"We"re sunk!" bawled McVey. "This ain"t McGoorty! This is a derned hillbilly which murdered McGoorty and stole his clothes!"
We"re rooint!" exclaimed Richards, aghast. "Everybody"s bet their dough without even seein" our man, they was that full of trust and civic pride. We cain"t call it off now. Tomahawk is rooint! What"ll we do?"
"He"s goin" to git in there and fight his derndest," said McVey, pulling his gun and jamming it into my back. "We"ll hang him after the fight."
"But he cain"t box!" wailed Richards.
"No matter," said McVey; "the fair name of our town is at stake; Tomahawk promised to supply a fighter to fight O"Tool, and -- "
"Oh!" I said, suddenly seeing light. "This here is a fight then, ain"t it?"
McVey give a low moan, and Kirby reched for his gun, but just then the referee hollered time, and I jumped up and run at O"Tool. If a fight was all they wanted, I was satisfied. All that talk about rules, and the yelling of the crowd and all had had me so confused I hadn"t knowed what it was all about. I hit at O"Tool and he ducked and hit me in the belly and on the nose and in the eye and on the ear. The blood spurted, and the crowd hollered, and he looked plumb dumbfounded and gritted betwixt his teeth: "Are you human? Why don"t you fall?"
I spit out a mouthful of blood and got my hands on him and started chawing his ear, and he squalled like a catamount. Yucca run in and tried to pull me loose and I give him a slap under the ear and he turned a somersault into the ropes.
"Yore man"s fightin" foul!" he squalled, and Kirby said: "Yo"re crazy! Do you see this gun? You holler "foul" just once more, and it"ll go off!"
Meanwhile O"Tool had broke loose from me and caved in his knuckles on my jaw, and I come for him again, because I was beginning to lose my temper. He gasped: "If you want to make an alley-fight out of it, all right. I wasn"t raised in Five Points for nothing!" He then rammed his knee into my groin, and groped for my eye, but I got his thumb in my teeth and begun masticating it, and the way he howled was a caution.
By this time the crowd was crazy, and I throwed O"Tool and begun to stomp him, when somebody let bang at me from the crowd and the bullet cut my silk belt and my pants started to fall down.
I grabbed "em with both hands, and O"Tool riz up and rushed at me, b.l.o.o.d.y and bellering, and I didn"t dare let go my pants to defend myself. I whirled and bent over and lashed out backwards with my right heel like a mule, and I caught him under the chin. He done a cartwheel in the air, his head hit the turf, and he bounced on over and landed on his back with his knees hooked over the lower rope. There warn"t no question about him being out. The only question was, was he dead?
A roar of "Foul!" went up from the Gunstock men, and guns bristled all around the ring.
The Tomahawk men was cheering and yelling that I"d won fair and square, and the Gunstock men was cussing and threatening me, when somebody hollered: "Leave it to the referee!"
"Sure," said Kirby. "He knows our man won fair, and if he don"t say so, I"ll blow his head off!"
"That"s a lie!" bellered a Gunstock man. "He knows it war a foul, and if he says it warn"t, I"ll kyarve his gizzard with this here bowie knife!"
At them words Yucca fainted, and then a clatter of hoofs sounded above the din, and out of the timber that hid the trail from the east a gang of hossmen rode at a run. Everybody yelled: "Look out, here comes them Perdition illegitimates!"
Instantly a hundred guns covered "em, and McVey demanded: "Come ye in peace or in war?"
"We come to unmask a fraud!" roared a big man with a red bandanner around his neck. "McGoorty, come forth!"
A familiar figger, now dressed in cowboy togs, pushed forward on my mule. "There he is!" this figger yelled, p"inting a accusing finger at me. "That"s the desperado that robbed me! Them"s my tights he"s got on!"
"What is this?" roared the crowd.
"A cussed fake!" bellered the man with the red bandanner. "This here is Bruiser McGoorty!"
"Then who"s he?" somebody bawled, p"inting at me.
"I"m Breckinridge Elkins and I can lick any man here!" I roared, getting mad. I brandished my fists in defiance, but my britches started sliding down again, so I had to shut up and grab "em.
