"Remember," I says, "that I died admitting you were right." Darn it, I was risking my own hide. But Pede had the truth of it. I oughtn"t to have done it. So I grabbed the pail and went out.
I was considerable shot at, but not by the wounded men.
The first lad was a shock-headed half-Injun, with a face to scare a mule. He was blue-black from loss of blood. "Drink, pretty creature, drink," says I. He grabbed the pail and proceeded to surround the contents. "Whoa, there!" says I, "there are others!" I had to yank the pail away from him. He looked at me with his fevered eyes, and held out his big, gray, quivering hands--"For the love of G.o.d, Senor, _poquito--poquito_!"
"No more for you," I said, and he slumped back, his jaw shaking. It was a waste of water, really; he"d been bored plumb center. So I went the rounds, having to fight "em away as if they was wolves. Lord! how they wanted that water!
When I got to next to the last man, some better marksmen up the road shot my hat off. That riled me. It would make anybody mad. I stopped on the spot and expressed my sentiments.
"You"re a nice lot of rosy-cheeked gentlemen, you are," says I. "You d.a.m.ned greasy, smelly, flat-footed mix of bad Injun and bad white! If I could get hands on one of you, I"d shred him so fine he"d float on the breeze. Now, you sons of calamity, you shoot at me once more, and I"ll call on you!"
I was ready to go right up. I waited a minute, but no more shots came.
"All right," says I. "_Sin verguenza!_" and more I won"t repeat. The Spaniard has nice ideas about a good many things, but he cusses by the hog-pen. So I told "em what I could remember that was disrespectful, fed the last man his water, and returned. I stopped to look at my first man.
He"d pa.s.sed on. Well, I wasn"t sorry he"d had a drink.
"Ha-ha, Pede!" says I when I got back, "I fooled you!"
"By one eench!" says he, looking at my hat.
"Inch is as good as a mile, and that cussed noise is stopped for a while, anyhow."
A stone rattled back of us.
"Look to the doors, quick!" says Pedro.
We hopped to our places.
"Many coming down the hill!" says Gonzales.
It wasn"t that I had scared or impressed my friends by my oration that they hadn"t shot further; no, they simply took advantage of the opportunity to work a sneak on us from behind. I call that low-down.
Howsomever, it didn"t matter what I called it. They were at our back door, knocking hard.
Skipping gaily from tree to rock, they was full as well sheltered as we.
Worst of all, when the store was built, the stones from the cellar had been placed in a row behind--not fifteen feet from the back door. There was no way under heaven we could keep them from lining up behind that stone wall, and hitting us all in a lump when they got ready.
We shut and barricaded the front door. That side of the store must take care of itself. We simply had to put all hands to meet the rush.
In a few minutes, stones, clubs, and a few shots fell on the front of the store, to draw us--this was the other lads, not the soldiers.
Gonzales made a quick move, fired half a dozen shots in that direction, and then came back.
A white handkerchief on a stick waved behind the wall.
"We wish to talk!" said a voice.
"Talk later, we"re busy now!" says Pedro.
"We shall spare your lives, if you yield the store. We only wish to destroy this because it belongs to Holton, who supports the iniquitous, the government that now is. On our word of honor, you shall live, if you yield the store."
"Well," whispered Pedro to us, "what do you say?"
"Tell him the fortune-teller fooled him," says I.
"Tell him to go to h.e.l.l," says Gonzales.
"It is a trick," says the other man.
"So think I," says Pedro. He called aloud: "We are large healthy men. To make us live is necessary we have more than your word of honor--do not play further, cowards that you are! The store you may have when we give it to you. We will kill you all--all!"
All four of us yelled and hooted at "em. We were strung tight now.
Thirty-odd men ready to climb at you, fifteen feet away, thirty or forty more all ready to whack at you from behind, takes the slack out.
There was just one second of hush, and then h.e.l.l bu"st her b"iler. Lord!
Lord! Of all the banging and yelling and smashing you ever did hear!
Noise enough for Gettysburg. They come at us from all around. We scrambled like monkeys, shooting; jumping elsewhere; shooting again--zip, zip, zip--fast as you could clap your hands. They bored in so they could hammer on the door. I was helping there until I heard a crash from my window, and saw a head coming in. I caved that head with my rifle-barrel and fired into a swarm over the remains. They fired right back again; lead sung like a bees" nest. Flame and smoke spurted out all over. You couldn"t see any more in the store. I snapped at the crowd until I found there was no results, my magazine being empty; and, there scarcely being time to load, I poked "em with the muzzle. In the middle of this razzle-dazzle come another crash and a flood of light. I saw the front door down; men tumbling through the opening.
I screeched to the other boys, grabbed cans of tomatoes, and pasted the heap. It sounds like a funny weapon, but I want you to understand that when an arm like mine heaves a quart can of tomatoes at you, some little time will pa.s.s before you see the joke. I hit one man under the nose and lifted him three feet.
I followed this up with a box in one lump, clubbed my rifle, and lit into "em. It was then that one of our boys shot me in the leg by mistake. You couldn"t tell what you were doing. It was all a mess of noise and lunacy. The leg-shot brought me to my knees and the gang atop.
I worked lively before I was free. Somehow I got a knife--I"ll never tell for sure how, nor when. But at last I was loose with a crowd in front looking at me and calling for guns.
"Beel, Beel! Help!" called Pedro. How was I to help? The moment I turned my back that outfit would swarm in.
It was all over. I heard Gonzales curse above all the other noises. And then, as I stood there, sick, knowing I must drop in a minute, I saw a change on the faces in front of me. Things were swimming considerable and I smiled at my own foolishness. I must have lost sight for a second, for when I saw again, the crowd was leaving, tight as they could pelt.
As I gracefully put my ear in a spittoon, I heard a tremendous firing, and the next minute, through the doorway, beheld the soles of barefooted soldiers" feet.
Somebody shook me by the shoulders. I came out of dreamland long enough to see Pedro with the tears running down his face. "Beel!" he screamed; "Beel! by the mercy of G.o.d, it is Senor Holton with men!"
Then his voice changed. "What ees eet? You are hurt, no?"
"No," says I. "I just wanted to listen to the spittoon."
I reckon that joke was too much for me, in my condition. It takes a strong man to stand the wear of things like that. Anyhow, my next appearance in active life found me all bandaged up neat as a Sailors"
Home, and a very nice-looking gentleman holding my wrist with one hand, with a gla.s.s of truck to throw into me in the other, and Jim was swearing a prayer to the doctor not to let me go.
"Oh, I wasn"t thinking of going anywhere," says I, to relieve his mind.
"What are you laughing at? I wasn"t."
"That"s right, Bill," says Jim, taking my hand. "Just stay right here."
The doctor fed me something that I felt clear down to my toes, still keeping his hand on the wrist.
"Good!" says he. "The effect of shock is over--it"s only the lost blood now--he must have lost a gallon, from his appearance."
"Durn careless of me," says I, still hazy. "But what in thunder am I doing here? What"s all this about?"
"Lie down, Bill," says Jim. "You have three knife-cuts and four bullet-holes in you."