"I"m Breckinridge Elkins," I replied suspiciously.
"I dedooced as much," he says ominously. "I have come a long ways to meet you, Elkins. They can be only one sun in the sky, my roarin" grizzly from the high ranges. They can be only one champeen in the State of Nevada. I"m him!"
"Oh, be you?" I says, scenting battle afar. "Well, I feels the same way about one sun and one champeen. You look a mite skinny and gantlin" to be makin" sech big talk, but far be it from me to deny you a tussle after you"ve come so far to git it. Light down from yore hoss whilst I mangles yore frame with a free and joyful spirit! They is nothin" I"ll enjoy more"n uprootin" a few acres of junipers with yore carca.s.s and festoonin" the crags with yore innards."
"You mistakes my meanin", my bloodthirsty friend," says he. "I warn"t referrin" to mortal combat. Far as I"m consarned, yo"re supreme in that line. Nay, nay, B. Elkins, esquire! Reserve yore personal ferocity for the b"ars and knife-fighters of yore native mountains. I challenges you in another department entirely.
"Look well, my bowie-wieldin" orang-outang of the high peaks. Fame is shakin" her mane. I am Jugbelly Judkins, and my talent is guzzlin". From the live-oak grown coasts of the Gulf to the sun-baked b.u.t.tes of Montana," says he oratorical, "I ain"t yet met the gent I couldn"t drink under the table betwixt sundown and sunup. I have met the most celebrated topers of plain and mountain, and they have all went down in inglorious and rum-soaked defeat. Afar off I heard men speak of you, praisin" not only yore genius in alterin" the features of yore feller man, but also laudin" yore capacity for corn-licker. So I have come to cast the ga"ntlet at yore feet, as it were."
"Oh," I says, "you wants a drinkin" match."
""Wants" is a weak word, my murderous friend," says he. "I demands it."
"Well, come on," I said. "Le"s head for War Paint then. They"ll be plenty of gents there willin" to lay heavy bets -- "
"To h.e.l.l with filthy lucre!" snorted Jugbelly. "My mountainous friend, I am an artist. I cares nothin" for money. My reputation is what I upholds."
"Well, then," I said, "they"s a tavern on Mustang Creek -- "
"Let it rot," says he. "I scorns these vulgar displays in low inns and cheap taverns, my enormous friend. I supplies the sinews of war myself. Foller me!"
So he turnt his hoss off the trail, and I follered him through the bresh for maybe a mile, till he come to a small cave in a bluff with dense thickets all around. He reched into the cave and hauled out a gallon jug of licker.
"I hid a goodly supply of the cup that cheers in that cave," says he. "This is a good secluded spot where n.o.body never comes. We won"t be interrupted here, my brawny but feeble-minded gorilla of the high ridges!"
"But what"re we bettin"?" I demanded. "I ain"t got no money. I was goin" down to War Paint and git me a job workin" somebody"s claim for day-wages till I got me a stake and built it up playin" poker, but -- "
"You wouldn"t consider wagerin" that there gigantic hoss you rides?" says he, eyeing me very sharp.
"Never in the world," I says with a oath.
"Very well," says he. "Let the bets go. We battles for honor and glory alone! Let the carnage commence!"
So we started. First he"d take a gulp, and then me, and the jug was empty about the fourth gulp I taken, so he dragged out another"n, and we emptied it, and he hauled out another. They didn"t seem to be no limit to his supply. He must of brought it there on a whole train of pack mules. I never seen a man drink like that skinny cuss. I watched the liquor careful, but he lowered it every time he taken a swig, so I knowed he warn"t jest pertending. His belly expanded enormous as we went along and he looked very funny, with his skinny frame, and that there enormous belly bulging out his shirt till the b.u.t.tons flew off of his coat.