"Aha!" the man with the red bandanner howled like a hyener. "He admits it! I dunno what the idee is, but these Tomahawk polecats has double-crossed somebody! I trusts that you jacka.s.ses from Gunstock realizes the blackness and h.e.l.lishness of their hearts! This man McGoorty rode into Perdition a few hours ago in his unmentionables, astraddle of that there mule, and told us how he"d been held up and robbed and put on the wrong road. You skunks was too proud to stage this fight in Perdition, but we ain"t the men to see justice scorned with impunity! We brought McGoorty here to show you that you was bein" gypped by Tomahawk! That man ain"t no prize fighter; he"s a highway robber!"
"These Tomahawk coyotes has framed us!" squalled a Gunstock man, going for his gun.
"Yo"re a liar!" roared Richards, bending a .45 barrel over his head.
The next instant guns was crashing, knives was gleaming, and men was yelling blue murder. The Gunstock braves turned frothing on the Tomahawk warriors, and the men from Perdition, yelping with glee, pulled their guns, and begun fanning the crowd indiscriminately, which give back their fire. McGoorty give a howl and fell down on Alexander"s neck, gripping around it with both arms, and Alexander departed in a cloud of dust and gun-smoke.
I grabbed my gunbelt, which McVey had hung over the post in my corner, and I headed for cover, holding onto my britches whilst the bullets hummed around me as thick as bees. I wanted to take to the bresh, but I remembered that blamed letter, so I headed for town. Behind me there riz a roar of banging guns and yelling men. Jest as I got to the backs of the row of buildings which lined the street, I run head on into something soft. It was McGoorty, trying to escape on Alexander. He had hold of jest one rein, and Alexander, evidently having rounded one end of the town, was traveling in a circle and heading back where he started from.
I was going so fast I couldn"t stop, and I run right over Alexander and all three of us went down in a heap. I jumped up, afeared Alexander was kilt or crippled, but he scrambled up snorting and trembling, and then McGoorty weaved up, making funny noises. I poked my cap-and-ball into his belly.
"Off with them pants!" I hollered.
"My G.o.d!" he screamed. "_Again?_ This is getting to be a habit!"
"Hustle!" I bellered. "You can have these scandals I got on now."
He shucked his britches and grabbed them tights and run like he was afeared I"d want his underwear too. I jerked on the pants, forked Alexander and headed for the south end of town. I kept behind the houses, though the town seemed to be deserted, and purty soon I come to the store where Kirby had told me old man Brenton kept the post office. Guns was barking there, and across the street I seen men ducking in and out behind a old shack, and shooting.
I tied Alexander to a corner of the store and went in the back door. Up in the front part I seen old man Brenton kneeling behind some barrels with a .45-90, and he was shooting at the fellers in the shack acrost the street. Every now and then a slug would hum through the door and comb his whiskers, and he would cuss worse"n pap did that time he sot down in a b"ar trap.
I went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder and he give a squall and flopped over and let go _bam!_ right in my face and singed off my eyebrows. And the fellers acrost the street hollered and started shooting at both of us.
I"d grabbed the barrel of his Winchester, and he was cussing and jerking at it with one hand and feeling in his boot for a knife with the other"n, and I said: "Mister Brenton, if you ain"t too busy, I wish you"d gimme that there letter which come for pap."
"Don"t never come up behind me like that again!" he squalled. "I thought you was one of them dern outlaws! Look out! Duck, you blame fool!"
I let go of his gun, and he taken a shot at a head which was aiming around the corner of the shack, and the head let out a squall and disappeared.
"Who is them fellers?" I ast.
"Comanche Santry and his bunch, from up in the hills," snarled old man Brenton, jerking the lever of his Winchester. "They come after that gold. A h.e.l.l of a sheriff McVey is; never sent me n.o.body. And them fools over at the ring are makin" so much noise they"ll never hear the shootin" over here. Look out, here they come!"
Six or seven men rushed out from behind the shack and run acrost the street, shooting as they come. I seen I"d never get my letter as long as all this fighting was going on, so I unslung my old cap-and-ball and let _bam_ at them three times, and three of them outlaws fell acrost each other in the street, and the rest turned around and run back behind the shack.
