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〃I should say no…no…no！ You doggone little rascal； I'd rather herd a flea on a hot plate！ I've a plumb good notion to hog…tie yuh for awhile。 Can't trust yuh a minute nowhere。 Now look what you got to wear while your clothes dry！〃
〃Ee？ Ee？〃 invited Lovin Child； gleefully holding up a muffled little foot lost in the depths of Bud's sock。
〃Oh； I see； all right！ I'll tell the world I see you're a doggone nuisance！ Now see if you can keep outa mischief till I get the wood carried in。〃 Bud set him down on the bunk； gave him a mail…order catalogue to look at； and went out again into the storm。 When he came back； Lovin Child was sitting on the hearth with the socks off； and was picking bits of charcoal from the ashes and crunching them like candy in his small； white teeth。 Cash was hurrying to finish his scrubbing before the charcoal gave out； and was keeping an eye on the crunching to see that Lovin Child did not get a hot ember。
〃H'yah！ You young imp！〃 Bud shouted； stubbing his toe as he hurried forward。 〃Watcha think you area fire…eater； for gosh sake？〃
Cash bent his head lowit may have been to hide a chuckle。 Bud was having his hands full with the kid； and he was trying to be stern against the handicap of a growing worship of Lovin Child and all his little ways。 Now Lovin Child was all over ashes； and the clean undershirt was clean no longer； after having much charcoal rubbed into its texture。 Bud was not overstocked with clothes； much traveling had formed the habit of buying as he needed for immediate use。 With Lovin Child held firmly under one arm； where he would he sure of him； he emptied his 〃war…bag〃 on the bunk and hunted out another shirt
Lovin Child got a bath； that time； because of the ashes he had managed to gather on his feet and his hands and his head。 Bud was patient； and Lovin Child was delightedly unrepentantuntil he was buttoned into another shirt of Bud's； and the socks were tied on him。
〃Now； doggone yuh； I'm goin' to stake you out； or hobble yuh； or some darn thing； till I get that wood in！〃 he thundered； with his eyes laughing。 〃You want to freeze？ Hey？ Now you're goin' to stay right on this bunk till I get through； because I'm goin' to tie yuh on。 You may hollerbut you little son of a gun； you'll stay safe！〃
So Bud tied him； with a necktie around his body for a belt； and a strap fastened to that and to a stout nail in the wall over the bunk。 And Lovin Child； when he discovered that it was not a new game but instead a check upon his activities； threw himself on his back and held his breath until he was purple； and then screeched with rage。
I don't suppose Bud ever carried in wood so fast in his life。 He might as well have taken his time； for Lovin Child was in one of his fits of temper； the kind that his grandmother invariably called his father's cussedness coming out in him。 He howled for an hour and had both men nearly frantic before he suddenly stopped and began to play with the things he had scorned before to touch； the things that had made him bow his back and scream when they were offered to him hopefully。
Bud； his sleeves rolled up； his hair rumpled and the perspiration standing thick on his forehead； stood over him with his hands on his hips； the picture of perturbed helplessness。
〃You doggone little devil！〃 he breathed； his mind torn between amusement and exasperation。 〃If you was my own kid； I'd spank yuh！ But；〃 he added with a little chuckle； 〃if you was my own kid； I'd tell the world you come by that temper honestly。 Darned if I wouldn't〃
Cash； sitting dejected on the side of his own bunk； lifted his head； and after that his hawklike brows； and stared from the face of Bud to the face of Lovin Child。 For the first time he was struck with the resemblance between the two。 The twinkle in the eyes； the quirk of the lips； the shape of the forehead and； emphasizing them all； the expression of having a secret joke； struck him with a kind of shock。 If it were possible。。。 But； even in the delirium of fever； Bud had never hinted that he had a child； or a wife even。 He had firmly planted in Cash's mind the impression that his life had never held any close ties whatsoever。 So； lacking the clue； Cash only wondered and did not suspect。
What most troubled Cash was the fact that he had unwittingly caused all the trouble for Lovin Child。 He should not have tried to scrub the floor with the kid running loose all over the place。 As a slight token of his responsibility in the matter； he watched his chance when Bud was busy at the old cookstove； and tossed a rabbit fur across to Lovin Child to play with； a risky thing to do； since he did not know what were Lovin Child's little peculiarities in the way of receiving strange gifts。 But he was lucky。 Lovin Child was enraptured with the soft fur and rubbed it over his baby cheeks and cooed to it and kissed it； and said 〃Ee？ Ee？〃 to Cash； which was reward enough。
