"Thet paper don"t "mount ter beans, no how!" he said, quietly but explanatively as he returned to the bed.
It was Lawyer Maxwell"s turn to become dumb. In his astonished abstraction he forgot to wipe his mouth, and gazed at Gabriel with his nervous smile as if his client had just perpetrated a practical joke of the first magnitude.
"Ef it"s the same to you, I"ll just gin ye me idee of a de-fence," said Gabriel, apologetically, relighting his pipe, "allowin" o" course that you knows best, and askin" no deduckshun from your charges for advice.
Well, you jess stands up afore the jedge, and you slings "em a yarn suthin" like this: "Yer"s me, for instans," you sez, sez you, "ez gambols--gambols very deep--jess fights the tiger, wharever and whenever found, the same bein" onbeknownst ter folks gin"rally, and spechil te my wife, ez was July. Yer"s me been gambolin" desprit with this yer man, Victyor Ramyirez, and gets lifted bad! and we hez, so to speak, a differculty about some pints in the game. I allows one thing, he allows another, and this yer man gives me the lie and I stabs him!" Stop--hole your hosses!" interjected Gabriel, suddenly, "thet looks bad, don"t it?
he bein" a small man, a little feller "bout your size. No! Well, this yer"s the way we puts it up: "Seving men--_seving_--friends o" his, comes at me, permiskis like, one down, and nex" comes on, and we hez it mighty lively thar fur an hour, until me, bein" in a tight place, hez to use a knife and cuts this yer man bad!" Thar, that"s "bout the thing!
Now ez to my runnin" away, you sez, sez you, ez how I disremembers owin"
to the "citement that I hez a "pintent in Sacramento the very nex" day, and waltzes down yer to keep it, in a hurry. Ef they want to know whar July ez, you sez she gits wild on my not comin" home, and starts that very night arter me. Thar, thet"s "bout my idee--puttin" it o" course in your own shape, and slingin" in them bits o" po"try and garbage, and kinder sa.s.sin" the plaintiff"s counsel, ez you know goes down afore a jedge and jury."
Maxwell rose hopelessly,--"Then, if I understand you, you intend to admit"----
"Thet I done it? In course!" replied Gabriel; "but," he added, with a cunning twinkle in his eye, "justifybly--justifyble homyside, ye mind!--bein" in fear o" my life from seving men. In course," he added, hurriedly, "I can"t identify them seving strangers in the dark, so thar"s no harm or suspicion goin" to be done enny o" the boys in the Gulch."
Maxwell walked gravely to the window, and stood looking out without speaking. Suddenly he turned upon Gabriel with a brighter face and more earnest manner. "Where"s Olly?"
Gabriel"s face fell. He hesitated a moment. "I was on my way to the school in Sacramento whar she iz."
"You must send for her--I must see her at once!"
Gabriel laid his powerful hand on the lawyer"s shoulder. "She izn"t--that chile--to knows anythin" o" this. You hear?" he said, in a voice that began in tones of deprecation, and ended in a note of stern warning.
"How are you to keep it from her?" said Maxwell, as determinedly. "In less than twenty-four hours every newspaper in the state will have it--with their own version and comments. No; you must see her. She must hear it first from your own lips."
"But--I--can"t--see--her just now," said Gabriel, with a voice that for the first time during their interview faltered in its accents.
"Nor need you," responded the lawyer, quickly. "Trust that to me. _I_ will see her, and you shall afterwards. You need not fear I will prejudice your case. Give me the address! Quick!" he added, as the sound of footsteps and voices approaching the room, came from the hall.
Gabriel did as he requested. "Now one word," he continued hurriedly, as the footsteps halted at the door.
"Yes," said Gabriel.
"As you value your life and Olly"s happiness, hold your tongue."
Gabriel nodded with cunning comprehension. The door opened to Mr. Jack Hamlin, diabolically mischievous, self-confident and audacious! With a familiar nod to Maxwell he stepped quickly before Gabriel and extended his hand. Simply, yet conscious of obeying some vague magnetic influence, Gabriel reached out his own hand and took Jack"s white, nervous fingers in his own calm, ma.s.sive grasp.