"Good work, boy!" yelled old man Brenton. "If I ever -- oh, Judas Iscariot, we"re blowed up now!"
Something was pushed around the corner of the shack and come rolling down towards us, the shack being on higher ground than what the store was. It was a keg, with a burning fuse which whirled as the keg revolved and looked like a wheel of fire.
"What"s in that there kaig?" I ast.
"Blastin" powder!" screamed old man Brenton, scrambling up. "Run, you dern fool! It"s comin" right into the door!"
He was so scairt he forgot all about the fellers acrost the street, and one of "em caught him in the thigh with a buffalo rifle, and he plunked down again, howling blue murder. I stepped over him to the door -- that"s when I got that slug in my hip -- and the keg hit my laigs and stopped, so I picked it up and heaved it back acrost the street. It hadn"t no more"n hit the shack when _bam!_ it exploded and the shack went up in smoke. When it stopped raining pieces of wood and metal, they warn"t no sign to show any outlaws had ever hid behind where that shack had been.
"I wouldn"t believe it if I hadn"t saw it myself," old man Brenton moaned faintly.
"Air you hurt bad, Mister Brenton?" I ast.
"I"m dyin"," he groaned.
"Well, before you die, Mister Brenton," I says, "would you mind givin" me that there letter for pap?"
"What"s yore pap"s name?" he ast.
"Roarin" Bill Elkins, of Bear Creek," I said.
He warn"t as bad hurt as he thought. He reched up and got hold of a leather bag and fumbled in it and pulled out a envelope. "I remember tellin" old Buffalo Rogers I had a letter for Bill Elkins," he said, fingering it over. Then he said: "Hey, wait! This ain"t for yore pap. My sight is gittin" bad. I read it wrong the first time. This here is for Bill _Elston_ that lives between here and Perdition."
I want to spike a rumor which says I tried to murder old man Brenton and tore down his store for spite. I"ve done told how he got his laig broke, and the rest was accidental. When I realized that I had went through all that embarra.s.sment for nothing, I was so mad and disgusted I turned and run out of the back door, and I forgot to open the door and that"s how it got tore off the hinges.
I then jumped on to Alexander and forgot to ontie him loose from the store. I kicked him in the ribs, and he bolted and tore loose that corner of the building and that"s how come the roof to fall in. Old man Brenton inside was scairt and started yelling b.l.o.o.d.y murder, and about that time a mob of men come up to investigate the explosion which had stopped the three-cornered battle between Perdition, Tomahawk and Gunstock, and they thought I was the cause of everything, and they all started shooting at me as I rode off.
Then was when I got that charge of buckshot in my back.
I went out of Tomahawk and up the hill trail so fast I bet me and Alexander looked like a streak; and I says to myself it looks like making a name for myself in the world is going to be tougher than I thought, because it"s evident that civilization is full of snares for a boy which ain"t reched his full growth and strength.
CHAPTER III.
MEET CAP"N KIDD.
I DIDN"T pull up Alexander till I was plumb out of sight of Tomahawk. Then I slowed down and taken stock of myself, and my spirits was right down in my spiked shoes which still had some of Mister O"Tool"s hide stuck onto the spikes. Here I"d started forth into the world to show Glory McGraw what a he-bearcat I was, and now look at me. Here I was without even no clothes but them derned spiked shoes which pinched my feet, and a pair of britches some cow-puncher had wore the seat out of and patched with buckskin. I still had my gunbelt and the dollar pap gimme, but no place to spend it. I likewise had a goodly amount of lead under my hide.
"By golly!" I says, shaking my fists at the universe at large. "I ain"t goin" to go back to Bear Creek like this, and have Glory McGraw laughin" at me! I"ll head for the Wild River settlements and git me a job punchin" cows till I got money enough to buy me store-bought boots and a hoss!"
