There was to be one more incident relating to this poor girl before Benton in its mad rush should forget her.
Neale divined the tragedy before it came to pa.s.s, but he was as powerless to prevent it as any other spectator in Beauty Stanton"s hall.
Larry King reacted in his own peculiar way to the news of Ruby"s suicide, and the rumored cause. He stalked into that dancing-hall, where his voice stopped the music and the dancers.
"Come out heah!" he shouted to the pale Cordy.
And King spun the man into the center of the hall, where he called him every vile name known to the camp, scorned and slapped and insulted him, shamed him before that breathless crowd, goaded him at last into a desperate reaching for his gun, and killed him as he drew it.
21
Benton slowed and quieted down a few days before pay-day, to get ready for the great rush. Only the saloons and dance-halls and gambling-h.e.l.ls were active, and even here the difference was manifest.
The railroad-yard was the busiest place in the town, for every train brought huge loads of food, merchandise, and liquor, the transporting of which taxed the teamsters to their utmost.
The day just before pay-day saw the beginning of a singular cycle of change. Gangs of laborers rode in on the work-trains from the grading-camps and the camps at the head of the rails, now miles west of Benton. A rest of several days inevitably followed the visit of the pay-car. It was difficult to keep enough men at work to feed and water the teams, and there would have been sorry protection from the Indians had not the troops been on duty. Pay-days were not off-days for the soldiers.
Steady streams of men flowed toward Benton from east and west; and that night the hum of Benton was merry, subdued, waiting.
Bright and early the town with its added thousands awoke. The morning was clear, rosy, fresh. On the desert the colors changed from soft gray to red and the whirls of dust, riding the wind, resembled little clouds radiant with sunset hues. Silence and solitude and unbroken level reigned outside in infinite contrast to the seething town. Benton resembled an ant-heap at break of day. A thousand songs arose, crude and coa.r.s.e and loud, but full of joy. Pay-day and vacation were at hand!
"Then drill, my Paddies, drill!
Drill, my heroes, drill!
Drill all day, No sugar in your tay, Workin" on the U. P. Railway."
Casey was one Irish trooper of thousands who varied the song and tune to suit his taste. The content alone they all held. Drill! They were laborers who could turn into regiments at a word.
They shaved their stubby beards and donned their best--a bronzed, st.u.r.dy, cheery army of wild boys. The curse rested but lightly upon their broad shoulders.
Strangely enough, the morning began without the gusty wind so common to that lat.i.tude, and the six inches of powdery white dust did not rise.
The wind, too, waited. The powers of heaven smiled in the clear, quiet morning, but the powers of h.e.l.l waited--for the hours to come, the night and the darkness.
At nine o"clock a mob of five thousand men had congregated around the station, most of them out in the open, on the desert side of the track.
They were waiting for the pay-train to arrive. This hour was the only orderly one that Benton ever saw. There were laughter, profanity, play--a continuous hum, but compared to Benton"s usual turmoil, it was pleasant. The workmen talked in groups, and, like all crowds of men sober and unexcited, they were given largely to badinage and idle talk.
"Wot was ut I owed ye, Moike?" asked a strapping grader.
Mike scratched his head. "Wor it thorty dollars this toime?"
"It wor," replied the other. "Moike, yez hev a mimory."
A big Negro pushed out his huge jaw and bl.u.s.tered at his fellows.
"I"s a-gwine to bust thet yaller n.i.g.g.e.r"s haid," he declared.
"Bill, he"s your fr"en". Cool down, man, cool down," replied a comrade.
A teamster was writing a letter in lead-pencil, using a board over his knees.
"Jim, you goin" to send money home?" queried a fellow-laborer.
"I am that, an" first thing when I get my pay," was the reply.
"Reminds me, I owe for this suit I"m wearin". I"ll drop in an" settle."
A group of spikers held forth on a little bank above the railroad track, at a point where a few weeks before they had fastened those very rails with l.u.s.ty blows.
"Well, boys, I think I see the smoke of our pay-dirt, way down the line," said one.
"Bandy, your eyes are pore," replied another.
"Yep, she"s comin"," said another. ""Bout time, for I haven"t two-bits to my name."
"Boys, no buckin" the tiger for me to-day," declared Bandy.
He was laughed at by all except one quiet comrade who gazed thoughtfully eastward, back over the vast and rolling country. This man was thinking of home, of wife and little girl, of what pay-day meant for them.
Bandy gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder.
"Frank, you got drunk an" laid out all night, last payday."
Frank remembered, but he did not say what he had forgotten that last pay-day.
A long and gradual slope led from Benton down across the barren desert toward Medicine Bow. The railroad track split it and narrowed to a mere thread upon the horizon. The crowd of watching, waiting men saw smoke rise over that horizon line, and a dark, flat, creeping object. Through the big throng ran a restless murmur. The train was in sight. It might have been a harbinger of evil, for a subtle change, nervous, impatient, brooding, visited that mult.i.tude. A slow movement closed up the disintegrated crowd and a current of men worked forward to encounter resistance and opposing currents. They had begun to crowd for advantageous positions closer to the pay-car so as to be the first in line.
A fight started somewhere, full of loud curses and dull blows; and then a jostling ma.s.s tried the temper of the slow-marching men. Some boss yelled an order from a box-car, and he was hooted. There was no order.
When the train whistled for Benton a hoa.r.s.e and sustained shout ran through the mob, not from all lips, nor from any ma.s.sed group, but taken up from man to man--a strange sound, the first note of calling Benton.
The train arrived. Troops alighting preserved order near the pay-car; and out of the dense mob a slow stream of men flowed into the car at one end and out again at the other.
Bates, a giant digger and a bully, was the first man in the line, the first to get his little share of the fortunes in gold pa.s.sing out of the car that day.
Long before half of that mob had received its pay Bates lay dead upon a sanded floor, killed in a drunken brawl.
And the Irishman Mike had received his thirty dollars.
And the big Negro had broken the head of his friend.
And the teamster had forgotten to send money home.
And his comrade had neglected to settle for the suit of clothes he was wearing.
And Bandy, for all his vows, had gone straight for bucking the tiger.
And Frank, who had gotten drunk last pay-day, had been mindful of wife and little girl far away and had done his duty.