I ain"t goin" to tell you how much we drunk, because you wouldn"t believe me. But by midnight the glade was covered with empty jugs and Jugbelly"s arms was so tired lifting "em he couldn"t hardly move. But the moon and the glade and everything was dancing around and around to me, and he warn"t even staggerring. He looked kind of pale and wan, and onst he says, in a awed voice: "I wouldn"t of believed it if I hadn"t saw it myself!" But he kept on drinking and so did I, because I couldn"t believe a skinny maverick like that could lick me, and his belly kept getting bigger and bigger till I was scairt it was going to bust, and things kept spinning around me faster than ever.
After awhile I heard him muttering to hisself, away off: "This is the last jug, and if it don"t fix him, nothin" will. By G.o.d, he ain"t human."
That didn"t make no sense to me, but he pa.s.sed me the jug and said: "Air you capable, my gulf-bellied friend?"
"Gimme that jug!" I muttered, bracing my laigs and getting a firm hold of myself. I taken a big gulp -- and then I didn"t know nothing.
When I woke up the sun was high above the trees. Cap"n Kidd was cropping gra.s.s nearby, but Jugbelly was gone. So was his hoss and all the empty jugs. There warn"t no sign to show he"d ever been there, only the taste in my mouth which I cain"t describe because I am a gent and there is words no gent will stoop to use. I felt like kicking myself in the pants. I was ashamed something terrible at being beat by that skinny mutt. It was the first time I"d ever drunk enough to lay me out. I don"t believe in a man making a hawg out of hisself, even in a good cause.
I saddled Cap"n Kidd and pulled out for War Paint, and stopped a few rods away and drunk five or six gallons of water at a spring, and felt a lot better. I started on again, but before I come to the trail, I heard somebody bawling and pulled up, and there sot a feller on a stump, crying like his heart would bust.
"What"s the trouble?" I ast, and he blinked the tears out of his eyes and looked up mournful and melancholy. He was a scrawny cuss with over-sized whiskers.
"You beholds in me," says he sobfully, "a critter tossed on the crooel tides of fate. Destiny has dealt my hand from the bottom of the deck. Whoa is me!" says he, and wept bitterly.
"Buck up," I said. "Things might well be wuss. Dammit," I said, waxing irritable, "stop that blubberin" and tell me what"s the matter. I"m Breckinridge Elkins. Maybe I can help you."
He swallered some sobs, and said: "You air a man of kind impulses and a n.o.ble heart. My name is j.a.phet Jalatin. In my youth I made a enemy of a wealthy, powerful and unscrupulous man. He framed me and sent me to the pen for somethin" I never done. I busted free and under a a.s.sumed name, I come West. By hard workin" I acc.u.mulated a tidy sum which I aimed to send to my sorrowin" wife and baby datters. But jest last night I learnt that I had been rekernized and the bloodhounds of the law was on my trail. I have got to skip to Mexico. My loved ones won"t never git the dough.
"Oh," says he, "if they was only some one I could trust to leave it with till I could write "em a letter and tell "em where it was so they could send a trusted man after it! But I trust n.o.body. The man I left it with might tell where he got it, and then the bloodhounds of the law would be onto my trail again, houndin" me day and night."
He looked at me desperate, and says: "Young man, you got a kind and honest face. Won"t _you_ take this here money and hold it for my wife, till she can come after it?"
"Yeah, I"ll do that," I said. He jumped up and run to his hoss which was tied nearby, and hauled out a buckskin poke, and shoved it into my hands.
"Keep it till my wife comes for it," says he. "And promise me you won"t never breathe a word of how you got it, except to her!"
"A Elkins never broke his word in his life," I said. "Wild hosses couldn"t drag it outa me."
"Bless you, young man!" he cries, and grabbed my hand with both of his"n and pumped it up and down like a pump-handle, and then jumped on his hoss and fogged. I thought they is some curious people in the world, as I stuffed the poke in my saddle-bags and headed for War Paint again.
I thought I"d turn off to the Mustang Creek tavern and eat me some breakfast, but I hadn"t much more"n hit the trail I"d been follerin" when I met Jugbelly, than I heard hosses behind me, and somebody hollered: "Stop, in the name of the law!"
