"An" you"re goin" to fetch her back?" Bill"s question whipped the still air.
"Sure--she"s mine."
Scipio"s simplicity and single-mindedness brought forth a sigh of intense feeling from his hearers.
"How?" Wild Bill"s method of interrogation had a driving effect.
"She"s mine, an"--I"m going to get her back." There was pity at the man"s obstinate a.s.sertion in every eye except Wild Bill"s.
"Say, Zip, he"ll kill you," said the gambler, after a pause.
"She"s my wife. She"s mine," retorted Scipio intensely. "An" I"ll shoot him dead if he refuses to hand her over."
"Say," the gambler went on, ignoring the man"s protest--the idea of Scipio shooting a man like James was too ludicrous--"you"re up agin a bad proposition, sure. James has stole your--wife. He"s stole more.
He"s a stage-robber."
"A cattle-thief," broke in Sandy.
"A "bad man" of the worst," nodded Minky.
"He"s all these, an" more," went on Bill, scowling. "He"s a low-down skunk, he"s a pestilence, he"s a murderer. You"re goin" to hunt him back ther" to his own shack in the foothills with his gang of toughs around him, an" you"re goin" to make him hand back your wife. Say, you"re sure crazy. He"ll kill you. He"ll blow your carkis to h.e.l.l, an"
charge the devil freightage for doin" it."
There was a look of agreement in the eyes that watched Scipio"s mild face. There was more: there was sympathy and pity for him, feelings in these men for which there was no other means of expression.
But Scipio was unmoved from his purpose. His underlip protruded obstinately. His pale eyes were alight with purpose and misery.
"He"s stole my--Jessie," he cried, "an" I want her back." Then, in a moment, his whole manner changed, and his words came with an irresistible pleading. Hard as was the gambler, the pathos of it struck a chord in him the existence of which, perhaps, even he was unaware.
"You"ll lend me a horse, Bill?" the little man cried. "You will, sure?
I got fifty dollars saved for the kiddies" clothes. Here it is," he hurried on, pulling out a packet of bills from his hip pocket. "You take "em and keep "em against the horse. It ain"t sufficient, but it"s all I got. I"ll pay the rest when I"ve made it, if your horse gets hurted. I will, sure. Say," he added, with a happy inspiration, "I"ll give you a note on my claim--ha"f of it. You"ll do it? You--"
Bill"s face went suddenly scarlet. Something made him lower his eyelids. It was as though he could not look on that eager face unmoved any longer. Somehow he felt in a vague sort of way that poor Scipio"s spirit was altogether too big for his body. Bigger by far than that of those sitting there ready to deride his purpose, and crush it to a weak yielding such as, in their minds, was the only possible thing for a man of his like.
"You set them bills right back in your dip," he cried, with a savageness that was only a mask to his real feelings; "I don"t need "em. You ken get right out to the barn an" have your pick o" my plugs, an" anythin" you need else. Guess you best take the black mare. She"ll carry you all day for a week, sure, an" then laff at you. Get right on, an"--an"--good luck!"
There are actions performed in every man"s life for which he can never account, even to himself. Such was the act Wild Bill performed at that moment. Gambling was his living, but his horses were a pa.s.sion with him. He possessed, perhaps, some of the finest in the country, and he worshiped them. He had never been known to lend a horse to his best friend, and no one but himself had ever been allowed to feed or groom them. He was prouder of them than a father might be of his firstborn son, and as careful of them as any doting mother. Therefore his a.s.sent to Scipio"s request was quite staggering to his companions.
Nor did he know why he did it, and a furious anger followed immediately upon this unusual outburst of good-nature.
Scipio was profuse in his thanks. But he was cut short with a violence that seemed quite unnecessary. For the moment, at least, Bill hated the little man almost as much as he hated this "Lord" James he was setting out in search of.
After that no word pa.s.sed until Scipio had left the store for the barn. Bill sat wrapt in moody thought, his fierce eyes lowered in contemplation of his well-shod feet. His cards were forgotten, the men around him were forgotten. Sandy and the storekeeper were watching his harsh face in wonder, while Toby"s head was turned in the direction of the departing man. It was Sunny Oak from his post at the window who finally broke the silence.
"Guess you gone plumb "bug," Bill," he said, with an amiable grin.
