He wet his lips, and didn"t speak very loud nor steady, but he says: "You lead."
"Well, hooray, Boston!" says I. "Beans is good food. Now don"t take it too serious till you have to. Perhaps there ain"t more"n a laugh in it. But--it"s like smooth ice. How deep she is, you know when she cracks, or don"t. Be as easy as you can when we get up to "em.
Nothing gained by bulling the ring. We must be prepared to look pleasant and act very different. Turn your back and see that your toy pistol is working."
Well, poor Burton! Wisht you seen him fumble his gun.
"I can"t _see_ the thing," says he, kind of sniffling. "I"d give something to be a man."
"You"ll do for an imitation," I says. "Remember, I was born with red hair; comes trouble, this hair of mine sheds a red light over the landscape; I get happy-crazy; it"s summer, and I can smell the flowers; there"s music a long ways off--why, I could sing this minute, but there"s no use in making matters worse. Honest, trouble makes me just drunk enough to be limber and--talk too much. Come on."
We single-footed it down the hillside. The party stopped and drawed together, four men quietly making a rank in front. That crowd had walked barefoot.
We come to twenty yards of "em in silence; then a tall lad swung out towards us.
"How, Kola!" says I, wavin" my hand pleasant.
"How do you do!" says he, as if it wouldn"t break his heart, no matter what the answer was.
"Why, nicely, thank you to h.e.l.l," says I. "What"s doin"? Horse race?"
"Probably," says he; then kind of yawning: "We"re not expectin" company this morning."
"Well," I answered, "it"s the unexpected always happens, except the exceptions. You talk like a man that"s got something on his mind."
Don"t think I"d lost my wits and was pickin" a row to no advantage.
I"ll admit the gent riled me some, but the point I had in view was what old Judge Hinky used to call "shifting the issue." I wanted to make one stab at just one man--not the whole party--on grounds that the rest of the crowd, who was plainly all good two-handed punchers, would see was perfectly fair. And I intended to land that stab so"s they"d see I was no trifler. It was my bad luck that not a soul in the crowd knew me--even by reputation, or my hair would have made it easy for me. So I put a little ginger in the tone of my voice.
"My friend," says the tall lad, "I wouldn"t advise you to get gay with us. I would advise you to move right on--or I"ll move you."
He played to me, you see. If he"d said, "_We_"ll move you," I"d had to chaw with him some more. Now I had him. Right under the harmless bundle of old clothes dangling from the saddle horn was the gun I"d borrowed from Ike--Mary Ann"s twin sister, full of cartridges loaded by Ike himself--no miss-fire government issue. The next second that gun had its cold, hard eye upon Long Jim in front of me.
Whilst my hands seemed carelessly crossed on the horn, my right was really closed on the gun.
"I like to see a man back his advice," says I. "It"s your move. Don"t any other gentleman get restless with his hands, or I"ll make our Christian brother into a collection of holes. Now, you ill-mannered brute," I says, "I don"t care what your business is: it"s my business to see that you give me civil answers to civil questions."
He shrunk some. He was too durned important, anyhow, that feller.
"Quick!" says I. "Lord of the Mormon hosts! Do you think I"m going to yappee with you all day? Nice morning, ain"t it? Say "yes.""
"Yes," says he.
"I thought so," says I. "It"s a raw deal when a man that"s sat a horse as long as me can"t say howdy on the open, without havin" a pup like you bark at him."
"Why," says he, feelin" distressed, "I didn"t mean to make no bad play at you." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder towards the prisoner, who sat like a white stone. "That"s it. Misplaced horse. Got him with the goods."
"Oh!" says I. "Well, "twouldn"t have done no harm to mention that first place. I wasn"t noticing you particular, till you got too much alive for any man of my size to stand." I dropped my gun. "Excuse haste and a bad pen," says I; "but why don"t I draw cards? Both parents were light complected and I"ve voted several times. How is it, boys?"
"Sure!" says they. "Take a stack, brick-top."
"Gentlemen," I says; "one word more and I am done. The question as to whether my hair is any particular colour or not, is discussed in private, by familiar friends only--savvy the burro, how he kickee with hees hin" leg?"
