"Nell don"t insist, an" the turn fallin" "king-jack," she nacherally moves Boggs"s reds to the check-rack.
"On the great evenin" Red Dog comes surgin" in upon us, snortin" an"
prancin" an" pitchin". Which it certainly is a confident band of prairie dogs. Wolfville"s organized and ready, Armstrong"s Spellin"
Book Ben party havin" come over from El Paso three days prior.
"Seein" how mighty se"f-possessed them Red Dogs feel, Boggs begins to grow nervous.
""You don"t reckon, Dave," says he, speakin" to Tutt, "that them miscreents has got anything up their sleeve?--any little thing like a ace buried?"
""Which they wouldn"t dare. Also, since you brings the matter up, Dan, I now gives notice that for myse"f I shall regyard success on their part as absoloote proof of perfidy. That settled, I sacks that hamlet of Red Dog, an" plows an" sows its deboshed site with salt."
""That"s the talk!" says Boggs. "Let "em win once, an" you an" me, Dave,"ll caper over in our individyooal capac"ty, an" lay waste that Red Dog hamlet if it"s the last act of our lives."
"The spellin" school is schedjooled for the r"ar wareroom of the Noo York store, whar the Stranglers convenes. All Red Dog is thar, dressed up like a hoss, their Wells-Fargo book-keep in their exultant midst. Enright calls the meetin" to order with the b.u.t.t of his six-shooter; our old warchief allers uses his gun as a gavel that a-way, as lookin" more offishul. Also, since the dooty of a presidin" officer is to preserve order, it"s in line to begin with a show--not too ondecorous--of force.
"Enright states the object of the gatherin", an" Peets, spellin" book in hand, swings into the saddle an" in a moment is off at a road gait.
The words falls thick an" sharp, like the crackin" of a rifle. Which they sh.o.r.e does thin out them contestants plenty rapid! Boggs goes down before "Theery," spellin" it with a extra "e." Tutt lasts through three fires, but is sent curlin" like a shot jack-rabbit by "Epitaph,"
which he ends with a "f." Texas dies on "Definite," bein" misled by what happens to Tutt into introdoocin" tharin a sooperfluous "ph."
""I ain"t none astonished," Texas says sadly, when Peets informs him that he"s in the diskyard; "since ever my former Laredo wife acquires that divorce, together with al"mony an" the reestoration of her maiden name, the same bein" Suggs, I ain"t been the onerrin" speller I once was."
"Cherokee has luck, an" lasts for quite a time. It"s the "leventh word that fetches him. An" at that thar"s a heap to be said on the side of Cherokee.
"The word"s "Capitol," as Peets lets it fly.
""C-a-p-i-t-a-l," spells Cherokee.
""Dead bird!" Peets says, plenty sententious.
""Whatever kind o" capital?"
""Capitol of a State."
""Then I misonderstands you. Which I takes it you"re referrin" to a bankroll."
"The Doc, however, is obdoorate, an" Cherokee shoves back.
""I think," says Nell, whisperin" to Missis Rucker an" Tucson Jennie, who, with little Enright Peets, is off to one side--"I think the Doc"s a mighty sight too contracted in his scope."
"Monte falls by the wayside on "Scenery," an" is that preepost"rous he starts to give Peets an argyooment. Monte spells it "Seenry."
""Whar do you-all get your licence, Doc," he demands, when Peets tells him how it"s spelled, "to jam in that misfit "c"? Me havin" drove stage for twenty years, I"ve seen as much scenery as any gent present, an" should sh.o.r.e know how it"s spelled. Scenery is what you sees.
"S-e-e" spells see; an" tharfore I contends that "S-e-e-n-r-y" spells scenery. That "c" you springs on us, Doc, is a solecism, an" as much out of place as a cow on a front porch."
"Enright raps Monte down. ""Scenery" is spelled any way which the Doc says," declar"s Enright, his eye some severe, "an" I trusts no gent"ll compel the cha"r to take measures."