Then, as only a flicker of a smile from the others answered him, and Bill ignored his charge altogether, he hurried on, "You"re helpin"
that misguided feller to a dose of lead he"ll never have time to digest. If ever Zip runs foul of James, he"ll blow him to h.e.l.l as sure--as ther"s allus work for those as don"t need it. An", wot"s more, you"ll never set eyes on your black mare agin, "less it"s under James" saddle. You"re sure "bug." You oughter be seen to."
It was only Sunny Oak who would have dared to say so much to the gambler. But then, for some unstated reason, Sunny was a privileged person on Suffering Creek. n.o.body paid much attention to the manner in which he allowed his tongue to run on, and, besides, he was too lazy to be afraid of anybody.
Bill looked round.
"You"re side-tracked," he observed contemptuously. "James won"t shoot Jessie"s husband. Maybe he"ll kick him out, maybe he"ll roast him bad, and tongue-lash him. Anyways, every man"s got to play his own hand.
An"--it"s good to see him playin" hard, win or lose. But Zip"ll git back, sure. An" he"ll bring my mare with him. Go to sleep, Sunny; your thinkin"-pan"s nigh hatched out."
"I don"t guess he"ll ever get alongside James," observed Minky thoughtfully. "We"ve all looked for him a piece. We know he"s got a shanty back in the foothills, but I don"t seem to remember hearin" of anybody findin" it. I don"t guess Zip"s wise to where it is."
Bill"s eyes lit with a curious fire.
"Guess Zip"ll find him," he said quietly. "Maybe it"ll take him time--"
"An"," cried Sunny, "how"s them pore kiddies to live meanwhiles?"
The loafer fired his little bomb with the desired effect. The men had no answer for some moments. And gradually all eyes fixed themselves upon Bill"s face, as though acknowledging his leadership. He answered the challenge in characteristic fashion.
"Guess we"ll turn Sunny loose to wet-nurse "em."
An announcement which set Sunny plunging headlong to his own defense.
"Say, ain"t ther" no sort o" peace for a feller as needs rest? You"re all mighty smart settin" folks to work. But this is your game, Bill, an" it"s up to you to put it thro". I "low you"d make an elegant wet-nurse--so soft and motherish."
But Bill had had enough, and turned upon the face at the window in his most savage manner.
"See here," he cried, with fierce irony, "we"ve all know"d you since Sufferin" Creek was Sufferin" Creek, an" n.o.body ain"t never kicked.
But it"s kind o" ne"ssary for every feller around these parts to justify "emselves. Get me? You need "justifyin"." Wal, I guess you"ll see to them kiddies till Zip comes back. It"s going to be your work seein" they don"t get fixed into any sort o" trouble, an" when Zip gets back you"ll hand "em over clean an" fixed right. Get that? I"m payin" for their board, an" I"m payin" you a wage. An" you"re goin" to do it, or light right out o" here so quick your own dust"ll choke you."
"Here, here!" cried Toby, with a delighted laugh.
Sandy grinned into the loafer"s angry face, while Minky nodded an unsmiling approval.
"Gee, you beat h.e.l.l for nerve!" cried Sunny.
"Guess I ken do better. I ken beat you," retorted Bill contemptuously.
"You"ll do it, or--you ken start gettin" out now," he added.
Sunny realized his position by the expression of the other men"s faces, and, quickly resuming his good-humored plaint, he acquiesced with a grumble.
"Gee! but it"s a tough world," he complained, dropping back on to his bench hurriedly, lest fresh demands should be made upon him, and just in time to witness Scipio leading a beautiful black mare up to the tying-post.
The men in the store turned out at the sound of horse"s hoofs, and stood gathered on the veranda. Bill"s keen eyes were fixed regretfully on the shining sides of his favorite animal. She was a picture of lean muscle and bone, with a beautiful small head, and ears that looked little larger than well-polished mussel-sh.e.l.ls. She stood pawing the ground impatiently while Scipio tied her to the post, and she nuzzled his ribs playfully with her twitching lips in the most friendly spirit. But Bill"s eyes were suddenly arrested by the manner in which she was saddled and bridled. Poor Scipio had blundered in a hopeless fashion.
Other eyes, too, had seen the blunder, and Sandy Joyce suddenly pointed.
"Mackinaw! Jest get that," he cried.
"By Gee!" laughed Sunny.
But Wild Bill cut them all short in a surprising manner.