The bar in Milligan"s was not nearly so pretentious an affair as the bar in Lebrun"s, but it was of a far higher cla.s.s. Milligan had even managed to bring in a few bottles of wine, and he had dispensed cheap claret at two dollars a gla.s.s when the miners wished to celebrate a rare occasion.
There were complaints, not of the taste, but of the lack of strength. So Milligan fortified his liquor with pure alcohol and after that the claret went like a sweet song in The Corner. Among other things, he sold mint juleps; and it was the memory of the big sign proclaiming this fact that furnished Donnegan with his idea.
He had George Washington Green put on his town clothes--a riding suit in which G.o.dwin had had him dress for the sake of formal occasions.
Resplendent in black boots, yellow riding breeches, and blue silk shirt, the big man came before Donnegan for instructions.
"Go down to Milligan"s," said the master. "They don"t allow colored people to enter the door, but you go to the door and start for the bar.
They won"t let you go very far. When they stop you, tell them you come from Donnegan and that you have to get me some mint for a julep.
Insist. The bouncer will start to throw you out."
George showed his teeth.
"No fighting back. Don"t lift your hand. When you find that you can"t get in, come back here. Now, ride."
So George mounted the horse and went. Straight to Milligan"s he rode and dismounted; and half of The Corner"s scant daytime population came into the street to see the brilliant horseman pa.s.s.
Scar-faced Lewis met the big man at the door. And size meant little to Andy, except an easier target.
"Well, confound my soul," said Lewis, blocking the way. "A Negro in Milligan"s? Get out!"
Big George did not move.
"I been sent, mister," he said mildly. "I been sent for enough mint to make a julep."
"You been sent to the wrong place," declared Andy, hitching at his cartridge belt. "Ain"t you seen that sign?"
And he pointed to the one which eliminated colored patrons.
"Signs don"t mean nothin" to my boss," said George.
"Who"s he?"
"Donnegan."
"And who"s Donnegan?"
It puzzled George. He scratched his head in bewilderment seeking for an explanation. "Donnegan is--Donnegan," he explained.
"I heard Gloster talk about him," offered someone in the rapidly growing group. "He"s the gent that rented the two places on the hill."
"Tell him to come himse"f," said Andy Lewis. "We don"t play no favorites at Milligan"s."
"Mister," said big George, "I don"t want to bring no trouble on this heah place, but--don"t make me go back and bring Donnegan."
Even Andy Lewis was staggered by this a.s.surance.
"Rules is rules," he finally decided. "And out you go."
Big George stepped from the doorway and mounted his horse.
"I call on all you gen"lemen," he said to the a.s.sembled group, "to say that I done tried my best to do this peaceable. It ain"t me that"s sent for Donnegan; it"s him!"
He rode away, leaving Scar-faced Lewis biting his long mustaches in anxiety. He was not exactly afraid, but he waited in the suspense which comes before a battle. Moreover, an audience was gathering. The word went about as only a rumor of mischief can travel. New men had gathered.
The few day gamblers tumbled out of Lebrun"s across the street to watch the fun. The storekeepers were in their doors. Lebrun himself, withered and dark and yellow of eye, came to watch. And here and there through the crowd there was a spot of color where the women of the town appeared. And among others, Nelly Lebrun with Jack Landis beside her. On the whole it was not a large crowd, but what it lacked in size it made up in intense interest.
For though The Corner had had its share of troubles of fist and gun, most of them were entirely impromptu affairs. Here was a fight in the offing for which the stage was set, the actors set in full view of a conveniently posted audience, and all the suspense of a curtain rising.
The waiting bore in upon Andy Lewis. Without a doubt he intended to kill his man neatly and with dispatch, but the possibility of missing before such a crowd as this sent a chill up and down his spine. If he failed now his name would be a sign for laughter ever after in The Corner.
A hum pa.s.sed down the street; it rose to a chuckle, and then fell away to sudden silence, for Donnegan was coming.
He came on a prancing chestnut horse which sidled uneasily on a weaving course, as though it wished to show off for the benefit of the rider and the crowd at once. It was a hot afternoon and Donnegan"s linen riding suit shone an immaculate white. He came straight down the street, as unaware of the audience which awaited him as though he rode in a park where crowds were the common thing. Behind him came George Green, just a careful length back. Rumor went before the two with a whisper on either side.
"That"s Donnegan. There he comes!"
"Who"s Donnegan?"
"Gloster"s man. The one who bluffed out Gloster and three others."
"He pulled his shooting iron and trimmed the whiskers of one of "em with a chunk of lead."
"D"you mean that?"
"What"s that kind of a gent doing in The Corner?"
"Come to buy, I guess. He looks like money."
"Looks like a confounded dude."
"We"ll see his hand in a minute."
Donnegan was now opposite the dance hall, and Andy Lewis had his hand touching the b.u.t.t of his gun, but though Donnegan was looking straight at him, he kept his reins in one hand and his heavy riding crop in the other. And without a move toward his own gun, he rode straight up to the door of the dance hall, with Andy in front of it. George drew rein behind him and turned upon the crowd one broad, superior grin.
As who should say: "I promised you lightning; now watch it strike!"
If the crowd had been expectant before, it was now reduced to wire-drawn tenseness.
"Are you the fellow who turned back my man?" asked Donnegan.
His quiet voice fell coldly upon the soul of Andy. He strove to warm himself by an outbreak of temper.
"They ain"t any poor fool dude can call me a fellow!" he shouted.
The crowd blinked; but when it opened its eyes the gunplay had not occurred. The hand of Andy was relaxing from the b.u.t.t of his gun and an expression of astonishment and contempt was growing upon his face.
"I haven"t come to curse you," said the rider, still occupying his hands with crop and reins. "I"ve come to ask you a question and get an answer.
Are you the fellow who turned back my man?"
"I guess you ain"t the kind I was expectin" to call on me," drawled Andy, his fear gone, and he winked at the crowd. But the others were not yet ready to laugh. Something about the calm face of Donnegan had impressed them. "Sure, I"m the one that kicked him out. He ain"t allowed in there."