I turnt around and seen a gang of men riding towards me, from the direction of Bear Creek, and there was the sheriff leading "em, and right beside him was pap and Uncle John Garfield and Uncle Bill Buckner and Uncle Bearfield Gordon. A tenderfoot onst called them four men the patriarchs of Bear Creek. I dunno what he meant, but they generally decides argyments which has got beyond the public control, as you might say. Behind them and the sheriff come about thirty more men, most of which I rekernized as citizens of Chawed Ear, and therefore definitely not my friends. Also, to my surprise, I rekernized Wild Bill Donovan amongst "em, with his thick black hair falling down to his shoulders. They was four other hard-looking strangers which rode clost beside him.
All the Chawed Ear men had sawed-off shotguns and that surprised me, because that made it look like maybe they was coming to arrest me, and I hadn"t done nothing, except steal their schoolteacher, several weeks before, and if they"d meant to arrest me for that, they"d of tried it before now.
"There he is!" yelped the sheriff, p"inting at me. "Han"s up!"
"Don"t be a d.a.m.n" fool!" roared pap, knocking his shotgun out of his hands as he started to raise it. "You want to git you and yore cussed posse slaughtered? Come here, Breckinridge," he said, and I rode up to them, some bewildered. I could see pap was worried. He scowled and tugged at his beard. My uncles didn"t have no more expression onto their faces than so many red Injuns.
"What the h.e.l.l"s all this about?" I ast.
"Take off yore hat," ordered the sheriff.
"Look here, you long-legged son of a mangy skunk," I said heatedly, "if yo"re tryin" to rawhide me, lemme tell you right now -- "
""Tain"t a joke," growled pap. "Take off yore sombrero."
I done so bewilderedly, and instantly four men in the gang started hollering: "That"s him! That"s the man! He had on a mask, but when he taken his hat off, we seen the hair was all off his head! That"s sh.o.r.e him!"
"Elkins," said the sheriff, "I arrests you for the robbery of the Chawed Ear stage!"
I convulsively went for my guns. It was jest a instinctive move which I done without knowing it, but the sheriff hollered and ducked, and the poss.e.m.e.n throwed up their guns, and pap spurred in between us.
"Put down them guns, everybody!" he roared, covering me with one six-shooter and the posse with the other"n. "First man that pulls a trigger, I"ll salivate him!"
"I ain"t aimin" to shoot n.o.body!" I bellered. "But what the h.e.l.l is this all about?"
"As if he didn"t know!" sneered one of the posse. "Tryin" to ack innercent! Heh heh heh -- _glup!"_ Pap riz in his stirrups and smashed him over the head with his right-hand six-shooter barrel, and he crumpled into the trail and laid there with the blood oozing out of his sculp.
"Anybody else feel humorous?" roared pap, sweeping the posse with a terrible eye. Evidently n.o.body did, so he turnt around and says to me, and I seen drops of perspiration standing on his face which warn"t caused altogether by the heat. Says he: "Breckinridge, early last night the Chawed Ear stage was stuck up and robbed a few miles t"other side of Chawed Ear. The feller which done it not only taken the pa.s.sengers" money and watches and things, and the mail sack, but he also shot the driver, old Jim Harrigan, jest out of pure cussedness. Old Jim"s layin" over in Chawed Ear now with a bullet through his laig.
"These born fools thinks you done it! They was on Bear Creek before daylight -- the first time a posse ever dared to come onto Bear Creek, and it was all me and yore uncles could do to keep the boys from ma.s.sacrein, "em. Bear Creek was sure wrought up. These mavericks," pap p"inted a finger of scorn at the four men which had claimed to identify me, "was on the stage. You know Ned Ashley, Chawed Ear"s leadin" merchant. The others air strangers. They say their names is Hurley, Jackson and Slade. They claim to lost considerable money."
"We done that!" clamored Jackson. "I had a buckskin poke crammed full of gold pieces the scoundrel taken. I tell you, that"s the man which done it!" He p"inted at me, and pap turnt to Ned Ashley, and said: "Ned, what do you say?"
