"Nell beams an" brightens at these yere proofs of Cherokee"s int"rest, while the pore Professor looks as deeply disheveled mental as he does when Texas goes soarin" aloft.
"Little Enright Peets waddles up to tell his paw that Tucson Jennie wants him. As he comes teeterin" along on his short cub-b"ar laigs, fat an" "round as forty pigs, the Professor--thinkin" it"ll mebby relieve the sityooation--stoops down to be pleasant to little Enright Peets.
""Yere"s my little friend!" he says, at the same time holdin" out his hands.
"Later we-all feels some ashamed of the excitement we displays. But the trooth is, the Professor offerin" to caress little Enright Peets that a-way sends us plumb off our feet. I never before witnesses any sech display of force. Every gent starts for"ard, an" some has pulled their guns.
""Paws off!" roars Enright to the pore dazed Professor, who comes mighty clost to rottin" down right thar; "in view of them announcements"--yere Enright p"ints to the bill, whar Satan an"
the Professor is deepicted as teacher an" p.o.o.pil--"do you-all reckon we lets sech a devil"s baby as you go manhandlin" that child?"
"The Professor throws up his hands like he"s growing desp"rate.
""Folks," he says, "I asks, in all hoomility, is thar anythin" I can say or do in this yere camp without throwing away my life?"
""Sh.o.r.e," returns Boggs; "all you got to do is give a deemonstration."
""However be I goin" to give a hypnotic deemonstration," returns the Professor, apparently on the verge of nervous breakdown, "when every possible subject is either too preeokyoopied, or too obstinate, or too weak, or too yoothful, or too beautiful, or too drunk? If it"s healin"
you"re after, bring fo"th the sickest you"ve got. If he"s blind an"
his eye ain"t gouged plumb out, I"ll make him see; if he"s lame an"
his laig ain"t cut plumb off, I"ll make him walk. An" now, gents, I"m through. If these yere proffers don"t suit, proceed with my bootchery.
I care less, since one day with you-all exactin" tarrapins has rendered life so distasteful to me that I wouldn"t turn hand or head to live."
"Havin" got this off his mind, the hara.s.sed Professor sets down an"
buries his face in his hands.
""Why not introdooce him," breaks in Rucker, who"s nosin" about, "to that aflickted shorthorn who comes groanin" in on the stage last night? He"s been quiled up in his blankets with the rhoomatism ever since he hits camp. Which if this yere imposter can make him walk, it"ll sh.o.r.e be kings-up with Missis Rucker, "cause she wants to make the bed."
""Whar"s this sufferer at?" demands Boggs, takin" the Professor by the sleeve an" with the same motion pullin" his six-shooter. "This yere discussion"s done reached the mark whar it"s goin" to be a case of kill or cure for some sport."
"Rucker leads the way up sta"rs, Boggs an" the Professor next, the rest trailin". All hands crowds into the little dark bedroom. Thar on the bed, clewed up into a knot, lies the rhoomatic party. As we-all files in, he draws himse"f onder the blankets ontil nothin" but his nose sticks out.
""Professor," says Boggs, an" his six-shooter goes "kluck! kluck!"
mighty menacin", "onfurl your game! I sh.o.r.e trusts that you ain"t started nothin" you can"t stop."
"The pore Professor don"t nurse no doubts. He thinks he"s in the bubblin" midst of blood an" sudden death; wharfore, you bet, he throws plenty of sperit into his racket. Makin" some hostile moves with his hands--Boggs elevatin" his gun, not bein" quite content about them motions--the Professor yells:
""Get up!"
"Talk of mir"cals! Which you should have seen that rhoomatic! With one turrific squawk he lands on his knees at the feet of Boggs, beggin"
for mercy.
""Don"t kill me," he cries; "I"ll show you whar I plants the money."
"Whoever is that rhoomatic? Which he"s the stoodent who stands up the stage over by Whetstone Springs. His rhoomatism"s merely that malefactor"s way of goin" onder cover.
"The Professor later offers to divide with Boggs on the two thousand-dollar reward the Wells-Fargo folks pays, but Boggs shakes his head.
""You take the entire wad, Professor," says he, wavin" aside that gen"rous necromancer. "It"s the trophy of your own hypnotic bow an"
spear. What share is borne by my .45 is incidental. Which I"ll say, too, that if I was playin" your hand I"d spread that cure on my posters as the star mir"cle of my c"reer.""
VIII
THAT TURNER PERSON
"Talk of your hooman storm-centers an" nacheral born hubs of grief,"
observed the old cattleman, reminiscently; "I"m yere to back that Turner person ag"inst all compet.i.tors. Not but what once we"re onto his angles, he sort o" oozes into our regyards. His baptismal name is "Lafe," but he never does deerive no ben"fit tharfrom among us, him behavin" that eegregious from the jump, he"s allers referred to as "that Turner person."
