"Wolfville an" Red Dog, every gent follows Boggs" example. It sounds like a battery of gattlings, the whole punctchooated by a whirlwind of "Whoops!" that"d have backed a war party of Apaches over a bluff. They almost hears us in Tucson.
"Old Boomerang reesponds n.o.ble to Boggs"s six-shooters. They was the preecise kind of encouragement he"s been waitin" for, an" onder their inspiration he t"ars by Toobercloses like a thrown lance. We sweeps on to Boot Hill, makin" a deemoniac finish, old Boomerang leadin" by the len"th of the hea.r.s.e.
"n.o.body"s hurt, onless you wants to count that hectic bandit from Albuquerque. After he"s beat cold, Toobercloses gets tangled up accidental in a mesquite bush, the quill-wheel swaps eends with itse"f, an" the hectic Albuquerque bandit lands head on in a bunch of cactus. He"s sh.o.r.e a spectacle; an" Peets says private that for a while thar"s hopes he"ll die. As for the parson, who"s the sorest divine in Arizona, he allows that the only bet he ever knows prov"dence to overlook is not breakin" the hectic bandit"s neck.
"Nacherally, the Red Dogs feels some grouchy at the way things has gone, an" while they gives up their orig"nal thought of lynchin" the hectic bandit, they"re plenty indignant at him for turnin" old Holt"s fooneral into a hoss race. It ain"t old Holt that"s frettin" "em so much as that they feels like it"s a disgrace on their camp.
"This yere Red Dog feelin" prodooces a onlooked for effect. They goes gloomin" an" glowerin" "round, an" talkin" to themselves to sech a hostile extent it ups an" scares the Turner person. Plumb timid by nacher, he gets afraid the Red Dogs" indignation"ll incloode him final, an" eend by drawin" their horns his way. It"s no use tryin" to ca"m him. Argyooment, reemonstrance, even a promise to protect him with our lives, has no effect. The Turner person, in a last stampede of his nerve, is for dustin" back to Missouri--him an" his Peggy bride. He says it"s more peaceful, more civ"lized thar, which sh.o.r.e strikes us as a heap jocose. In the end, however, we has to let him go.
"The hea.r.s.e?
"We keeps the hea.r.s.e, that an" Boomerang; Armstrong"s uncle buys "em.
He says he don"t aim to be sep"rated none from the only hea.r.s.e within a hundred miles, an" him on the verge of the grave.
""Which my only reason for livin" now," says he, "is to lac"rate Boggs, an" even that as a pastime is beginnin" to pall."
"What time does Boomerang make?
"No one preetends to hold a watch. Thar"s one thing, though, which looks like he was sh.o.r.e goin" some. Tutt on the way back picks up a dead jack-rabbit, that"s been run over by the hea.r.s.e."
XII
SPELLING BOOK BEN
"Which it"s as you states." The old cattleman a.s.sumed the easy att.i.tude of one sure of his position. "Reefinement, that a-way, will every now an" then hit the center of the table in manner an" form most onexpected. Thar"s Red Dog. Now whoever do you reckon would look for sech a oncooth outfit to go onbeltin" in any reefined racket? An" yet thar"s once at least when Red Dog shows it"s got its silken side.
"An", after all, mebby I"m too narrow about Red Dog. Thar"s times when I fears that drawn aside by prejewdyce I misjedges Red Dog utter, an" takes for ignorant vulgar"ty what comin" down to cases is merely noise. It"s the whiskey they drinks, most likely. They"re addicted to a kind of cat-bird whiskey over thar, which sets "em to whistlin" an" chirpin" an" twitterin" an" teeterin" up an" down on the conversational bough, to sech a seemin"ly empty-headed extent it"s calc"lated to mislead the ca"mest intellects into a belief that the c"rrect way to deal with Red Dog is to build one of these yere stone corrals "round it, call it a loonatic asylum, an" let it go at that.
"Wolfville"s whiskey?
