e tent.

CHAPTER SIX: THE YOUNG EAGLE MUST FLY

"You're of age," said Bob Birnie, sucking hard at his pipe. "You've had
your schooling as your mother wished that you should have it. You've
got the music in your head and your fingers and your toes, and that's as
your mother wished that you should have.

"Your mother would have you be all for music, and make tunes out of your
own head. She tells me that you have made tunes and written them down on
paper, and that there are those who would buy them and print copies to
sell, with your name at the top of the page. I'll not say what I think
of that--your mother is an angel among women, and she has taught you the
things she loves herself.

"But my business is with the cattle, and I've had you out with me since
you could climb on the back of a horse. I've watched you, with the rope
and the irons and in the saddle and all. You've been in tight places
that would try the mettle of a man grown--I mind the time ye escaped
Colorou's band, and we thought ye dead 'til ye came to us in Laramie.
You've showed that you're able to hold your own on the range, lad. Your
mother's all for the music--but I leave it to you.

"Ten thousand dollars I'll give ye, if that's your wish, and you can go
to Europe as she wishes and study and make tunes for others to play. Or
if ye prefer it, I'll brand you a herd of she stock and let ye go your
ways. No son of mine can take orders from his father after he's a man
grown, and I'm not to the age where I can sit with the pipe from morning
to night and let another run my outfit. I've talked it over with your
mother, and she'll bide by your decision, as I shall do.

"So I put it in a nutshell, Robert. You're twenty-one to-day; a man
grown, and husky as they're made. 'Tis time you faced the world and
lived your life. You've been a good lad--as lads go." He stopped there
to rub his jaw thoughtfully, perhaps remembering certain incidents
in Buddy's full-flavored past. Buddy--grown to plain Bud among his
fellows--turned red without losing the line of hardness that had come to
his lips.

"You're of legal age to be called a man, and the future's before ye.
I'll give ye five hundred cows with their calves beside them--you can
choose them yourself, for you've a sharp eye for stock--and you can go
where ye will. Or I'll give ye ten thousand dollars and ye can go to
Europe and make tunes if you're a mind to. And whatever ye choose it'll
be make or break with