"I had been overworked that week, and was about sick, anyway. My nerves were out of order, and my sleep at night didn"t seem to rest me. The doctor had some scientific name for it, and I was taking medicine. And so, added to the rest, I went to bed at night with that money on my mind. Not that there was much need of being worried, for the safe was a good one, and n.o.body but Bob and I knew the combination. On Friday night there was about $6,500 in cash in the bag. On Sat.u.r.day morning I went to the office as usual. The safe was locked, and Bob was writing at his desk. I opened the safe, and the money was gone. I called Bob, and roused everybody in the court-house to announce the robbery. It struck me that Bob took it pretty quiet, considering how much it reflected upon both him and me.
"Two days went by and we never got a clew. It couldn"t have been burglars, for the safe had been opened by the combination in the proper way. People must have begun to talk, for one afternoon in comes Alice--that"s my wife--and the boy and girl, and Alice stamps her foot, and her eyes flash, and she cries out, "The lying wretches--Tom, Tom!" and I catch her in a faint, and bring her "round little by little, and she lays her head down and cries and cries for the first time since she took Tom Kingman"s name and fortunes. And Jack and Zilla--the youngsters--they were always wild as tiger cubs to rush at Bob and climb all over him whenever they were allowed to come to the court-house--they stood and kicked their little shoes, and herded together like scared partridges. They were having their first trip down into the shadows of life. Bob was working at his desk, and he got up and went out without a word. The grand jury was in session then, and the next morning Bob went before them and confessed that he stole the money. He said he lost it in a poker game. In fifteen minutes they had found a true bill and sent me the warrant to arrest the man with whom I"d been closer than a thousand brothers for many a year.
"I did it, and then I said to Bob, pointing: "There"s my house, and here"s my office, and up there"s Maine, and out that way is California, and over there is Florida--and that"s your range "til court meets. You"re in my charge, and I take the responsibility.
You be here when you"re wanted."
""Thanks, Tom," he said, kind of carelessly; "I was sort of hoping you wouldn"t lock me up. Court meets next Monday, so, if you don"t object, I"ll just loaf around the office until then. I"ve got one favour to ask, if it isn"t too much. If you"d let the kids come out in the yard once in a while and have a romp I"d like it."
""Why not?" I answered him. "They"re welcome, and so are you. And come to my house, the same as ever." You see, Mr. Nettlewick, you can"t make a friend of a thief, but neither can you make a thief of a friend, all at once."
The examiner made no answer. At that moment was heard the shrill whistle of a locomotive pulling into the depot. That was the train on the little, narrow-gauge road that struck into San Rosario from the south. The major c.o.c.ked his ear and listened for a moment, and looked at his watch. The narrow-gauge was in on time--10.35. The major continued:
"So Bob hung around the office, reading the papers and smoking. I put another deputy to work in his place, and after a while, the first excitement of the case wore off.
"One day when we were alone in the office Bob came over to where I was sitting. He was looking sort of grim and blue--the same look he used to get when he"d been up watching for Indians all night or herd-riding.
""Tom," says he, "it"s harder than standing off redskins; it"s harder than lying in the lava desert forty miles from water; but I"m going to stick it out to the end. You know that"s been my style. But if you"d tip me the smallest kind of a sign--if you"d just say, "Bob I understand," why, it would make it lots easier."
"I was surprised. "I don"t know what you mean, Bob," I said. "Of course, you know that I"d do anything under the sun to help you that I could. But you"ve got me guessing."
""All right, Tom," was all he said, and he went back to his newspaper and lit another cigar.
"It was the night before court met when I found out what he meant.
I went to bed that night with that same old, light-headed, nervous feeling come back upon me. I dropped off to sleep about midnight.
When I awoke I was standing half dressed in one of the court-house corridors. Bob was holding one of my arms, our family doctor the other, and Alice was shaking me and half crying. She had sent for the doctor without my knowing it, and when he came they had found me out of bed and missing, and had begun a search.
""Sleep-walking," said the doctor.
"All of us went back to the house, and the doctor told us some remarkable stories about the strange things people had done while in that condition. I was feeling rather chilly after my trip out, and, as my wife was out of the room at the time, I pulled open the door of an old wardrobe that stood in the room and dragged out a big quilt I had seen in there. With it tumbled out the bag of money for stealing which Bob was to be tried--and convicted--in the morning.
""How the jumping rattlesnakes did that get there?" I yelled, and all hands must have seen how surprised I was. Bob knew in a flash.
""You darned old snoozer," he said, with the old-time look on his face, "I saw you put it there. I watched you open the safe and take it out, and I followed you. I looked through the window and saw you hide it in that wardrobe."
""Then, you blankety-blank, flop-eared, sheep-headed coyote, what did you say you took it, for?"
""Because," said Bob, simply, "I didn"t know you were asleep."
"I saw him glance toward the door of the room where Jack and Zilla were, and I knew then what it meant to be a man"s friend from Bob"s point of view."
Major Tom paused, and again directed his glance out of the window.
He saw some one in the Stockmen"s National Bank reach and draw a yellow shade down the whole length of its plate-gla.s.s, big front window, although the position of the sun did not seem to warrant such a defensive movement against its rays.