"Glad to see you, pard!" said that gentleman, showing his white teeth and reaching up to clap his disengaged hand on Gabriel"s shoulder. "Glad to see you, old boy,--even if you have cut in and taken a job out of my hands that I was rather lyin" by to do myself. Sooner or later I"d have fetched that Mexican--if you hadn"t dropped into my seat and taken up my hand. Oh, it"s all right, Mack!" he said, intercepting the quick look of caution that Maxwell darted at his client, "don"t do that. We"re all friends here. If you want me to testify, I"ll take my oath that there hasn"t been a day this six months that that infernal hound, Ramirez, wasn"t jest pantin" to be planted in his tracks! I can hardly believe I ain"t done it myself." He stopped, partly to enjoy the palpable uneasiness of Maxwell, and perhaps in some admiration of Gabriel"s physique.
Maxwell quickly seized this point of vantage. "You can do your friend here a very great service," he said to Jack, lowering his voice as he spoke.
Jack laughed. "No, Mack, it won"t do! They wouldn"t believe me! There ain"t judge or jury you could play that on!"
"You don"t understand me," said Maxwell, laughing a little awkwardly. "I didn"t mean that, Jack. This man was going to Sacramento to see his little sister"----
"Go on," said Jack, with much gravity; "of course he was. I know that.
"Dear brother, dear brother, come home with me now!" Certainly. So"m I.
Goin" to see an innocent little thing "bout seventeen years old, blue eyes and curly hair! Always go there once a week. Says he must come!
Says she"ll"----he stopped in the full tide of his irony, for, looking up, he caught a glimpse of Gabriel"s simple, troubled face and sadly reproachful eyes. "Look here," said Jack, turning savagely on Maxwell, "what are you talking about anyway?"
"I mean what I say," returned Maxwell, quickly. "He was going to see his sister--a mere child. Of course he can"t go now. But he must see her--if she can be brought to him. Can you--_will_ you do it?"
Jack cast another swift glance at Gabriel. "Count me in," he said, promptly; "when shall I go?"
"Now--at once."
"All right. Where shall I fetch her to?"
"One Horse Gulch."
"The game"s made," said Jack, sententiously. "She"ll be there by sundown to-morrow." He was off like a flash, but as swiftly returned, and called Maxwell to the door. "Look here," he said, in a whisper, "p"r"aps it would be as well if the sheriff didn"t know I was _his_ friend," he went on, indicating Gabriel with a toss of his head and a wink of his black eye, "because, you see, Joe Hall and I ain"t friends. We had a little difficulty, and some shootin" and foolishness down at Marysville last year. Joe"s a good, square man, but he ain"t above prejudice, and it might go against our man."
Maxwell nodded, and Jack once more darted off.
But his colour was so high, and his exaltation so excessive, that when he reached his room his faithful Pete looked at him in undisguised alarm. "Bress us--it tain"t no whisky, Mars Jack, arter all de doctors tole you?" he said, clasping his hands in dismay.
The bare suggestion was enough for Jack in his present hilarious humour.
He instantly hiccuped, lapsed wildly over against Pete with artfully simulated alcoholic weakness, tumbled him on the floor, and grasping his white, woolly head, waved over it a boot-jack, and frantically demanded "another bottle." Then he laughed; as suddenly got up with the greatest gravity and a complete change in his demeanour, and wanted to know, severely, what he, Pete, meant by lying there on the floor in a state of beastly intoxication?
"Bress me! Mars Jack, but ye _did_ frighten me. I jiss allowed dem tourists downstairs had been gettin" ye tight."
"You did--you degraded old ruffian! If you"d been reading Volney"s "Ruins," or reflectin" on some of those moral maxims that I"m just wastin" my time and health unloading to you, instead of making me the subject of your inebriated reveries, you wouldn"t get picked up so often. Pack my valise, and chuck it into some horse and buggy--no matter whose. Be quick."