"We-all confines ourselves to Valley Tan an" Willow Run an" Old Jordan, all lickers which has a distinct tendency to make a gent seedate, an" render him plumb cer"monious. I in no wise exaggerates when I avers that I freequent cuts the trail of parties who, after the tenth or mebby it"s the "leventh drink across the Red Light bar, waxes that punctillious they even addresses a measly Mexican as "Sir."
"Recurrin" to Red Dog, that silken occasion which I has in mind occurs when, proceedin" without invitation an" wholly as volunteers, they strings up the book-keep sharp who b.u.mps off Spellin" Book Ben. Thar"s a brief moment when said action runs a profound risk of bein"
misconstrooed into becomin" the teemin" source of complications. You see we ain"t lookin" for nothin" in the way of a play from Red Dog more del"cate than the b.u.t.t of a six-shooter, an" it ain"t ontil the Red Dog chief himse"f onlimbers in planations, an" all plenty loocid, that we ketches fully on.
"Red Dog goes further an" insists on payin" over what money they wagers, an" all as honorable as though that contest which they bets on goes to a showdown. Enright won"t have it, though, none whatever; an"
what with one side heatedly profferin" an" the other coldly refoosin", it looks for a time like thar"s goin" to be feelin". Friction is averted, however, when Peets--who"s allers thar with the s"lootion to any tangle--recommends that Red Dog an" Wolfville chip in half an"
half conj"intly, to buy a tombstone for Spellin" Book, with a inscription kyarved tharon, the same to read:
TO THE MEMORY OF SPELLING BOOK BEN.
PREFERRING DEATH TO THE APPEARANCE OF IGNORANCE, HE DIED A MARTYR TO LEARNING AND BRAVELY DEFENDING A RIGHTFUL ORTHOGRAPHY.
THE LANGUAGE MOURNS HIS LOSS.
""Which we simply aims by this yere hangin"," says the Red Dog chief in makin" them explanations, the same bein" addressed to Enright, "to save you-all from a disagree"ble dooty."
""As how?" deemands Enright, who"s a heap deefensive by instinct, an"
never puts down his stack while the kyards is in the hands of the dealer.
""As how to wit," returns the Red Dog chief. "Troo, this book-keep malefactor ain"t by rights no sh.o.r.e-enough Red Dogger, seein" he"s a importation of the express company"s an" at best or worst no more"n a sojourner within our gates. But, considerin" how he trails in yere this evenin" in our company, we feels respons"ble. Wharfore, allowin"
that mebby--you-all standin" towards us visitors, that a-way, in the light of hosts--your notion of hospital"ty gets its spurs tangled up in your deelib"rations so it impedes the march of jestice, we intervenes. Which I sh.o.r.ely trusts that no gent present regyards Red Dog as that ontaught as to go cuttin" in on what"s cl"arly a alien game onasked. Red Dog ain"t quite that exyooberantly b.u.mptious, not to say croodly gay. It"s only to relieve the shoulders of you-all from a burden that we strings said offender up."
""_Bueno!_" replies Enright, followin" a dignified pause, like he"s weighin" the Red Dog chief"s eloocidations. "A gent, onless his hand is crowded by some p"int of honor, allers takes the word of a fellow gent. In view of which, the execootion you pulls off is yereby accepted as kindly meant, an" as sech is kindly took. I"m preepared on behalf of Wolfville to regyard the same as performed in a sperit of del"cate courtesy. Whatever, Doc, do you-all say?"
""Like yourse"f, Sam," says Peets, "I grasps an" a"preeciates the Red Dog att.i.toode. Also, I holds that the business thus constrooed is calc"lated to cement relations between the two camps which, havin"
their roots in mutyooal esteem, is sh.o.r.e to b"ar froote in fraternal affection."
"The Doc then goes on an" onbends in flatterin" a.s.shorances that nothin" could be finer worded than the Red Dog chief"s oration, onless it"s Enright"s reply.
""As a jedge of diction," he concloods, "an" a lover of proper speakin", I"m onreserved in the view that the statements of both ought to be preeserved as spec"mens of English ondeefiled."
"Thar havin" been talk enough, an" Enright an" Peets contendin" that it"s Wolfville"s treat, both sides goes weavin" over to the Red Light an" onbends in quite a frolic.
