"Jim, a doctor"s place is where he"s needed."
"I left a twenty dollar gold piece in your medicine chest for the stuff I took."
"You go to h.e.l.l!" The Doctor pulled a handful of money from his pocket and threw a double eagle at Laramie. "There"s your gold piece."
"Belle, look at them fellows," exclaimed Sawdy moodily, "pockets loaded. I never had more than twenty dollars at one time in my life.
My mother told me to take care of the pennies and the dollars would take care of themselves. The blamed dollars wouldn"t do it. I took care of the pennies. I"ve got "em yet--that"s all I have got. Jim, I"ll match you for that gold piece."
"Gamblers never have a cent," commented Belle darkly.
"That gold piece," explained Laramie, "is not my money, Harry. It"s Carpy"s money and he"ll keep it if I have to make him swallow it."
"That"s not the question," declared Carpy. "Did you get what you wanted?" Laramie told him he did. "And by the great Jehosaphat,"
added the doctor, "you b.u.mped into Kate Doubleday!"
"What else did you expect?" retorted Laramie, not pleased at the recollection.
Carpy, throwing back his head, laughed well: "After Kate Doubleday told me she was going for the dressings herself, I says to myself, "There"ll be two people in my house tonight--a man and a woman--I hope to G.o.d they don"t meet.""
"Jim," intervened Belle, "you ought to get Abe Hawk to a hospital."
"He"s got to get him to one," affirmed Lefever. "I"ve seen that man,"
he added emphatically, "I know."
"How"s he going to do it," inquired Carpy, "without starting the fight all over again?"
Lefever stuck to his ground: "Get him down to Sleepy Cat in the night,"
he insisted.
"Can he ride?" asked Sawdy.
"He may have to have help," said Laramie.
"There"s a moon right now. They"d pick you off like rabbits," objected Sawdy, "and they"ve got that whole trail patroled to the Crazy Woman.
They"re watching this town like cats. You"ll have to waste a lot of ammunition to get Abe to a hospital."
"From all I hear," observed Carpy, "if Abe gets any more lead in him you won"t need to take him to the hospital. He"ll be ready to head straight for the undertaker"s."
"We"ve got to wait either for a late moon or a rainy night; then we"ll get busy," suggested Lefever.
"He might die while you"re waiting," interposed Carpy.
Lefever could not be subdued: "Not as quick as he"d die if Van Horn"s bunch caught sight of him on the road," he said sententiously. "We"ll get him down and he won"t die, either."
"Well, pay for your supper, boys, and let"s get away," said Carpy. "I want some sleep."
But for Lefever and Sawdy there was little sleep that night. The echoes of the "fatal" shot--almost fatal, as it proved, to the prestige of the enemy--were being discussed pretty much everywhere in Sleepy Cat and wherever men that night a.s.sembled in public places, Sawdy and Lefever swaggered in and out at least once. The pair looked wise, spoke obscurely, looked the crowd, large or small, over critically, played an occasional restrained and brief finger-tattoo on the b.u.t.ts of their bolstered guns and listened condescendingly to everyone that had a theory to advance, a reminiscence to offer, or a propitiating drink to suggest.
Wherever they could induce him to go, they dragged Laramie--at once as an exhibit and a defi; but Laramie objected to the thoroughness with which his companions essayed to cover the territory, and unfeelingly withdrew from the party to go to bed. Sawdy and Company, undismayed by the defection, continued to haunt the high places until the last sympathizer with Van Horn and Company had been challenged and bullied or silenced.
But the differing sympathies on the situation in Sleepy Cat were not to be adjusted in a single night, either by force or persuasion. The whole town took sides and the cattlemen found the most defenders. What might be designated, but with modesty, as "big business" in Sleepy Cat stood stubbornly, despite the violence of their methods, with Van Horn, Doubleday and their friends; the interest of such business lay with the men that bought the most supplies. The banks and the merchants were thus pretty much aligned on one side. The surgeon of the town professed neutrality--at least as regarded operations--for he was needed to administer to both factions. Harry Tenison, as dealer of the big game in town and owner of the big hotel, was of necessity neutral; though men like himself and Carpy were rightly suspected of leaning toward Laramie, if not even as far as toward Abe Hawk. The open sympathizers of the Falling Wall men were among trainmen, liverymen, the clerks, the barbers and bartenders, and those who could be usually counted as "agin the government."
