rustle, and no one could feel them in there.
That seven hours I had to wait in Wickenburg seemed like a week. Even when I didnât have to worry about being robbed I couldnât rest comfortably on my bed, and it wasnât much more comfortable to hobble around the streets. I went to all three restaurants to see if any of them had stewed chicken or poached fish, but they didnât so I bought a can of salmon and a quart of milk in a grocery store and took them back to my room. Then I went to the depot and bought my ticket, just to kill time. While the agent was stamping the back of it I asked, âIs the bowlegged freight conductor who runs between here and Phoenix due in this afternoon?â
âYep! Yep!â he told me. âThatâll be Jim Magee, and he ought to pull in âlong about three oâclock. How come you to ask?â
âHe did me a good turn once,â I said, âand I just thought Iâd like to say hello if I could find him again.â
âYou ainât alone,â the agent told me as he took my two dollars and picked the change out of the till. âJim, heâs got a soft spot for down-anâ-out cowhandsâspecially them thatâs kids and a long ways from home. He didnât get them bowlegs of his railroading. Didnât go to braking freight till . . . â98, if I recollect right . . . not till he was pretty well stove up. Time he was your age he was the bronc peelinâest cowhand in these parts. What did he, lend you a five?â
âNo,â I said, âjust did me a good turn when I needed it.â
If the agent hadnât asked me about the five Iâd have hung around the depot till the freight came in, then thanked Jim Magee again for bringing me out from Phoenix. But I got the idea that the old fellow must have lent many a five to boys who hadnât been as lucky as I, and who had never been able to come back and repay him. I walked up and down the platform three or four times, just thinking about it, and the more I thought, the more I wanted to pay back the debt for one of those boys. But you couldnât walk up to a man like Jim Magee and hand him a five-dollar bill, along with some goody-goody talk about wanting to pay somebody elseâs debt. There was only one thing I could think of to do, so I went up to the main street, bought a box of ten-cent cigars, and was leaning against the end of the depot when Jimâs freight pulled in on the siding.
I stayed where I was until the engine had been uncoupled, then started across the tracks. The old man recognized me before I was halfway to him and called out, âHi there, bub! See you done some ridinâ and come out all in one piece. Do any good?â
âYep,â I said, âI was lucky, so I wonât be needing that straw car; Iâm going to ride the cushions. Just came over to thank you for giving me a lift, and I brought along a few cigars I donât have any use for. That one of yours looks kind of worn down.â
It looked as though the stump old Jim had clenched in his teeth was the same one heâd had when he brought me out from Phoenix. He took it out, tossed it away, and said, âNow that was right kindly of you, but you neednât to have fetched along no cigars. Most generally the boys donât bother to come back lessân they need another lift, and you aâready thanked me once.â
The cigar box wasnât wrapped, and I guess Jim had thought thereâd be only two or three in it. When he took it he looked up quickly and said, âLord Aâmighty! A whole boxful! You didnât go buy âem, did you?â
I thought it would be better to tell him a white lie, so I just said, âSide bet, and I donât smoke.â
âLord! Lord!â he said as he looked the box over. âTen-centers! Whoâd you bet withâone of them Hollywood dudes? You mustâa done all