"Is we gwine to Sacramento, Mars Jack?"
"_We?_ No, sir. _I"m_ going--alone! What I"m doing now, sir, is only the result or calm reflection--of lying awake nights taking points and jest spottin" the whole situation. And I"m convinced, Peter, that I can stay with you no longer. You"ve been hackin" the keen edge of my finer feelin"s; playin" it very low down on my moral and religious nature, generally ringin" in a cold deck on my spiritual condition for the last five years. You"ve jest cut up thet rough with my higher emotions thet there ain"t enough left to chip in on a ten-cent ante. Five years ago,"
continued Jack, coolly, brushing his curls before the gla.s.s, "I fell into your hands a guileless, simple youth, in the first flush of manhood, knowin" no points, easily picked up on my sensibilities, and travellin", so to speak, on my shape! And where am I now? Echo answers "where?" and pa.s.ses for a euchre! No, Peter, I leave you to-night.
Wretched misleader of youth, gummy old man with the strawberry eyebrows, farewell!"
Evidently this style of exordium was no novelty to Pete, for without apparently paying the least attention to it, he went on surlily packing his master"s valise. When he had finished he looked up at Mr. Hamlin, who was humming, in a heart-broken way, "_Yes, we must part_," varied by occasional glances of exaggerated reproach at Pete, and said, as he shouldered the valise--
"Dis yer ain"t no woman foolishness, Mars Jack, like down at dat yar Mission?"
"Your suggestion, Peter," returned Jack, with dignity, "emanates from a moral sentiment debased by Love Feasts and Camp Meetings, and an intellect weakened by Rum and Gum and the contact of Lager Beer Jerkers.
It is worthy of a short-card sharp and a keno flopper, which I have, I regret to say, long suspected you to be. Farewell! You will stay here until I come back. If I don"t come back by the day after to-morrow, come to One Horse Gulch. Pay the bill, and don"t knock down for yourself more than seventy-five per cent. Remember I am getting old and feeble. You are yet young, with a brilliant future before you. Git."
He tossed a handful of gold on the bed, adjusted his hat carefully over his curls, and strode from the room. In the lower hall he stopped long enough to take aside Mr. Raynor, and with an appearance of the greatest conscientiousness, to correct an error of two feet in the measurements he had given him that morning of an enormous pine tree in whose prostrate trunk he, Mr. Hamlin, had once found a peaceful, happy tribe of one hundred Indians living. Then lifting his hat with marked politeness to Mrs. Raynor, and totally ignoring the presence of Mr.
Raynor"s mentor and companion, he leaped lightly into the buggy and drove away.
"An entertaining fellow," said Mr. Raynor, glancing after the cloud of dust that flew from the untarrying wheels of Mr. Hamlin"s chariot.
"And so gentlemanly," smiled Mrs. Raynor.
But the journalistic conservator of the public morals of California, in and for the city and county of San Francisco, looked grave, and deprecated even that feeble praise of the departed. "His cla.s.s are a curse to the country. They hold the law in contempt; they r.e.t.a.r.d by the example of their extravagance the virtues of economy and thrift; they are consumers and not producers; they bring the fair fame of this land into question by those who foolishly take them for a type of the people."
"But, dear me," said Mrs. Raynor, pouting, "where your gamblers and bad men are so fascinating, and your honest miners are so dreadfully murderous, and kill people, and then sit down to breakfast with you as if nothing had happened, what are you going to do?"
The journalist did not immediately reply. In the course of some eloquent remarks, as unexceptionable in morality as in diction, which I regret I have not s.p.a.ce to reproduce here, he, however, intimated that there was still an Unfettered Press, which "scintillated" and "shone" and "lashed"
and "stung" and "exposed" and "tore away the veil," and became at various times a Palladium and a Watchtower, and did and was a great many other remarkable things peculiar to an Unfettered Press in a pioneer community, when untrammelled by the enervating conditions of an effete civilisation.
"And what have they done with the murderer?" asked Mr. Raynor, repressing a slight yawn.