We've got a heap of work ahead, and only five
decent men in the outfit. It's the Flying U; and these five have
worked for the outfit for years."

"I sure savvy that bunch," Pink declared sweetly. "I've heard uh the
Happy Family before. Ain't you one uh them?"

Chip grinned reminiscently. "I was," he admitted, a shade of regret in
his voice. "Maybe I am yet; only I went up a notch last spring. Got
married, and settled down. I'm one of the firm now, so I had to reform
and cut out the foolishness. Folks have got to calling the rest the
Frivolous Five. They're a pretty nifty bunch, but you'll get on, all
right, seeing you're not the pilgrim you look to be. If you were, I'd
say: 'The Lord help you!' Got an outfit?"

"Sure. Bought one, brand new, in the Falls. It's over at the hotel
now, with a haughty, buckskin-colored suitcase that fair squeals with
style and newness." Pink pulled his silver belt-buckle straight and
patted his pink-and-blue tie approvingly.

"Well, if you're ready, I'll get the horses these two hoboes rode in,
and we'll drift. By the way, how shall I write you on the book?"

Pink stooped and with his handkerchief carefully, wiped the last speck
of Dry Lake dust from his shiny toes. "Yuh won't crawfish on me, if I
tell yuh?" he inquired anxiously, standing up and adjusting his belt
again.

"Of course not." Chip looked his surprise at the question.

"Well, it ain't _my_ fault, but my lawful, legal name is Percival
Cadwallader Perkins."

"Wha-at?"

"Percival Cad-_wall_-ader Perkins. Shall I get yuh something to take
with it?"

Chip, with his pencil poised in air, grinned sympathetically. "It's
sure a heavy load to carry," he observed solemnly. "How do you spell
that second shift?"

Pink told him, spelling the word slowly, syllable by syllable. "Ain't
it fierce?" he wanted to know. "My mother must have sure been
frivolous and light-minded when I was born. I'm the only boy she ever
had, and there was two grandfathers that wanted a kid named after 'em;
they sure make a hot combination. Yuh know what Cadwallader means, in
the dictionary?"

"Lord, no!" said Chip, putting away his book.

"Battle arranger," Pink told him sadly. "Now, wouldn't that jostle
yuh? It's true, too; it has sure arranged a lot uh battles for me. It
caused me to lick about six kids a day, and to get licked by a dozen,
when I went to school. So, seeing the name was mine, and I couldn't
chuck it, I w