I then pulled out my bowie knife which was in a scabbard on my gunbelt, and started digging the slug out of my hip, and the buckshot out of my back. Them buckshot was kinda hard to get to, but I done it. I hadn"t never held a job of punching cows, but I"d had plenty experience roping wild bulls up in the Humbolts. Them bulls wanders off the lower ranges into the mountains and grows most amazing big and mean. Me and Alexander had had plenty experience with them, and I had me a lariat which would hold any steer that ever bellered. It was still tied to my saddle, and I was glad none of them cowpunchers hadn"t stole it. Maybe they didn"t know it was a lariat. I"d made it myself, especial, and used it to rope them bulls and also cougars and grizzlies which infests the Humbolts. It was made out of buffalo hide, ninety foot long and half again as thick and heavy as the average lariat, and the honda was a half-pound chunk of iron beat into shape with a sledge hammer. I reckoned I was qualified for a _vaquero_ even if I didn"t have no cowboy clothes and was riding a mule.
So I headed acrost the mountains for the cowcountry. They warn"t no trail the way I taken, but I knowed the direction Wild River lay in, and that was enough for me. I knowed if I kept going that way I"d hit it after awhile. Meanwhile, they was plenty of gra.s.s in the draws and along the creeks to keep Alexander fat and sleek, and plenty of squirrels and rabbits for me to knock over with rocks. I camped that night away up in the high ranges and cooked me nine or ten squirrels over a fire and et "em, and while that warn"t much of a supper for a appert.i.te like mine, still I figgered next day I"d stumble on to a b"ar or maybe a steer which had wandered offa the ranges.
Next morning before sunup I was on Alexander and moving on, without no breakfast, because it looked like they warn"t no rabbits nor nothing near abouts, and I rode all morning without sighting nothing. It was a high range, and nothing alive there but a buzzard I seen onst, but late in the afternoon I crossed a backbone and come down into a whopping big plateau about the size of a county, with springs and streams and gra.s.s growing stirrup-high along "em, and clumps of cottonwood, and spruce, and pine thick up on the hillsides. They was canyons and cliffs, and mountains along the rim, and altogether it was as fine a country as I ever seen, but it didn"t look like n.o.body lived there, and for all I know I was the first white man that ever come into it. But they was more soon, as I"ll relate.
Well, I noticed something funny as I come down the ridge that separated the bare hills from the plateau. First I met a wildcat. He come lipping along at a right smart clip, and he didn"t stop. He just gimme a wicked look sidewise and kept right on up the slope. Next thing I met a lobo wolf, and after that I counted nine more wolves, and they was all heading west, up the slopes. Then Alexander give a snort and started trembling, and a cougar slid out of a blackjack thicket and snarled at us over his shoulder as he went past at a long lope. All them varmints was heading for the dry bare country I"d just left, and I wondered why they was leaving a good range like this one to go into that dern no-account country.
It worried Alexander too, because he smelt of the air and brayed kind of plaintively. I pulled him up and smelt the air too, because critters run like that before a forest fire, but I couldn"t smell no smoke, nor see none. So I rode on down the slopes and started across the flats, and as I went I seen more bobcats, and wolves, and painters, and they was all heading west, and they warn"t lingering none, neither. They warn"t no doubt that them critters was pulling their freight because they was scairt of something, and it warn"t humans, because they didn"t "pear to be scairt of me a mite. They just swerved around me and kept trailing. After I"d gone a few miles I met a herd of wild hosses, with the stallion herding "em. He was a big mean-looking cuss, but he looked scairt as bad as any of the critters I"d saw.
The sun was getting low, and I was getting awful hungry as I come into a open spot with a creek on one side running through clumps of willers and cottonwoods, and on the other side I could see some big cliffs looming up over the tops of the trees. And whilst I was hesitating, wondering if I ought to keep looking for eatable critters, or try to worry along on a wildcat or a wolf, a big grizzly come lumbering out of a clump of spruces and headed west. When he seen me and Alexander he stopped and snarled like he was mad about something, and then the first thing I knowed he was charging us. So I pulled my .44 and shot him through the head, and got off and onsaddled Alexander and turnt him loose in gra.s.s stirrup-high, and skun the b"ar. Then I cut me off some steaks and started a fire and begun reducing my appert.i.te. That warn"t no small job, because I hadn"t had nothing to eat since the night before.