"It"d sh.o.r.e been better if we had first cut down the corpse, an"
tharby dodged the wrath of Missis Rucker. It"s certainly a oversight.
Bar that single incident, thar arises nothin" to mar the good feelin"
which everywhar preevails. Forchoonately, that don"t occur none ontil noon next day; an" by that time the Red Dog folks has all gone home, leastwise all who can go without fallin" out of the saddle. Which if them Red Dogs is present, an" able to form opinions, them intemp"rate exhibitions of Missis Rucker, an" what she says an" threatens ag"inst us, speshully Enright, would have mortified us to death.
"As showin" the vagaries of the female mind, Missis Rucker seelects that lynchin" as a topic at chuck time, an" she sh.o.r.e does carry on scand"lous. We ain"t but jest filed into the dinin" room, when she t"ars loose at Enright like a cyclone in a calico dress. Son, she certainly does curry our old Lycurgus frightful!
"What does Enright do?
"Whatever can he do more"n mootely arch his back, same as a mule in a storm of hail, an" stand it?
"When Missis Rucker has done freed her feelin"s, an" got them reecrim"nations dealt down to the turn, she shakes a finger onder Enright"s subdooed nose, an" fulm"nates a warnin".
""I tells you once before, Sam Enright," she says, "an" I tells you now ag"in, that you-all drunkards is either goin" to cease pesterin"
me the way you does, or I"m bound I"ll make some among you plenty hard to locate. Now don"t you go tellin" me nothin"," she shouts, as Enright starts to say somethin"; "don"t go harrowin" me up with none of your fabrications. It"s nothin" but your egreegious pompos"ty that a-way, an" a gen"ral deesire to put on dog an" lord it over us pore females with meals to cook an" water to draw, which sets you-all to hangin" parties to the windmill whar they"re plumb in the way. An" all after me takin" my hands out of the dough, too, the time you Stranglers puts that B"ar Creek Stanton over the jump, an" goin" in person to the stage corral to p"int out a beam which is a heap better adapted."
""But, ma"am," expostyoolates Enright, "you"ve done followed off the wrong wagon track entire. It ain"t us none; it"s them Red Dog savages.
So far as Wolfville"s concerned, him bein" swung to the windmill, that a-way, is plumb fortooitous."
""Jest the same," returns Missis Rucker, who"s merciless an" refooses to be softened, "you better take heed a heap. This once I lets you get away with that Red Dog crawl-out. But if ever I finds another party suspended to the windmill so"s I can"t get no water, thar"s a pa.s.sel of sots, of whom you, Sam Enright, is the onregen"rate chief, who"ll sh.o.r.e get their grub fortooitous."
"Peets, at this yere crisis, jogs Enright"s elbow, by way of signin"
up to him to draw out; an", except from her domineerin" over Rucker more"n common for a couple of days, she ceases her demonstrations.
"Not but what Missis Rucker has some rights on her side. What with feedin" forty of us folks three times a day, she"s got a lot on her mind; an" to find some sooperfluous sport hangin" in her way, when she goes to fill her bucket, necessar"ly chafes her.
"An" yet the Stranglers is up ag"inst it, too. Hangin" a culprit, dooly convicted, is a public game; an" the windmill"s the only piece of public property in sight, besides bein" centrally sityooated. Also, thar"s nothin" in that corral bluff of Missis Rucker"s. The beam she alloodes to ain"t big enough, an" is likewise too low.
"Boggs, who sympathizes with Missis Rucker, once when we has a hoss thief we don"t need on our hands, su"gests we rope him up to the sign over Armstrong"s Noo York store. But thar"s rival trade interests, an"
Enright fears it"ll be took invidious as a covert scheme for drawin"
custom to Armstrong"s emporium.
""Personally," says Enright, "I favors Dan"s idee. But since Armstrong"s a member of the committee, you-all sees yourselves that for us to go execootin" culprits on his sign that a-way, the direct effects of which distinguishes him an" booms his game, would sh.o.r.e breed jealousies."