"Wal," said he, shifting his tobacco from one sallow cheek to the other, "I reckon he and his boys rud out just afore you come in. Mark me," he added, "when I tell ye there"ll be trouble yet. Tipton and Martin and the Caroliny folks is burnin" mad with Chucky Jack for the murder of Corn Ta.s.sel and other peaceful chiefs. But Jack hez a wild lot with him,--some of the Nollichucky Cave traders, and there"s one young lad that looks like he was a gentleman once. I reckon Jack himself wouldn"t like to get into a fight with him. He"s a wild one. Great Goliah," he exclaimed, running to the door, "ef thar ain"t a-goin" to be another fight! Never seed sech a day in Jonesboro."
I likewise ran to the door, and this fight interested me. There was a great, black-bearded mountaineer-farmer-desperado in the midst of a circle, pouring out a torrent of abuse at a tall young man.
"That thar"s Hump Gibson," said the landlord, genially pointing out the black-bearded ruffian, "and the young lawyer feller hez git a jedgment ag"in him. He"s got s.p.u.n.k, but I reckon Hump"ll t"ar the innards out"n him ef he stands thar a great while."
"Ye"ll git jedgment ag"in me, ye Caroliny splinter, will ye?" yelled Mr.
Gibson, with an oath. "I"ll pay Bill Wilder the skins when I git ready, and all the pinhook lawyers in Washington County won"t budge me a mite."
"You"ll pay Bill Wilder or go to jail, by the eternal," cried the young man, quite as angrily, whereupon I looked upon him with a mixture of admiration and commiseration, with a gulping certainty in my throat that I was about to see murder done. He was a strange young man, with the rare marked look that would compel even a poor memory to pick him out again. For example, he was very tall and very slim, with red hair blown every which way over a high and towering forehead that seemed as long as the face under it. The face, too, was long, and all freckled by the weather. The blue eyes held me in wonder, and these blazed with such prodigious wrath that, if a look could have killed, Hump Gibson would have been stricken on the spot. Mr. Gibson was, however, very much alive.
"Skin out o" here afore I kill ye," he shouted, and he charged at the slim young man like a buffalo, while the crowd held its breath. I, who had looked upon cruel sights in my day, was turning away with a kind of sickening when I saw the slim young man dodge the rush. He did more.
With two strides of his long legs he reached the fence, ripped off the topmost rail, and his huge antagonist, having changed his direction and coming at him with a bellow, was met with the point of a scantling in the pit of his stomach, and Mr. Gibson fell heavily to the ground. It had all happened in a twinkling, and there was a moment"s lull while the minds of the onlookers needed readjustment, and then they gave vent to ecstasies of delight.
"Great Goliah!" cried the landlord, breathlessly, "he shet him up jest like a jack-knife."
Awe-struck, I looked at the tall young man, and he was the very essence of wrath. Unmindful of the plaudits, he stood brandishing the fence-rail over the great, writhing figure on the ground. And he was s...o...b..ring. I recall that this fact gave a twinge to something in my memory.
"Come on, Hump Gibson," he cried, "come on!"--at which the crowd went wild with pure joy. Witticisms flew.
"Thought ye was goin" to eat "im up, Hump?" said a friend.
"Ye ain"t hed yer meal yet, Hump," reminded another.
Mr. Hump Gibson arose slowly out of the dust, yet he did not stand straight.
"Come on, come on!" cried the young lawyer-fellow, and he thrust the point of the rail within a foot of Mr. Gibson"s stomach.
"Come on, Hump!" howled the crowd, but Mr. Gibson stood irresolute. He lacked the supreme test of courage which was demanded on this occasion.
Then he turned and walked away very slowly, as though his pace might mitigate in some degree the shame of his retreat. The young man flung away the fence-rail, and, thrusting aside the overzealous among his admirers, he strode past me into the tavern, his anger still hot.
"Hooray fer Jackson!" they shouted. "Hooray fer Andy Jackson!"
Andy Jackson! Then I knew. Then I remembered a slim, wild, sandy-haired boy digging his toes in the red mud long ago at the Waxhaws Settlement.
And I recalled with a smile my own fierce struggle at the schoolhouse with the same boy, and how his s...o...b..ring had been my salvation. I turned and went in after him with the landlord, who was rubbing his hands with glee.
"I reckon Hump won"t come crowin" round heah any more co"t days, Mr.
Jackson," said our host.
But Mr. Jackson swept the room with his eyes and then glared at the landlord so that he gave back.
"Where"s my man?" he demanded.
"Your man, Mr. Jackson?" stammered the host.
"Great Jehovah!" cried Mr. Jackson, "I believe he"s afraid to race. He had a horse that could show heels to my Nancy, did he? And he"s gone, you say?"
A light seemed to dawn on the landlord"s countenance.
"G.o.d bless ye, Mr. Jackson!" he cried, "ye don"t mean that young daredevil that was with Sevier?"
"With Sevier?" says Jackson.
"Ay," says the landlord; "he"s been a-fightin with Sevier all summer, and I reckon he ain"t afeard of nothin" any more than you. Wait--his name was Temple--Nick Temple, they called him."
"Nick Temple!" I cried, starting forward.
"Where"s he gone?" said Mr. Jackson. "He was going to bet me a six-forty he has at Nashboro that his horse could beat mine on the Greasy Cove track. Where"s he gone?"
"Gone!" said the landlord, apologetically, "Nollichucky Jack and his boys left town an hour ago."
"Is he a man of honor or isn"t he?" said Mr. Jackson, fiercely.
"Lord, sir, I only seen him once, but I"d stake my oath on it.
"Do you mean to say Mr. Temple has been here--Nicholas Temple?" I said.
The bewildered landlord turned towards me helplessly.
"Who the devil are you, sir?" cried Mr. Jackson.
"Tell me what this Mr. Temple was like," said I.
The landlord"s face lighted up.
"Faith, a thoroughbred hoss," says he; "sech nostrils, and sech a gray eye with the devil in it fer go--yellow ha"r, and ez tall ez Mr. Jackson heah."
"And you say he"s gone off again with Sevier?"
"They rud into town" (he lowered his voice, for the room was filling), "snapped their fingers at Tipton and his warrant, and rud out ag"in. My G.o.d, but that was like Nollichucky Jack. Say, stranger, when your Mr.
Temple smiled--"
"He is the man!" I cried; "tell me where to find him."
Mr. Jackson, who had been divided between astonishment and impatience and anger, burst out again.
"What the devil do you mean by interfering with my business, sir?"
"Because it is my business too," I answered, quite as testily; "my claim on Mr. Temple is greater than yours."
"By Jehovah!" cried Jackson, "come outside, sir, come outside!"
The landlord backed away, and the men in the tavern began to press around us expectantly.
"Gallop into him, Andy!" cried one.
"Don"t let him git near no fences, stranger," said another.
Mr. Jackson turned on this man with such truculence that he edged away to the rear of the room.