"I don"t see why you dunno him," parried Racey (it was a weak parry, but the best he could encompa.s.s at the moment). "I thought you knowed him. Somebody told me you did. My mistake. No harm done. Have a drink, Luke."
"Who told you I knowed this here now Jack Harpe?" probed Luke Tweezy, when he had smacked his lips over a second drink.
"I don"t remember now," evaded Racey Dawson. "What does it matter?"
"It don"t matter," was the answer--the miffed answer it seemed to Racey. "It don"t matter a-tall. Have one on me, boys. Don"t be afraid to fill "em up. They"s plenty more on the back shelf when this one"s empty."
They filled and drank, filled and drank. Swing thought that he had never seen Racey overtaken by liquor so quickly. In no time he was telling Luke Tweezy the most intimate details of his private life.
Swing knew that these details were a string of lies. But Luke Tweezy could not know that. He put an affectionate hand on Racey"s shoulder and begged for more. He got it.
When Racey ran down and reverted to the bottle, Luke Tweezy generously purchased a second and invited him and his friend to a vacant table in the corner of the room. It was an amazing sight. Luke Tweezy the money-lender, the man who was supposed to still possess the first dollar he ever earned, had actually bought three eighths of one bottle of whiskey and the whole of another.
Racey Dawson greatly desired to laugh. But he didn"t dare. He was too busy being drunk and getting drunker. Swing Tunstall, slow in the uptake as usual, perceived nothing beyond the fact that Luke Tweezy had suddenly become a careless spendthrift till halfway down the second bottle when Luke said:
"Sh.o.r.e is funny how you thought I knowed this Jack Harpe."
"Yuh-yeah," a.s.sented Racey, and overset a gla.s.s in such a way that four fingers of raw liquor splashed into Luke Tweezy"s lap. "S"funny all right--an" that"s fuf-funnier," he added as Luke and his chair sc.r.a.ped backward to avoid the drip. "D"I wet yuh all up, Lul-luke?
Mum-my min-mis-take. I"m makin" lul-lots of mistakes to-day."
Luke Tweezy twisted his leathery features into his best smile. "It don"t matter," he told Racey. "Not a-tall. I--uh--who was it told you I knowed this Jack Harpe?"
"Dud-don"t remember," denied Racey.
"Think," urged Luke Tweezy.
"Am thu-thinkin"," Racey said, crossly. "What you wanna know for?"
"I don"t like to have folks talkin" so loose and free about me," was the Tweezy explanation.
"Duh-hic-quite right," hiccuped Racey Dawson. "An" you are, too, y"old catawampus. You a friend o" mim-mine, Lul-luke?"
"Sh.o.r.e," said Luke, with an eye out for another upset gla.s.s.
"Then lend me huh-hundred dollars, Lul-Luke."
"Lend you a hundred dollars! On what security?"
"My wuh-word," Racey strove to say with dignity. "Ain"t that enough?"
"Sh.o.r.e, but--but I ain"t got a hundred dollars with me to-day."
"Bub-but you can gug-get it," Racey insisted, weaving his head from side to side in a snake-like manner.
"We-ell, I dunno. You see, Racey--"
"I nun-need the money," interrupted Racey. "I"m broke--bub-broke bad. Swing"s broke, too. That"s too bad--I mean that"s two bub-boke brad--whistle twice for the crossing--I mean--Aw, h.e.l.l, I know whu-what I mean if-fif you don"t. You lul-lend me that mum-money, Lul-Luke, like a good feller."
Luke Tweezy shook a regretful head. "I"m sh.o.r.e sorry you and Swing are busted, Racey, I"d do anything for you I could in reason. You know damwell I would, but money"s tight with me just now. I ain"t really got a cent I can lend. Got a mortgage comin" due next month, but that ain"t now, of course."
"Of course not. Huh-how could you think it was now? Huh-how could you, Lul-Luke? Dud-do you know the child ain"t a year old yet?"
"Child? What child?" Luke Tweezy began to look alarmed.