They laughed.
"All right, Colonel!" says they. "Come with us!"
I had that crowd. You see, they was all under twenty-five, and if there"s anything a young man likes--a good, hearty boy--it"s to see a brisk play pushed home. I"d called "em down so their spinal columns shortened, and gagging about my hair, and the style I put on in general, caught their eye. And their own laughing and easiness wasn"t so durned abandoned, as Charley Halleck used to say. There was a streak of not liking the job, and everything a little "put on," evident to the practised vision.
I"d gained two points. Made myself pretty solid with the boys, for one, and give "em something besides hanging their fellow-man to think of for another: distracted their attention, which you got to do with children.
"I speak for my friend," says I, pointing to Burton.
"We hear you talk, Colonel," says the joker. "He"s with us." So we trotted on towards the cotton-woods.
The line of work was marked out for me. I put on a grim look and sized the prisoner up from time to time as though he was nothing but an obstruction to my sight, although the face of the poor devil bit my heart. He glanced neither way, mouth set, face green-white, the slow sweat gla.s.sy all over him. Not a bad man, by a mile, I knew. It don"t take me a week to size a man up, and I"ve seen "em in so many conditions, red and pale, sick, dead, and well, that outside symptoms don"t count for much.
I noticed another thing, that I expected. Out of the corner of my eye I see them boys nudgin" each other and talkin" about me. And the more I rode along so quiet, the more scart of me they got.
I tell you how I"d test a brave man. I"d line the compet.i.tors up, and then spring a fright behind them. Last man to cross the mark is the bravest man--still, he might only be the poorest runner. With fellers like me, it ain"t courage at all. It"s lunacy. I ain"t in my right mind when a sharp turn comes. Why, I"ve gone cold a year after, thinking of things I laughed my way through when they happened. But I"m not quarrelling with fate--I thank the good Lord I"m built as I am, and don"t feel scornful of a man that keeps his sense and acts scart and reasonable.
In one way, poor old Burton, lugging himself into the game by the scruff of his pants, showed more real man than I did. Yet, he couldn"t accomplish anything; so there you are, if you know where that is.
I said nothing until we slid off beneath the first tree. Then I walked up to the three leaders and says, whilst the rest gathered around and listened:
"Has this critter been tried?"
"Why, no!" says one man. "We caught him on the horse."
"Yes, yes, yes," says I, raising my voice. "That"s all right. But lend me your ears till I bray a thought or two. I"m that kind of a man that wouldn"t string the meanest mistake the devil ever made without givin" him a trial."
"You give me a lot of trial this morning," says Long Jim.
I wasn"t bringing up any argument; I was pulling them along with a mother"s kind but firm hand, so I says to him: "Ah! I wasn"t talking about _gentlemen_; I"d shoot a gentleman if he did or didn"t look cross-eyed at me, just as I happened to feel. I"m talking about a man that"s suspected of dirty work."
Now, when a man that"s held you stiff at the end of a gun calls you a gentleman, you don"t get very mad--just please remember my audience, when I tell you what I talked. Boys is boys, at any age; otherwise there wouldn"t be no Knights Templars with tin swords nor a good many other things. I spoke grand, but they had it chalked down in their little books I was ready and willing to act grander. Had I struck any one or all of "em, on the range, thinking of nothing special, and Fourth-o"-July"d to "em like that, they would have give me the hee-hee.
Howsomever, they was at present engaged in tryin" to hang a man; a job one-half of which they didn"t like, and would dispose of the balance cheap, for cash. And I"d run over their little attempt to be pompous like a "Gul engine. Position is everything, you bet your neck.
So up speaks Mr. Long Jim, that I"ve called a gentleman, loud and clear.
"You"re _right_," says he, and bangs his fist into his other hand.
"You"re dead right, old horse," says he; "and we"ll try this son-of-a-gun now and here."
"Sure!" says everybody, which didn"t surprise me so much. I told you I was used to handling sheep.
After a little talk with his friend, Long Jim comes up and says: "Will you preside, Colonel?"
"I have a friend here who is a lawyer," I suggested, waving my hand toward Burton.
The speaker rubbed his chin.