Nettlewick sat up straight in his chair. He had listened patiently, but without consuming interest, to the major"s story. It had impressed him as irrelevant to the situation, and it could certainly have no effect upon the consequences. Those Western people, he thought, had an exaggerated sentimentality. They were not business-like. They needed to be protected from their friends.
Evidently the major had concluded. And what he had said amounted to nothing.
"May I ask," said the examiner, "if you have anything further to say that bears directly upon the question of those abstracted securities?"
"Abstracted securities, sir!" Major Tom turned suddenly in his chair, his blue eyes flashing upon the examiner. "What do you mean, sir?"
He drew from his coat pocket a batch of folded papers held together by a rubber band, tossed them into Nettlewick"s hands, and rose to his feet.
"You"ll find those securities there, sir, every stock, bond, and share of "em. I took them from the notes while you were counting the cash. Examine and compare them for yourself."
The major led the way back into the banking room. The examiner, astounded, perplexed, nettled, at sea, followed. He felt that he had been made the victim of something that was not exactly a hoax, but that left him in the shoes of one who had been played upon, used, and then discarded, without even an inkling of the game. Perhaps, also, his official position had been irreverently juggled with. But there was nothing he could take hold of. An official report of the matter would be an absurdity. And, somehow, he felt that he would never know anything more about the matter than he did then.
Frigidly, mechanically, Nettlewick examined the securities, found them to tally with the notes, gathered his black wallet, and rose to depart.
"I will say," he protested, turning the indignant glare of his gla.s.ses upon Major Kingman, "that your statements--your misleading statements, which you have not condescended to explain--do not appear to be quite the thing, regarded either as business or humour.
I do not understand such motives or actions."
Major Tom looked down at him serenely and not unkindly.
"Son," he said, "there are plenty of things in the chaparral, and on the prairies, and up the canyons that you don"t understand. But I want to thank you for listening to a garrulous old man"s prosy story. We old Texans love to talk about our adventures and our old comrades, and the home folks have long ago learned to run when we begin with "Once upon a time," so we have to spin our yarns to the stranger within our gates."
The major smiled, but the examiner only bowed coldly, and abruptly quitted the bank. They saw him travel diagonally across the street in a straight line and enter the Stockmen"s National Bank.
Major Tom sat down at his desk, and drew from his vest pocket the note Roy had given him. He had read it once, but hurriedly, and now, with something like a twinkle in his eyes, he read it again. These were the words he read:
DEAR TOM:
I hear there"s one of Uncle Sam"s grayhounds going through you, and that means that we"ll catch him inside of a couple of hours, maybe. Now, I want you to do something for me.
We"ve got just $2,200 in the bank, and the law requires that we have $20,000. I let Ross and Fisher have $18,000 late yesterday afternoon to buy up that Gibson bunch of cattle. They"ll realise $40,000 in less than thirty days on the transaction, but that won"t make my cash on hand look any prettier to that bank examiner. Now, I can"t show him those notes, for they"re just plain notes of hand without any security in sight, but you know very well that Pink Ross and Jim Fisher are two of the finest white men G.o.d ever made, and they"ll do the square thing. You remember Jim Fisher--he was the one who shot that faro dealer in El Paso. I wired Sam Bradshaw"s bank to send me $20,000, and it will get in on the narrow-gauge at 10.35. You can"t let a bank examiner in to count $2,200 and close your doors.
Tom, you hold that examiner. Hold him. Hold him if you have to rope him and sit on his head. Watch our front window after the narrow-gauge gets in, and when we"ve got the cash inside we"ll pull down the shade for a signal. Don"t turn him loose till then. I"m counting on you, Tom.
Your Old Pard, BOB BUCKLY, _Prest. Stockmen"s National_.
The major began to tear the note into small pieces and throw them into his waste basket. He gave a satisfied little chuckle as he did so.
"Confounded old reckless cowpuncher!" he growled, contentedly, "that pays him some on account for what he tried to do for me in the sheriff"s office twenty years ago."
XIII
THE FOURTH IN SALVADOR
On a summer"s day, while the city was rocking with the din and red uproar of patriotism, Billy Casparis told me this story.
In his way, Billy is Ulysses, Jr. Like Satan, he comes from going to and fro upon the earth and walking up and down in it. To-morrow morning while you are cracking your breakfast egg he may be off with his little alligator grip to boom a town site in the middle of Lake Okeechobee or to trade horses with the Patagonians.
We sat at a little, round table, and between us were gla.s.ses holding big lumps of ice, and above us leaned an artificial palm. And because our scene was set with the properties of the one they recalled to his mind, Billy was stirred to narrative.
"It reminds me," said he, "of a Fourth I helped to celebrate down in Salvador. "Twas while I was running an ice factory down there, after I unloaded that silver mine I had in Colorado. I had what they called a "conditional concession." They made me put up a thousand dollars cash forfeit that I would make ice continuously for six months. If I did that I could draw down my ante. If I failed to do so the government took the pot. So the inspectors kept dropping in, trying to catch me without the goods.