Well, while I was eating I heard hosses and looked up and seen six men riding towards me from the east. One was as big as me, but the other ones warn"t but about six foot tall apiece. They was cowpunchers, by their look, and the biggest man was dressed plumb as elegant as Mister Wilkinson was, only his shirt was jest only one color. But he had on fancy boots and a white Stetson and a ivory-b.u.t.ted Colt, and what looked like the b.u.t.t of a sawed-off shotgun jutted out of his saddle-scabbard. He was dark and had awful mean eyes, and a jaw which it looked like he could bite the spokes out of a wagon wheel if he wanted to.
He started talking to me in Piute, but before I could say anything, one of the others said: "Aw, that ain"t no Injun, Donovan, his eyes ain"t the right color."
"I see that, now," says Donovan. "But I sh.o.r.e thought he was a Injun when I first rode up and seen them old ragged britches and his sunburnt hide. Who the devil air you?"
"I"m Breckinridge Elkins, from Bear Creek," I says, awed by his magnificence.
"Well," says he, "I"m Wild Bill Donovan, which name is heard with fear and tremblin" from Powder River to the Rio Grande. Just now I"m lookin" for a wild stallion. Have you seen sech?"
"I seen a bay stallion headin" west with his herd," I said.
""Twarn"t him," says Donovan. "This here one"s a pinto, the biggest, meanest hoss in the world. He come down from the Humbolts when he was a colt, but he"s roamed the West from Border to Border. He"s so mean he ain"t never got him a herd of his own. He takes mares away from other stallions, and then drifts on alone just for pure cussedness. When he comes into a country all other varmints takes to the tall timber."
"You mean the wolves and painters and b"ars I seen headin" for the high ridges was runnin" away from this here stallion?" I says.
"Exactly," says Donovan. "He crossed the eastern ridge sometime durin" the night, and the critters that was wise high-tailed it. We warn"t far behind him; we come over the ridge a few hours ago, but we lost his trail somewhere on this side."
"You chasin" him?" I ast.
"Ha!" snarled Donovan with a kind of vicious laugh. "The man don"t live what can chase Cap"n Kidd! We"re just follerin" him. We been follerin" him for five hundred miles, keepin" outa sight, and hopin" to catch him off guard or somethin". We got to have some kind of a big advantage before we closes in, or even shows ourselves. We"re right fond of life! That devil has kilt more men than any other ten hosses on this continent."
"What you call him?" I says.
"Cap"n Kidd," says Donovan. "Cap"n Kidd was a big pirate long time ago. This here hoss is like him in lots of ways, particularly in regard to morals. But I"ll git him, if I have to foller him to the Gulf and back. Wild Bill Donovan always gits what he wants, be it money, woman, or hoss! Now lissen here, you range-country hobo: we"re a-siftin" north from here, to see if we cain"t pick up Cap"n Kidd"s sign. If you see a pinto stallion bigger"n you ever dreamed a hoss could be, or come onto his tracks, you drop whatever yo"re doin" and pull out and look for us, and tell me about it. You keep lookin" till you find us, too. If you don"t you"ll regret it, you hear me?"
"Yessir," I said. "Did you gents come through the Wild River country?"
"Maybe we did and maybe we didn"t," he says with haughty grandeur. "What business is that of yore"n, I"d like to know?"
"Not any," I says. "But I was aimin" to go there and see if I could git me a job punchin" cows."
At that he throwed back his head and laughed long and loud, and all the other fellers laughed too, and I was embarra.s.sed.
"You git a job punchin" cows?" roared Donovan. "With them britches and shoes, and not even no shirt, and that there ignorant-lookin" mule I see gobblin" gra.s.s over by the creek? Haw! haw! haw! haw! You better stay up here in the mountains whar you belong and live on roots and nuts and jackrabbits like the other Piutes, red or white! Any self-respectin" rancher would take a shotgun to you if you was to ast him for a job. Haw! haw! haw!" he says, and rode off still laughing.
