I wouldnt give him a job in my corral, not if he paid me to.
Youll find it out quick enough, and serve you right, - with more that would be unfit for print. - Where he learned so much about packing I dont know. Any price lower than the figure I gave them. - I tell you, it cant be done, and What price? - smiled Bart irritatingly. But I know a thing or two, and I know the trip cant be made at the price. Its a lie, thats what it is! - roared Carlin. - They took his bid because it was the lowest. You dont know what youre talking about. - He dont know what hes talking about. The Club president already knows what I can do as a packer.- Barts drawl was forgotten. - And if theyd a-been satisfied with the Triple X, they sure wouldnt have asked me for rival bids.- He straight¬ ened the saddle so abruptly that Moro pranced. Thing might happen to them! - Hes not fit, and if I hadnt bid myself, (which would make it look like a personal matter), Id write the Sequoia Club and tell them so.- Carlin was a big man, and he had a plat¬ form voice. Well, youll be a fool to try it, with your inexperience! Why, - to the gathering circle, that boys not fit to handle a re¬ sponsibility like that - taking fifty people off into the back-country where most any. Youve had the monopoly long enough, then, - Bart uttered with irritating calm. I call it dirty business! - and this time the blacksmith had no trouble in hearing Carlins half of the dialogue. - Yes, sir, I call it downright dirty business! - To under-bid a man thats held the contract all these years! . I dont know what you bid, - drawled Bart placidly, - but I made my own bid, - and it has been accepted.- - Some of the loungers had started down the street, scent¬ ing excitement.
So youve been trying to under-bid the Triple X! - he bellowed. - His voice car¬ ried clear to the crowd of idlers around the blacksmith shop a block away.
Bart recognized theīlue envelope of the Sequoia Club in his hand. Then Bart acknowledged his check and rode back to Three Pines to cash it.Īs he reached the far end of the business block, he found Carlin just coming out of the post office, his square face with its two- story chin so red with anger that his sandy mustache looked pale. The daily wind of the Owens Valley des¬ ert was just beginning to relieve the dry heat of noonday, and the best of appetites were applied to the veal steak and new po¬ tatoes, cucumbers, corn on the cob, and green apple pie. The yel¬ low-haired girl lifted the lid from a huge flat box built over the brook that tinkled through the back yard, selecting from among jars of milk and other products of the little ranch. Tim, are your hands clean? Norma, bring that small jar of cream.-īart whisked the saddle from huge gray Moro, turning him into the field with an affectionate slap on the shoulder. Children, - insisted the pink cheeked woman who seemed too young to be Barts mother, - come in to dinner now, and well My, but Carlin will be mad! - Bart so¬ bered.
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Enclosed please find check for the full amount, ($3,000), as requested, that you may hire pack-mules and purchase supplies in advance.Īnd its headed, Winthrop Clark, M. We look forward to a most enjoyable trip with you. Whitney by Little Five Lakes Basin, and back by Junction Pass and Kings 9 River Canyon. We will make the circuit covered last year by the Sierra Club, - that is, from Giant Forest to Mt. Guide and pack our party of fifty, with your sister in charge of commissary, at your rate of $60 apiece for the thirty days, beginning July sixth. We have decided to accept your offer to Bartlett Blaisdell, - (she read) - Three Pines, - Inyo County, California, Mother, cant I go too? - clamored four- teen-year old Tim. Good work! - his sister Norma congrat¬ ulated him. J_j dell leapt from his horse and burst through the corral gate holding out a letter. - Weve won the contract for the Sequoia Club high trip! THE RIVAL PACKERS [STEN to this, folks! - Bart Blais. «Fleet Foot», «The Travels of Honk-a- Tonk, - and - Trail and Tree Top».