"Well, Bill," says Ashley reluctantly, "I hates to say it, but I don"t see who else it could of been. The robber was Breckinridge"s size, all right, and you know they ain"t many men that big. He warn"t ridin" Cap"n Kidd, of course; he was ridin" a big bay mare. He had on a mask, but as he rode off he taken off his hat, and we all seen his head in the moonlight. The hair was all off of it, jest like it is Breckinridge"s. Not like he was naturally bald, but like it had been burnt off or shaved off recent."
"Well," says the sheriff, "unless he can prove a alibi I"ll have to arrest him."
"Breckinridge," says pap, "whar was you last night?"
"I was layin" out in the woods drunk," I says.
I felt a aidge of doubt in the air.
"I didn"t know you could drink enough to git drunk," says pap. "It ain"t like you, anyway. What made you? Was it thinkin" about that gal?"
"Naw," I said. "I met a gent in a plug hat named Jugbelly Judkins and he challenged me to a drinkin" match."
"Did you win?" ast pap anxiously.
"Naw!" I confessed in bitter shame. "I lost."
Pap muttered disgustedly in his beard, and the sheriff says: "Can you perduice this Judkins _hombre?"_ "I dunno where he went," I said. "He"d pulled out when I woke up."
"Very inconvenient, I says!" says Wild Bill Donovan, running his fingers lovingly through his long black locks, and spitting.
"Who ast you yore opinion?" I snarled blood-thirstily. "What you doin" in the Humbolts? Come back to try to git even for Cap"n Kidd?"
"I forgot that trifle long ago," says he. "I holds no petty grudge. I jest happened to be ridin" the road this side of Chawed Ear when the posse come by and I come with "em jest to see the fun."
"You"ll see more fun than you can tote home if you fool with me," I promised.
"Enough of this," snorted pap. "Breckinridge, even I got to admit yore alibi sounds kind of fishy. A critter named Jugbelly with a plug hat! It sounds plumb crazy. Still and all, we"ll look for this cussed maverick, and if we find him and he establishes whar you was last night, why -- "
"He put my gold in his saddle-bags!" clamored Jackson. "I seen him! That"s the same saddle! Look in them bags and I bet you"ll find it!"
"Go ahead and look," I invited, and the sheriff went up to Cap"n Kidd very gingerly, whilst I restrained Cap"n Kidd from kicking his brains out. He run his hand in the bags and I"ll never forget the look on pap"s face when the sheriff hauled out that buckskin poke j.a.phet Jalatin had give me. I"d forgot all about it.
"How you explain _this_?" exclaimed the sheriff. I said nothing. A Elkins never busts his word, not even if he hangs for it.
"It"s mine!" hollered Jackson. "You"ll find my initials worked onto it! J.J., for Judah Jackson."
"There they air," announced the sheriff. "J.J. That"s for Judah Jackson, all right."
"They don"t stand for that!" I roared. "They stand for -- " Then I stopped. I couldn"t tell him they stood for j.a.phet Jalatin without breaking my word and giving away j.a.phet"s secret.
""Tain"t his"n," I growled. "I didn"t steal it from n.o.body."
"Then where"d you git it?" demanded the sheriff.
"None of yore business," I said sullenly.
Pap spurred forwards, and I seen beads of sweat on his face.
"Well, say somethin", d.a.m.n it!" he roared. "Don"t jest set there! No Elkins was ever accused of thievin" before, but if you done it, say so! I demands that you tells me whar you got that gold! If you didn"t take it off"n the stage, why don"t you say so?"
"I cain"t tell you," I muttered.
"h.e.l.l"s fire!" bellered pap. "Then you must of robbed that stage! What a black shame onto Bear Creek this here is! But these town-folks ain"t goin" to haul you off to their cussed jail, even if you did turn thief! Jest come out plain and tell me you done it, and we"ll lick the whole cussed posse if necessary!"
I seen my uncles behind him drawing in and c.o.c.king their Winchesters, but I was too dizzy with the way things was happening to think straight about anything.
"I never robbed the cussed stage!" I roared. "I cain"t tell you where I got that gold -- but I didn"t rob the gol-derned stage."