Meantime, the element of mystery in the still unclosed tragedy of the upper country concerned the disappearance of Hawk; and this naturally centered about Laramie. None but he knew to a certainty the fate of the redoubtable old cowboy, so long a range favorite. And whenever Laramie appeared in town, speculation at once revived every feature of the situation, and Kate Doubleday when she came to Sleepy Cat, whether she would or not, could not escape the talk concerning the Falling Wall feud.
Loyalty to her own and the intense partizanship of her nature, combined to urge her to sympathize with the fight of the range owners against the Falling Wall men. But in this att.i.tude, Belle Shockley was a trial to Kate. Belle would not drag in the subject of the fight but she never avoided it; and Kate, even against her inclination, seemed impelled to speak of the subject with Belle. She instinctively felt that Belle"s sympathies were with the other side; and felt just as strongly in her impulsiveness, that Belle should be set right about rustlers and their friends--meaning always, by the latter, Jim Laramie.
Belle, stubborn but more contained, clung to her own views. Though she rarely talked back, the attempt to a.s.sa.s.sinate Laramie had intensified everyone"s feelings, and for days only a spark on that subject was needed to fire more than one Sleepy Cat powder magazine. One afternoon rain caught Kate in at Belle"s and kept her until almost dark from starting for home, and one magazine did explode.
The two women were sitting on the porch watching the shower. McAlpin on his way uptown from the barn, had stopped at Belle"s a moment for shelter.
"I"ll tell you, Kate," said Belle, after listening as patiently as she could to what Kate had to say about the Falling Wall fight and its consequences, "I like you. I can"t help liking you. But the only reason you talk the way you do is because you haven"t lived in this country long. You don"t know this country--you don"t know the people."
McAlpin nodded strongly: "That"s so, that"s true."
"I, at least, know common honesty, I hope."
"But you don"t know anything at all of what you are talking about,"
insisted Belle, "and if you think I"m ever going to agree with you that it was right for Van Horn and your father and their friends to take a bunch of Texas men up into the Falling Wall and shoot and burn men because they"re rustlers, you"re very much mistaken. And I can tell you the people of this country won"t agree with you either, no matter what some folks in this town may say to tickle your ears."
"Do you mean to say you stand up for thieves, too?" asked Kate, hotly.
McAlpin looked apprehensively out at the clouds. Belle twitched her shoulders: "You needn"t be so high and mighty about it," she retorted.
"No, I don"t. And I don"t stand up for burning men alive because they brand mavericks. You talk very fierce--like everybody up your way.
But if Abe Hawk or Jim Laramie walked in here this minute, you wouldn"t agree to have them shot down. And don"t you forget it, Jim Laramie doesn"t claim a hoof of anybody"s cattle but his own."
Kate would not back down: "Why do they call him king of the rustlers?"
she demanded.
"King of the rustlers, nothing," echoed Belle in disgust. "That"s barroom talk. No decent man ever accused him of branding so much as a horse hair that didn"t belong to him."
"And his reputation is, he"s not very slow when it comes to shooting, either," declared Kate.
McAlpin thought it a time for oil on the waters! "You"ve got to make allowances," he urged with dignity. "Ten years ago--less"n that, even--they was all pretty quick on the trigger in this country. Jim was a kid "n" he had to travel with the bunch."
"And he was quicker "n any of them," interposed Belle, defiantly, "wasn"t he, Mac?"
McAlpin was for moderation and better feeling:
"Well," he admitted gravely, "full as quick, I guess."
"It seems to me," observed Kate, still resentful, "as if men here are pretty quick yet."
"Oh, no," interposed McAlpin at once; "oh, no, not special now"days.
More talk"n there used to be--heap more."
"Bring over my pony, Mr. McAlpin, will you?" asked Kate, very much irritated.
McAlpin looked surprised: "You wouldn"t be ridin" home tonight?"
"Yes," replied Kate, sharply, "I would."