""Is it a go?" inquires Strokher.
""You bet your great-gran"mammy"s tortis-sh.e.l.l chessy cat it"s a go,"
says Hardenberg, prompt as a hop-frog catching flies.
"We don"t lose no time trying to reason with "em, for they is sure keen on havin" the go. So we lays out a ring by the rear end o" the deck, an"
runs the schooner in till we"re in the lee o" the land, an" she ridin"
steady on her pins.
"Then along o" about four o"clock on a fine still day we lays the boat to, as they say, an" folds up the sail, an" havin" scattered resin in the ring (which it ain"t no ring, but a square o" ropes on posts), we says all is ready.
"Ally Bazan, he"s referee, an" me, I"m the time-keeper which I has to ring the ship"s bell every three minutes to let "em know to quit an"
that the round is over.
"We gets "em into the ring, each in his own corner, squattin" on a bucket, the time-keeper bein" second to Hardenberg an" the referee being second to Strokher. An" then, after they has shuk hands, I climbs up on"
the chicken-coop an" hollers "Time" an" they begins.
"Mister Man, I"ve saw Tim Henan at his best, an" I"ve saw Sayres when he was a top-notcher, an" likewise several other irregler boxin" sharps that were sure tough tarriers. Also I"ve saw two short-horn bulls arguin" about a question o" leadership, but so help me Bob--the fight I saw that day made the others look like a young ladies" quadrille. Oh, I ain"t goin" to tell o" that mill in detail, nor by rounds. Rounds! After the first five minutes they _wa"n"t_ no rounds. I rung the blame bell till I rung her loose an" Ally Bazan yells "break-away" an" "time"s up"
till he"s black in the face, but you could no more separate them two than you could put the brakes on a blame earthquake.
"At about suppertime we pulled "em apart. We could do it by then, they was both so gone; an" jammed each one o" "em down in their corners. I rings my bell good an" plenty, an" Ally Bazan stands up on a bucket in the middle o" the ring an" says:
""I declare this "ere glove contest a draw."
"An" draw it sure was. They fit for two hours stiddy an" never a one got no better o" the other. They give each other lick for lick as fast an"
as steady as they could stand to it. "Rastlin", borin" in, boxin"--all was alike. The one was just as good as t"other. An" both willin" to the very last.
"When Ally Bazan calls it a draw, they gits up and wobbles toward each other an" shakes hands, and Hardenberg he says:
""Stroke, I thanks you a whole lot for as neat a go as ever I mixed in."
"An" Strokher answers up:
""Hardie, I loves you better"n ever. You"se the first man I"ve met up with which I couldn"t do for--an" I"ve met up with some scraggy propositions in my time, too."
"Well, they two is a sorry-lookin" pair o" birds by the time we runs into San Diego harbour next night. They was fine lookin" objects for fair, all bruises and b.u.mps. You remember now we was to take on a party at San Diego who was to show t"other half o" Esperanza"s card, an"
thereafterward to boss the job.
"Well, we waits till nightfall an" then slides in an" lays to off a certain pile o" stone, an" shows two green lights and one white every three and a half minutes for half a hour--this being a signal.
"They is a moon, an" we kin see pretty well. After we"d signaled about a hour, mebbee, we gits the answer--a one-minute green flare, and thereafterward we makes out a rowboat putting out and comin" towards us.
They is two people in the boat. One is the gesabe at the oars an" the other a party sitting in the hinder end.
"Ally Bazan an" me, an" Strokher an" Hardenberg, we"s all leanin" over the fence a-watchin"; when all to once I ups an" groans some sad. The party in the hinder end o" the boat bein" feemale.
""Ain"t we never goin" to git shut of "em?" says I; but the words ain"t no more"n off my teeth when Strokher pipes up:
""It"s _she_," says he, gaspin" as though shot hard.
""Wot!" cries Hardenberg, sort of mystified, "Oh, I"m sure a-dreamin"!
he says, just that silly-like.
""An" the mugs we"ve got!" says Strokher.
"An" they both sets to swearin" and cussin" to beat all I ever heard.
""I can"t let her see me so bunged up," says Hardenberg, doleful-like, "Oh, whatever is to be done?"
""An" _I_ look like a real genuine blown-in-the-bottle pug," whimpers Strokher. "Never mind," says he, "we must face the music. We"ll tell her these are sure honourable scars, got because we fit for her."
"Well, the boat comes up an" the feemale party jumps out and comes up the let-down stairway, onto the deck. Without sayin" a word she hands Hardenberg the half o" the card and he fishes out his half an" matches the two by the light o" a lantern.
"By this time the rowboat has gone a little ways off, an" then at last Hardenberg says:
""Welk.u.m aboard, Signorita."
"And Strokher cuts in with----
""We thought it was to be a man that "ud join us here to take command, but _you_," he says--an" oh, b.u.t.ter wouldn"t a-melted in his mouth--"But _you_ he says, "is always our mistress.
""Very right, _bueno_. Me good fellows," says the Signorita, "but don"t you be afraid that they"s no man is at the head o" this business." An"
with that the party chucks off hat an" skirts, _and I"ll be Mexican if it wa"n"t a man after all!_
""I"m the Signor Barreto Palachi, gentlemen," says he. "The gringo police who wanted for to arrest me made the disguise necessary.
Gentlemen, I regret to have been obliged to deceive such gallant _compadres_; but war knows no law."
"Hardenberg and Strokher gives one look at the Signor and another at their own spiled faces, then:
""Come back here with the boat!" roars Hardenberg over the side, and with that--(upon me word you"d a-thought they two both were moved with the same spring)--over they goes into the water and strikes out hands over hands for the boat as hard as ever they kin lay to it. The boat meets "em--Lord knows what the party at the oars thought--they climbs in an" the last I sees of "em they was puttin" for sh.o.r.e--each havin" taken a oar from the boatman, an" they sure was makin" that boat _hum_.
"Well, we sails away eventually without "em; an" a year or more afterward I crosses their trail again in Cy Ryder"s office in "Frisco."
"Did you ask them about it all?" said I.
"Mister Man," observed Bunt. "I"m several kinds of a fool; I know it.
But sometimes I"m wise. I wishes for to live as long as I can, an" die when I can"t help it. I does _not_, neither there, nor thereafterward, ever make no joke, nor yet no alloosion about, or concerning the Signorita Esperanza Palachi in the hearin" o" Hardenberg an" Strokher.
I"ve seen--(ye remember)--both those boys use their fists--an" likewise Hardenberg, as he says hisself, shoots with both hands."
THE DUAL PERSONALITY OF SLICK d.i.c.k NICKERSON
I.
On a certain morning in the spring of the year, the three men who were known as the Three Black Crows called at the office of "The President of the Pacific and Oriental Flotation Company," situated in an obscure street near San Francisco"s water-front. They were Strokher, the tall, blond, solemn, silent Englishman; Hardenberg, the American, dry of humour, shrewd, resourceful, who bargained like a Vermonter and sailed a schooner like a Gloucester cod-fisher; and in their company, as ever inseparable from the other two, came the little colonial, nicknamed, for occult reasons, "Ally Bazan," a small, wiry man, excitable, vociferous, who was without fear, without guile and without money.
When Hardenberg, who was always spokesman for the Three Crows, had sent in their names, they were admitted at once to the inner office of the "President." The President was an old man, bearded like a prophet, with a watery blue eye and a forehead wrinkled like an orang"s. He spoke to the Three Crows in the manner of one speaking to friends he has not seen in some time.