"So yo"re a liar as well as a thief!" says pap, drawing back from me like I was a reptile. "To think it should come to this! From this day onwards," he says, shaking his fist in my face, "you ain"t no son of mine! I disowns you! When they lets you out of the pen, don"t you come sneakin" back to Bear Creek! Us folks there if is rough and ready; we kyarves and shoots each other free and frequent; but no Bear Creek man ever yet stole nor lied. I could forgive the thievin", maybe, maybe even the shootin" of pore old Jim Harrigan. But I cain"t forgive a lie. Come on, boys."
And him and my uncles turnt around and rode back up the trail towards Bear Creek with their eyes straight ahead of "em and their backs straight as ramrods. I glared after "em wildly, feeling like the world was falling to pieces. It war the first time in my life I"d ever knowed Bear Creek folks to turn their backs on a Bear Creek man.
"Well, come along," said the sheriff, and started to hand the poke to Jackson, when I come alive. I warn"t going to let j.a.phet Jalatin"s wife spend the rest of her life in poverty if I could help it. I made one swoop and grabbed the poke out of his hand and simultaneous drove in the spurs. Cap"n Kidd made one mighty lunge and knocked Jackson and his hoss sprawling and went over them and into the bresh whilst them fool posse-men was fumbling with their guns. They was a lot of cussing and yelling behind me and some shooting, but we was out of sight of them in a instant, and I went crashing on till I hit a creek I knowed was there. I jumped off and grabbed a big rock which was in the bed of the creek, with about three foot of water around it -- jest the top stuck out above the water. I grabbed it and lifted it, and stuck the poke down under it, and let the rock back down again. It was safe here. n.o.body"d ever suspect it was hid there, and it was a cinch n.o.body was going to be lifting the rock jest for fun and find the gold accidental. It weighed about as much as the average mule.
Cap"n Kidd bolted off through the woods as the posse come crashing through the bresh, yelling like Injuns, and they throwed down their shotguns on me as I clumb up the bank, dripping wet.
"Catch that hoss!" yelled the sheriff. "The gold"s in the saddle-bags!"
"You"ll never catch that hoss," opined Wild Bill Donovan. "I know him of old."
"Maybe Elkins is got the gold on him!" hollered Jackson. "Search him!"
I didn"t make no resistance as the sheriff taken my guns and snapped a exter heavy pair of hand-cuffs onto my wrists. I was still kind of numb from having pap and my uncles walk out on me like that. All I"d been able to think of up to then was to hide the gold, and when that was hid my brain wouldn"t work no further.
"Elkins ain"t got it on him!" snarled the sheriff, after slapping my pockets. "Go after that hoss! Shoot him if you cain"t catch him."
"No use for that," I says. "It ain"t in the saddle-bags. I hid it where you won"t never find it."
"Look in all the holler trees!" says Jackson, and added viciously: "We might _make_ him talk."
"Shet up," said the sheriff. "Anything _you_ could do to him would jest make him mad. He"s actin" tame and gentle now. But he"s got a broodin" gleam in his eye. Le"s git him in jail before he gits a change of heart and starts remodellin" the landscape with the posse"s carca.s.ses."
"I"m a broken man," I says mournfully. "My own clan has went back on me, and I got no friends. Take me to jail if you wanta! All places is dreary for a man whose kin has disown him."
So we went to Chawed Ear.
One of the fellers who was riding a big strong hoss lemme have his"n, and the posse closed around me with their shotguns p"inting at me, and we headed out.
It was after dark when we got to Chawed Ear, but everybody was out in the streets to see the posse bring me in. They warn"t no friendly faces in that crowd. I"d been very onpopular in Chawed Ear ever since I stole their schoolteacher. I looked for old Joshua Braxton, but somebody said he was off on a prospecting trip.
They stopped at a log-hut clost to the jail, and some men was jest getting through working onto it.
"That there," says the sheriff, "is yore private jail. We built it special for you. As soon as word come last night that you"d robbed the stage, I set fifteen men buildin" that jail, and they"re jest now gittin" through."