I was that embarra.s.sed I bust out into a sweat. Alexander was a good mule, but he did look kind of funny in the face. But he was the only critter I"d ever found which could carry my weight very many miles without giving plumb out. He was awful strong and tough, even if he was kind of dumb and pot-bellied. I begun to get kind of mad, but Donovan and his men was already gone, and the stars was beginning to blink out. So I cooked me some more b"ar steaks and et "em, and the land sounded awful still, not a wolf howling nor a cougar squalling. They was all west of the ridge. This critter Cap"n Kidd sure had the country to hisself, as far as the meat-eating critters was consarned.
I hobbled Alexander close by and fixed me a bed with some boughs and his saddle blanket, and went to sleep. I was woke up shortly after midnight by Alexander trying to get in bed with me.
I sot up in irritation and prepared to bust him in the snoot, when I heard what had scairt him. I never heard such a noise. My hair stood straight up. It was a stallion neighing, but I never heard no hoss critter neigh like that. I bet you could of heard it for fifteen miles. It sounded like a combination of a wild hoss neighing, a rip saw going through a oak log full of knots, and a hungry cougar screeching. I thought it come from somewhere within a mile of the camp, but I warn"t sure. Alexander was shivering and whimpering he was that scairt, and stepping all over me as he tried to huddle down amongst the branches and hide his head under my shoulder. I shoved him away, but he insisted on staying as close to me as he could, and when I woke up again next morning he was sleeping with his head on my belly.
But he must of forgot about the neigh he heard, or thought it was jest a bad dream or something, because as soon as I taken the hobbles off of him he started cropping gra.s.s and wandered off amongst the thickets in his pudding-head way.
I cooked me some more b"ar steaks, and wondered if I ought to go and try to find Mister Donovan and tell him about hearing the stallion neigh, but I figgered he"d heard it. Anybody that was within a day"s ride ought to of heard it. Anyway, I seen no reason why I should run errands for Donovan.
I hadn"t got through eating when I heard Alexander give a horrified bray, and he come lickety-split out of a grove of trees and made for the camp, and behind him come the biggest hoss I ever seen in my life. Alexander looked like a pot-bellied bull pup beside of him. He was painted -- black and white -- and he r"ared up with his long mane flying agen the sunrise, and give a scornful neigh that nigh busted my ear-drums, and turned around and sa"ntered back towards the grove, cropping gra.s.s as he went, like he thunk so little of Alexander he wouldn"t even bother to chase him.
Alexander come blundering into camp, blubbering and hollering, and run over the fire and scattered it every which away, and then tripped hisself over the saddle which was laying nearby, and fell on his neck braying like he figgered his life was in danger.
I catched him and throwed the saddle and bridle on to him, and by that time Cap"n Kidd was out of sight on the other side of the thicket. I onwound my lariat and headed in that direction. I figgered not even Cap"n Kidd could break that lariat. Alexander didn"t want to go; he sot back on his haunches and brayed fit to deefen you, but I spoke to him sternly, and it seemed to convince him that he better face the stallion than me, so he moved out, kind of reluctantly.
We went past the grove and seen Cap"n Kidd cropping gra.s.s in the patch of rolling prairie just beyond, so I rode towards him, swinging my lariat. He looked up and snorted kinda threateningly, and he had the meanest eye I ever seen in man or beast; but he didn"t move, just stood there looking contemptuous, so I throwed my rope and piled the loop right around his neck, and Alexander sot back on his haunches.
Well, it was about like roping a roaring hurricane. The instant he felt that rope Cap"n Kidd give a convulsive start, and made one mighty lunge for freedom. The lariat held, but the girths didn"t. They held jest long enough for Alexander to get jerked head over heels, and naturally I went along with him. But right in the middle of the somesault we taken, both girths snapped.
Me and the saddle and Alexander landed all in a tangle, but Cap"n Kidd jerked the saddle from amongst us, because I had my rope tied fast to the horn, Texas-style, and Alexander got loose from me by the simple process of kicking me vi"lently in the ear. He also stepped on my face when he jumped up, and the next instant he was high-tailing it through the bresh in the general direction of Bear Creek. As I learned later he didn"t stop till he run into pap"s cabin and tried to hide under my brother John"s bunk.