"Sure! Depends on how he feels, of course."
Berkeley Fresno, in the corner, snickered audibly, at which the trainer scowled at him.
"Think he can"t do it, eh? Well, he"s there four ways from the ace."
Seeing no evidence that his statement failed to carry conviction in other quarters at least, Gla.s.s went further. It was so easy to string these simple-minded people that he could not resist the temptation. "Didn"t you never hear about the killin" he made at Saratoga?" he queried.
Willie started, and his hand crept slowly backward along his belt. "Killin"! Is that his game?"
"Now, get me right," explained the former speaker. "He breaks trainin", and goes up to Saratoga for a little rest. While he"s there he wins eight thousand dollars playin" diabolo."
"Playin" what?" queried Stover.
"Diabolo! He backs himself, of course."
Gla.s.s took an imaginary spool from his pocket, spun it by means of an imaginary string, then sent it aloft and pretended to catch it dexterously. The cowboys watched him with grave, uncomprehending eyes.
"He starts with a case five and runs it up to eight thousand dollars, that"s all."
Stover uttered an exclamation of astonishment, whereupon the New- Yorker grew even bolder.
"The next week he hops over to Bar Harbor and wins the Furturity Ping-pong stakes from scratch. That"s worth twenty thousand if it"s worth a lead nickel. Oh, I guess he"s there, all right!" He searched out a match and relighted his pipe.
"I suppose he"s a great croquet-player too," observed Fresno, whose face was purple.
"Sure!" Gla.s.s winked at him, glad to see that the Californian enjoyed this kind of sport.
"We don"t care nothin" about his skill at sleight-of-hand tricks," said the man in spectacles, seriously. "And we wouldn"t hold his croquet habits agin him. Some men drink, some gamble, some do worse; every man has his weakness, and croquet may be his. What we want to know is this: can he win our phonograph?"
"Surest thing you know!"
"Then you vouch for him, do you?" Willie"s eyes were bent upon the fat man with a look of searching gravity that warned Gla.s.s not to temporize.
"With my life!" exclaimed the trainer.
"You"re on!" said the cowboy, with unexpected grimness.
"What d"you mean?"
But before the other could explain, Berkeley Fresno, who had sunk weakly into a chair at Larry"s extravagant praise of his rival, afforded a diversion. The tenor had leaned back, convulsed with enjoyment when, losing his balance, he came to the floor with a crash. The sudden sound brought a terrifying result, for with a startled cry the undersized cow-man leaped as if touched by a living flame. Like a flash of light he whirled and poised on his toes, his long, evil-looking revolver drawn and c.o.c.ked, his tense face vulturelike and fierce. His eyes glared through his spectacles, his livid features worked as if at the sound of his own death-call. His whole frame was tense; a galvanic current had transformed him. His weapon darted toward the spot whence the noise had come, and he would have fired blindly had not Stover yelled:
"Don"t shoot!"
Willie paused, and the breath crept audibly into his lungs.
"Who done that?" he asked, harshly.
Still Bill brought his lanky frame up above the level of the table.
"G.o.d "lmighty! don"t be so sudden, Willie!" he cried. "It was a accident."
But the gun man seemed unconvinced. With cat-like tread he stole cautiously to the door, and stared out into the sunlight; then, seeing n.o.body in sight, he replaced his weapon in its resting- place and sighed with relief.
"I thought it was the marshal from Waco," he said. "He"ll never git me alive."
Stover addressed himself to Fresno, who had gone pale, and was still prostrate where he had fallen.
"Get up, Mr. Berkeley, but don"t make no more moves like that behind a man"s back. He most got you."
Fresno arose in a daze and mopped his brow, murmuring, weakly, "I-I didn"t mean to."
Carara and Mr. Cloudy came out from cover whither they had fled at Willie"s first movement. "I dreamed about that feller agin last night," apologized the little man. "I"m sort of nervous, and any sudden noise sets me off."
As for Gla.s.s, that corpulent individual had disappeared as if into thin air; only a stir in one of the bunks betrayed his hiding-place. At the first sight of Willie"s revolver he had dived for a refuge and was now flattened against the wall, a pillow pressed over his head to deaden the expected report.
"Hey!" called the foreman, but Gla.s.s did not hear him.
"Seems to be gun-shy," observed Willie, gently.
Stover crossed to the bunk and laid a hand upon the occupant, at which a convulsion ran through the trainer"s soft body, and it became as rigid as if locked in death. "Come out, Mr. Gla.s.s, it"s all over."
Larry muttered in a stifled voice, "Go "way!"
"It was a mistake."
He opened his tight-shut lids, rolled over, and thrust forth a round, pallid face. He saw Stover laughing, and beheld the white teeth of Carara, the Mexican, who said:
"Perhaps the Senor is sleepy!"
Finding himself the object of what seemed to him a particularly senseless joke, the New-Yorker crept forth, his face suffused with anger. Strangely enough, he still retained the pipe in his fingers.
"Say, are youse guys tryin" to kid me?" he demanded, roughly. Now that no firearm was in sight, he was master of himself again; and seeing the cause of his undignified alarm leaning against the table, he stepped toward him threateningly. "If you try that again, young feller, I"ll chip you on the jaw, and give you a long, dreamy nap." He thrust a short, square fist under Willie"s nose.
That scholarly gentleman straightened up, and edged his way to one side, Gla.s.s following aggressively.
"You"re a husky, ain"t you?" said the little man, squinting up at the red face above him. "Am I?" Gla.s.s snorted. "Take a good look!" With deliberate menace he b.u.mped violently into the other.
It was with difficulty he could restrain himself from crushing him.
Stover gasped and retreated, while Carara crossed himself, then sidled back of a bunk. Mr. Cloudy stepped silently out through the open door and held his thumbs.
"You start to kid me and I"ll wallop you--"
"_One moment!_" Willie was transfigured suddenly. An instant since he had been a stoop-shouldered, short-sighted, insignificant person, more gentle mannered than a child, but in a flash he became a palpitating fury: an evil atom surcharged with such terrific venom that his antagonist drew back involuntarily.
"Don"t you make no threat"nin" moves in my direction, or you"ll go East in an ice-bath!" He was panting as if the effort to hold himself in leash was almost more than he could stand.
"G"wan!" said Gla.s.s, thickly.
"You"re deluded with the idea that the Const.i.tution made all men equal, but it didn"t; it was Mr. Colt." With a movement quicker than light the speaker drew his gun for the second time, and buried half the barrel in the New-Yorker"s ribs.