"Oh, cut it out--cut it out!" rasped Lucius. "Beat it! Go home, all of you! Gosh a"mighty, can"t a feller lick his own wife without--Here!
Leggo my arm! What in thunder are you tryin" to do, Lou Banks?"
"I"m going to take you over to my house and put your feet in a hot mustard bath, and--"
"No, you ain"t! Leggo, I say! Fer the Lord"s sake, Officer, chase "em away!"
"Move on, now--move on, all of you," commanded the Marshal, waving the revolver in lieu of his well-known night-stick. "What you got to say to me, Lucius?" he asked as the women fell back.
"Do you think they c"n hear?"
"Not unless you whisper loudern" that."
"Well, say, I want you to do me a favour. I want you to take me up to the jail an" lock me in."
"You--you want to be locked in?"
"I don"t care whether you put it that way er to lock all these fool women out. It"s all the same to me. I ain"t had a minute"s peace for nearly two months. I--"
"Why don"t you go in your own house an" stay there?" demanded Anderson.
"That don"t seem to help any. They come to call on me so often you"d think I was a preacher or a doctor. An" what"s more, my wife"s beginnin"
to get her dander up. I c"n see what"s comin". If she ever--gee, it will be awful!"
"Then you hain"t murdered her yet? I understood you had."
Vicious Lucius looked over his shoulder and drew closer to the Marshal.
"This here strain is gittin" to be too much fer me, Mr. Crow. I can"t keep it up much longer. I"m breakin" down. I been thinkin" it over, an"
I can"t see any way out of it except to go to jail fer a month er two."
"What"s the charge?" inquired Marshal Crow.
"There won"t be any. I"ll do it fer nothing. It won"t cost you a cent to arrest me."
"That ain"t what I mean. What I mean is what offence have you committed?
What law have you broke?"
"Well, it"s purty hard to say."
"What charge will your wife make ag"inst you? Somebody has to make one, you know."
"That"s just it. She won"t make any charge against me--positively not.
So I"ve got to do it myself. You"ve had a lot of experience. What fer sort of a charge would you say I ought to bring?"
"Against yourself? It ain"t regular, Lucius."
"How about insanity? Wouldn"t that be a safe sort of complaint? I been actin" mighty queer lately."
"I should say you had. Ain"t you goin" to resist arrest?"
"No, I"m askin" fer it. If you don"t want to be seen walkin" through the streets with me, I"ll go on ahead an" wait fer you at the jail."
"Well, this certainly beats all! I thought sure you"d put up an awful fight, Lucius."
"I want to be locked up so"s I won"t commit murder," Lucius explained eagerly.
"Good gracious! You come along with me, Lucius Fry. You got to be put under lock an" key "fore this night is over. I can"t take no chances on your murderin" that pore defenceless wife of your"n. You come--"
"I ain"t thinkin" of murderin" my wife," protested Lucius, holding back.
"What I"m scared of is I"ll murder one or two of these pesky women--that Banks woman, fer instance. It"s gittin" so I can"t stick my nose outside the door "thout her droppin" everything an" runnin" out to gab with me.
I don"t get a minute"s privacy. If it ain"t one, it"s another. You"d think I was Napoleon Boneparte, the way them women act. I don"t know what"s come over "em."
"Why, it"s just "cause they think you can lick any man in town. That"s the way with some women. The more brutal a man is to his own wife, the more the other women seem to appreciate him. I must say, it takes a purty good man to lick that wife of your"n--she"s twice as big as you are, and--"
"Why, gosh dern it, Mr. Crow, I couldn"t lick Stella in a million years," whispered Lucius fiercely.
"What"s that? You--you say you can"t lick your wife?"
"_I should say not!_" exclaimed Mr. Fry, raising his voice in earnestness. Instantly he lowered it, standing on his tip-toes the better to impart the following information to the amazed Marshal: "She can lick me with both hands tied behind her back. n.o.body knows it better"n I do. I just got to keep throwin" things at her an" cussin" an"
smashin" furniture, an" all that, "cause if she ever got an idea how scared I am of her, she"d pick me up by the seat of my pants an"--Oh, I tell you it"s gettin" to be more"n I c"n stand, Mr. Crow. It"s mighty hard to keep on thinkin" you got to keep on bein" brave when you"re scared plumb to death all the time. Why, if Stella ever got onto the fact that I--"
"But you keep on beatin" her just the same, don"t you?"
"I never beat her unless her back"s turned. First I throw somethin" at her. That"s the best way. But you never ought to throw anything unless you got somethin" ready in the other hand. _An" hang onto that until you"re sure she"s not goin" to run to"ards you "stead of the other way._ If you"re goin" to be a successful wife-beater, you got to use an awful lot of common-sense." He looked over his shoulder. "Come on up the street a little ways, Mr. Crow," he said nervously. "Them fool women are edgin" nearer all the time. Next thing you know, they"ll be tryin" to sick me onto you, an"--an" I"d have to make good. They got all their husbands scared of me, an" they keep tellin" me that I"m the grandest little man in the world. You know Jim Banks? Well, he"s twice as big as I am. A week or two ago he came out on his back porch an" called me a name. I started over to apologize to him, but he thought I was comin"
_after_ him, so he jumped back in the kitchen an" slammed the door. She told me he wanted to send fer you, Mr. Crow. I--I wish he had."
"I understand you been makin" threats about what you"d do to me if I ever tried to arrest you," said Anderson sternly. "Is that true?"
"No, it ain"t. My wife"s been makin" all the threats. She don"t make any bones about what _she"ll_ do to you if you ever try to arrest me. She says she"ll bust your head fer you."
Marshal Crow straightened up and glared at the Fry habitation. There was a light in the kitchen window.
"You wait here, Lucius Fry, an" don"t move till I come back. I"m going in there an" talk to that wife o" yourn."
"You better take a gang o" men with you. Remember, I"m givin" you fair warnin". She"ll eat you alive."
"I"ll take my friend Mr. Squires with me fer a witness--that"s all. Is she out in the kitchen?"
"I don"t know. I ain"t been in the house since the row. She locked the door on me."
The Marshal strode away, leaving Vicious Lucius to the mercy of the women. Harry Squires was nowhere in sight. Mr. Crow looked about in some alarm. His speed noticeably decreased. Fumbling in his coat pocket, he found his police whistle and proceeded to blow a shrill blast upon it. A few moments pa.s.sed, and then Harry came hurrying around the corner of the house.
"Where have you been, dern you?"
"I"ve been in the house chatting with Mrs. Fry," said the reporter.
"Is she conscious? Is she able to talk?"