"What child?" frowned Racey Dawson, sitting up very straight and throwing a chest. "That child over there by the doorway--there in the streak o" sush-shine. Aw, the cute li"l feller! See him playin" with Windy Taylor"s spurs. Ain"t he cunnin"?"
"With most of "em it"s elephants and snakes an" such," proffered Luke Tweezy.
"Yeah," a.s.sented Swing Tunstall. "A kid is something new."
"Thu-then you can"t lend me that money?" Racey inquired, querulously.
"No, Racey, I can"t. Honest, I"d like to. Nothin" I"d like better.
Only the way I"m fixed just now it"s plain flat impossible."
"Then I s"puh-s"puh-s"pose I"ll have to touch the Bar S folks or the Cross-in-a-box. I gotta have money. Gug-gotta. They"re my friends.
They"ll give it to mum-me. Sh.o.r.e they will gimme all I want. They"re all my _friends_, I tell you!"
As Racey uttered the word "friends" his toe pressed Swing Tunstall"s instep.
"They"re Swing"s friends, too," continued Racey. "Ain"t they, Sus-Swing?" Again the Dawson toe bore down upon the Tunstall foot.
"Sh.o.r.e they are," chimed in Swing, watching his friend closely--so closely that he was able to catch the extremely slight nod of approbation given by Racey.
"Thu-there"s Tom Loudon an" Tim Pup-pup-page of the Bub-bar S,"
stuttered Racey, gazing blearily at Luke Tweezy. "Bub-best fuf-friends I ever had, them tut-two fellers. An" Old Man Sus-Saltoun. There"s a pup-prince for you. Gug-give you the shirt off his bub-back."
Which last was stretching it rather. For Old Man Saltoun, while not precisely stingy, was certainly not the most generous person in the territory. Nor did it escape Racey Dawson that Luke Tweezy eyed him sharply as he made the remark. At once Racey began to roll his head from side to side and rock his body to and fro, and laugh crazily.
"The Bub-bub-bar S is the bub-best ranch in the worl"." Again Racey took up the thread of his discourse. "I tell you that outfit is great friends o" mine. Juh-juh-just tut-to shuh-show yuh, Lul-luke. Ol" Man Sush-Saltoun let three punchers go lul-last week an" then turned round an" gives us both jobs. That"s huh-how we stand with Ol" Man Sush-Saltoun."
"That"s fine," complimented Luke Tweezy.
"An" that ain"t all," Racey galloped on, one toe pressing Swing"s instep. "I"m gonna tell him, Swing. He ain"t no friend o" Jack Harpe"s. If I tell you you won"t tell n.o.body, Lul-Luke, wuh-will yuh?"
Luke was understood to state that no clam could be tighter-mouthed.
"I knowed you wouldn"t tell, Lul-luke," Racey declared, solemnly, reaching across the table and affectionately pawing the Tweezy sleeve.
"I mum-maybe dud-drunk, but I know a friend when I see him. Yuh bub-bet I do. Lul-lookit, Luke, lean over--" Here Racey pressed heavily on Swing"s instep. Then, when Luke leaned forward, Racey did the same and possessed himself of the money-lender"s ear by the simple method of gripping it tightly between fingers and thumb. "Lul-luke,"
resumed Racey, "Jack Harpe"s offered us a job, too, an" we"re gonna take him up instead of the Bar S. Huh-how"s that?"
Racey released the Tweezy ear, leaned back in his chair, and breathed triumphantly through his nose.
Luke Tweezy likewise leaned back as far as his chair would permit, and fingered tenderly a tingling ear. "Whatcha gonna take Harpe"s job for?" he asked, puzzled. "I thought you liked the Bar S such a lot."
"We do," chirped Racey, laying a long finger beside his nose and pressing again the Tunstall instep. "That"s why we"re gonna ride for Jack Harpe." Grinning at the mystification of Luke Tweezy, he leaned forward and whispered, "We got a idea we can help the Bar S most by bein" where we can watch Jack--and his outfit."
Luke Tweezy sat up very suddenly. Swing clapped a hand over Racey"s mouth and shoved him backward.
"Shut up!" commanded Swing. "He dunno what he"s talkin" about, the poor drunk."