Free Get Smart 8 - Max Smart Loses Control by William Johnston Page A

probably find out sooner or later.”
    “In the meantime,” Max said, “we better pretend to be working.”
    They left the bunkhouse and went to the corral.
    “It’s probably either feeding time or milking time,” Max said. “Now . . . we have a horse and a cow, so it ought to be easy to figure out which to do to which. Except that . . . uh, Hymie, do you happen to know which is the horse and which is the cow?”
    “A cow has horns, I think,” Hymie replied.
    “Good—that settles that,” Max said, approaching the animal with the horns. “Now, then . . .” He looked under the steer. “Are you positive about that horn business?” he asked, raising up. “This cow doesn’t seem to have any faucets.”
    “The horse doesn’t either,” Hymie reported.
    “Maybe we’ve got a handicapped cow here,” Max said.
    “Or—” Hymie began.
    Just then, though, 99 appeared. “You!” she called to Max and Hymie. “I want to ride. Saddle the pony for me.”
    “I guess she doesn’t recognize us,” Max said to Hymie. “These handlebar mustaches are a better disguise than I thought.”
    “I think she’s putting on an act, Max,” Hymie said.
    “What for, for heaven’s sake? We’re old friends.”
    “She’s acting like a real guest, Max, to keep the other hands from getting suspicious.”
    “Oh,” Max nodded.
    “Well—are you going to saddle the horse?” 99 asked. “Or do I have to report you to the management?”
    “There’s a little difficulty about that, lady,” Max replied. “But maybe you can straighten it out. Do you happen to know which one of these horses is the horse?”
    “The high one,” 99 replied.
    “Wouldn’t you know?” Max sighed. “When you have to put a saddle on it, it’s always the high one.” He went to the shed where the fodder and gear were kept and returned a moment later with the saddle. “What’re all these straps and buckles for?” he asked.
    “For strapping the saddle onto the horse,” 99 said.
    “Snaps would certainly be a lot more practical,” Max grumbled.
    Moving closer, 99 whispered, “What have you found out, Max?”
    “Please, lady,” he replied, “I’m only a hired hand. I don’t think I’m allowed to mix with the guests.”
    “Max!”
    “We found out that they have bedside computers in all the rooms in the bunkhouse,” Hymie said to 99.
    “Hymie, cut that out,” Max scolded. “Didn’t you hear me—we’re not supposed to mix with the guests. Do you want to get us fired?”
    “It’s me, Max,” 99 whispered.
    “I know that, 99. That wig didn’t fool me for a minute. I just wanted to show you that I’m as good an actor as you are.”
    Max tossed the saddle onto the horse—and it slid off the other side. “Good thing you weren’t in it,” he said to 99. “You might have got a nasty fall.”
    “Do you have anything to report?” Hymie asked 99, while Max was retrieving the saddle.
    “Yes . . . something very peculiar,” 99 replied. “The guests are . . . well, they’re acting very strangely. They’re supposed to be on vacation . . . and yet . . . they’re enjoying themselves . . .”
    Max tossed the saddle onto the horse from the other side—and it kept right on going and landed on 99, pinning her to the ground.
    Max reappeared. “You should have stayed out of it until I had it strapped to the horse, 99,” he said. “It looks like you had a nasty fall.”
    “Max . . . will you get this thing off me?”
    He picked up the saddle, and 99 got to her feet. “I was just telling Hymie about the guests,” she said. “They’re enjoying themselves.”
    “They probably haven’t been horseback riding yet,” Max guessed.
    “No, it’s more than that,” 99 said. “It’s really sort of eerie. I mean, I know about vacations. I’ve been on vacation myself. And I know how it goes. You sit around bored stiff most of the time. You worry about what’s happening back at the office. But these people aren’t doing that.