""Say no more," responds Monte, plenty humble and prompt. "What I urges is only to "licit information. I still thinks, however, that onder the gen"ral wellfare clause of the const.i.tootion, an" with an onfenced alphabet to pick an" choose from, a sport ought to have the inalienable right to spell things the way he likes. Otherwise, whatever is the use of callin" this a free country? If a gent"s to be compelled to spell scenery with a fool "c," I asks you why was Yorktown an" wharfore Bunker Hill?"
"Monte, havin" thus onloaded, reetires to the r"ar, coverin" his chagrin by hummin" a stanzy or two from the well-known ditty, "Bill, of Smoky Hill."
Bill driv three spans of hosses, An" when Injuns hove in sight, He"d holler "Fellers, give "em h.e.l.l!
I ain"t got time to fight."
But he chanced one time to run ag"in A bullet made of lead, An" when they brung Bill into town, A bar"l of tears was shed.
"While Texas an" Boggs an" Tutt an" Cherokee an" Monte an" the rest of the Wolfville outfit is fallin" like November"s leaves, them Red Dog bandits is fadin" jest as fast. If anything, they"re fadin" faster.
They"re too p"lite or too proodent to cavil at the presence of Spellin" Book Ben, an" by third drink time after we starts thar"s no gents left standin" except that Wells-Fargo book-keep sharp for Red Dog, an" Spellin" Book for us. It"s give an" take between "em for mebby one hundred words, an" neither so much as stubs his orthographic toe.
"The evenin" w"ars into what them poets calls the "small hours."
Missis Rucker is wearily battin" her eyes, while little Enright Peets is snorin" guinea-pig snores in Tucson Jennie"s lap.
"Thar comes a pause for Black Jack to pa.s.s the refreshments, an" Nell takes advantage of the lull.
""Hopin" no one," says Nell, "will think us onp"lite, we ladies will retire. Jedgin" from the way little Enright Peets sounds, not to mention how I feels or Missis Rucker looks, it"s time we weaker vessels. .h.i.ts the blankets."
""Yes, indeed," adds Missis Rucker, smothering a yawn with her hand; "I"d certainly admire to stay a whole lot, but rememberin" the hour I thinks, like Nellie, that we-all ladies better pull our freight."
"Enright settin" the example, we gents stands up while the ladies withdraws, little Enright Peets bein" drug along between Nell an"
Tucson Jennie plumb inert.
"Peets resoomes his word-callin", an" them two heroes spells on for a hour longer.
"At last, however, the Wells-Fargo book-keep sharp commences to turn shaky; the pressure"s beginnin" to tell. As for Spellin" Book Ben, he"s as steady as a church.
""By the grave of Moses, Dan," Tutt whispers to Boggs, "that Red Dog imposter"s on the brink of a stampede."
"Peets gives out "colander"; it"s Spellin" Book Ben"s turn. As he starts to whirl his verbal loop the Red Dog adept whips out his gun, an" jams it ag"inst Spellin" Book"s ribs.
""Spell it with a "u,"" says the Red Dog sharp, "or I"ll sh.o.r.e send you shoutin" home to heaven! Which I"ve stood all of your dad-binged eryoodition my nerves is calk"lated to endoore."
"Spellin" Book Ben"s game, game as yaller wasps. With the cold muzzle of that book-keep murderer"s hint to the onconverted pushin" into his side, he never flickers.
""C-o," he begins.
"But that"s as far as he ever gets. Thar"s a dull roar, an" pore Spellin" Book comes slidin" from his learned perch. It"s done so quick that not even Jack Moore has time to hedge a stack down the other way.
""It"s too late, Doc," says pore Spellin" Book, as Peets stoops over him; "he gets me all right." Then he rolls a gen"ral eye on all.
"Gents," he says, "don"t send my remainder back to El Paso. Boot Hill does me."
"Them"s Spellin" Book"s last words, an" they does him proud.
"It"s the Lightnin" Bug who grabs the murderin" book-keep sharp, an"
takes his gun away. Then he swings him before Enright.
""He"s your pris"ner," says the Red Dog chief, actin" for his outfit, an" Enright bows his acknowledgments.
"Son, it"s a lesson to see them two leaders of men. Enright never shows up n.o.bler, an" you can wager your bottom peso that the Red Dog chief is a long shot from bein" a slouch.