There was a strained moment when Bud came over and discovered what it was he was having so much fun with。 Having had three days of experience by which to judge； he jumped to the conclusion that Lovin Child had been in mischief again。
〃Now what yuh up to； you little scallywag？ 〃 he demanded。 〃How did you get hold of that？ Consarn your little hide； Boy。。。〃
〃Let the kid have it；〃 Cash muttered gruffly。 〃I gave it to him。〃 He got up abruptly and went outside； and came in with wood for the cookstove； and became exceedingly busy； never once looking toward the other end of the room； where Bud was sprawled upon his back on the bunk； with Lovin Child astride his middle； having a high old time with a wonderful new game of 〃bronk riding。〃
Now and then Bud would stop bucking long enough to slap Lovin Child in the face with the soft side of the rabbit fur； and Lovin Child would squint his eyes and wrinkle his nose and laugh until he seemed likely to choke。 Then Bud would cry； 〃Ride 'im； Boy！ Ride 'im an' scratch 'im。 Go get 'im； cowboyhe's your meat！〃 and would bounce Lovin Child till he squealed with glee。
Cash tried to ignore all that。 Tried to keep his back to it。 But he was human； and Bud was changed so completely in the last three days that Cash could scarcely credit his eyes and his ears。 The old surly scowl was gone from Bud's face； his eyes held again the twinkle。 Cash listened to the whoops； the baby laughter； the old； rodeo catch…phrases； and grinned while he fried his bacon。
Presently Bud gave a whoop； forgetting the feud in his play。 〃Lookit； Cash！ He's ridin' straight up and whippin' as he rides！ He's so…o…me bronk…fighter； buh…lieve me！〃
Cash turned and looked； grinned and turned away againbut only to strip the rind off a fresh…fried slice of bacon the full width of the piece。 He came down the room on his own side the dead line； and tossed the rind across to the bunk。
〃Quirt him with that； Boy；〃 he grunted； 〃and then you can eat it if you want。〃
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN。 LOVIN CHILD WRIGGLES IN
On the fourth day Bud's conscience pricked him into making a sort of apology to Cash； under the guise of speaking to Lovin Child； for still keeping the baby in camp。
〃I've got a blame good notion to pack you to town to…day； Boy； and try and find out where you belong；〃 he said； while he was feeding him oatmeal mush with sugar and canned milk。 〃It's pretty cold； though 。。。〃 He cast a slant…eyed glance at Cash； dourly frying his own hotcakes。 〃We'll see what it looks like after a while。 I sure have got to hunt up your folks soon as I can。 Ain't I； old…timer？〃
That salved his conscience a little； and freed him of the uneasy conviction that Cash believed him a kidnapper。 The weather did the rest。 An hour after breakfast； just when Bud was downheartedly thinking he could not much longer put off starting without betraying how hard it was going to be for him to give up the baby； the wind shifted the clouds and herded them down to the Big Mountain and held them there until they began to sift snow down upon the burdened pines。
〃Gee； it's going to storm again！〃 Bud blustered in。 〃It'll be snowing like all git…out in another hour。 I'll tell a cruel world I wouldn't take a dog out such weather as this。 Your folks may be worrying about yuh； Boy； but they ain't going to climb my carcass for packing yuh fifteen miles in a snow…storm and letting yuh freeze； maybe。 I guess the cabin's big enough to hold yuh another daywhat？〃
Cash lifted his eyebrows and pinched in his lips under his beard。 It did not seem to occur to Bud that one of them could stay in the cabin with the baby while the other carried to Alpine the news of the baby's whereabouts and its safety。 Or if it did occur to Bud； he was careful not to consider it a feasible plan。 Cash wondered if Bud thought he was pulling the wool over anybody's eyes。 Bud did not want to give up that kid； and he was tickled to death because the storm gave him an excuse for keeping it。 Cash was cynically amused at Bud's transparency。 But the kid was none of his business； and he did not intend to make any suggestions that probably would not be taken anyway。 Let Bud pretend he was anxious to give up the baby； if that made him feel any better about it。
That day went merrily to the music of Lovin Child's chuckling laugh and his unintelligible