all right," the cowboy said, a
note of admiration in his voice.
"I'd bet you money he's all right," Siwash said, and the others echoed
it in nods and grins.
The cow
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