"As evincin" how swift flows the turbid currents of his destinies, he succeeds in focusin" the gen"ral gaze upon him before he"s been in camp a day. Likewise, it"s jest as well Missis Rucker herse"f ain"t present none in person at the time, or mighty likely he"d have focused all the crockery on the table upon him, which you can bet your last _peso_ wouldn"t have proved no desid"ratum. For while Missis Rucker ain"t what I calls onusual peevish, for a lady to set thar quiet an"
be p"inted to by some onlicensed boarder as a Borgia, that away, would be more"n female flesh an" blood can b"ar.
"It"s like this. The Turner person comes pushin" his way into the O.
K. Restauraw along with the balance of the common herd, an" pulls a cha"r up ag"inst the viands with all the confidence of a oldest inhab"tant. After grinnin" up an" down the table as affable as a wet dog, he ropes onto a can of airtights, the same bein" peaches. He he"ps himse"f plenty copious an" starts to mowin" "em away.
"None of us is noticin" partic"lar, bein" engaged on our own hook reachin" for things, when of a sudden he cuts loose a screech which would have knocked a bobcat speechless.
""I"m p"isened!" he yells; "I"m as good as dead right now!"
"Followin" this yere fulm"nation, he takes to dancin" stiff-laiged, meanwhile clutchin" hold of the buckle on his belt.
"Thar should be no dissentin" voice when I states that, at a crisis when some locoed maverick stampedes a entire dinin" room by allowin"
he"s been p"isened, prompt action should be took. Wharfore it excites no s"rprise when Jack Moore, to whom as kettle-tender for the Stranglers all cases of voylance is _ex officio_ put up, capchers the ghost-dancin" Turner person by the collar.
""Whatever"s the meanin" of this midprandial excitement?" demands Jack. "Which if these is your manners in a dinin" room, I"d sh.o.r.e admire to see you once in church."
""I"m p"isened!" howls the Turner person, p"intin" at the airtights.
"It"s ptomaines! I"m a gone fawnskin! Ptomaines is a center shot!"
"None of us holds Rucker overhigh, an" yet we jestifies that husband"s action. Rucker"s headin" in from the kitchen, bearin" aloft a platter of ham an" cabbage. He arrives in time to gather in the Turner person"s bluff about "ptomaines," an" onderstands he"s claimin" to be p"isened. Sh.o.r.e, Rucker don"t know what ptomaines is, but what then?
No more does the rest of us, onless it"s Peets, an" he"s over to Tucson. As I freequently remarks, the Doc is the best eddicated sharp in Arizona, an" even "ptomaines" ain"t got nothin" on him.
"Rucker plants the platter of ham an" cabbage on the table, an"
appeals "round to us.
""Gents," he says, "am I to stand mootely by an" see this tavern, the best j"int ondoubted in Arizona, insulted?" An" with that he"s down on the Turner person like a fallin" tree, whar that crazy-hoss individyooal stands jumpin" an" dancin" in the hands of Moore.
""What"s these yere slanders," shouts Rucker, "you-all is levelin" at my wife"s hotel? Yere we be, feedin" you on the fat of the land; an"
the form your grat.i.toode takes is to go givin" it out broadcast you"re p"isened! You pull your freight," he concloodes, as he wrastles the dancin" Turner person to the door, "an" if you-all ever shows your villifyin" nose inside this hostelry ag"in I"ll fill you full of buckshot."
"To be sh.o.r.e, that crack about buckshot ain"t nothin" more"n vain hyperbole, Rucker not possessin" the s.p.u.n.k of bull-snakes. The Turner person, however, lets him get away with it, an" submits tamely to be buffaloed, which of itse"f shows he ain"t got the heart of a horned toad. The eepisode does Rucker a heap of good, though, an" he puffs up immoderate. Given any party he can buffalo, an" the way that weak-minded married man expands his chest, an" takes to struttin", is a caution to c.o.c.k partridges. An" all the time, a jack-rabbit, of ordinary resolootion an" force of character, would make Rucker take to a tree or go into a hole.
"Is the Turner person p"isened?
"No more"n I be. Which it"s simple that alarmist"s heated imagination, aggravated by what deloosions is born of the nosepaint he gets in Red Dog before ever he makes his Wolfville deboo at all. Two hookers of Old Jordan from Black Jack renders him so plumb well he"s reedic"lous.
"Most likely you-all"d go thinkin" now that, havin" let sech a hooman failure as Rucker put it all over him, this Turner person"d lie dormant a spell, an" give his se"f-respect a chance to ketch its breath. Not him. It"s no longer away than second drink time the same evenin" when he locks gratooitous horns with Black Jack. To this last embroglio thar is--an" could be--no deefense, Jack bein" so amiable that havin" trouble with him is like goin" to the floor with your own image in the gla.s.s. Which he"s sh.o.r.ely a long sufferin"