IN WHICH CHEYENNE HARRY LOSES HIS PISTOL
The camp which was to be the scene of Lafond"s operations and of the girl"s antic.i.p.ated triumphs, lay between Ragged Top and Tom Custer. It consisted of a double row of log cabins situated in the V of the deep ravine. The men generally ate in the long dining-room of the hotel, worked at prospecting in the hills, and spent their evenings in the centrally situated Little Nugget saloon, the property of Michal Lafond.
The night of the half-breed"s arrival the usual crowd was carrying on the usual discussions on the usual subjects.
One fresh from the East entering the building would have been struck first with the strangeness of the room. It was long and low, and on three sides dark. Against the fourth wall was stretched tightly a white cotton sheet, imitating plaster, in front of which stood the bar.
The bar was polished, narrow, with a foot rest in front and two towels hanging from metal clasps just under the projecting eaves of it. It had been brought in sections, by wagon, at considerable expense. Some three feet behind the bar, stretched a shelf of the same height, towel covered, on which stood four bottles in front of a little mirror. The shelf was piled symmetrically with gla.s.ses of all shapes--tumblers, ponies, fine-stemmed winegla.s.ses--arranged in pyramids and squares.
They glittered in the glare of the lamps, and the indirect light from the white sheet. A dim pink reflection was given back by the mirror--dim and pink because the gla.s.s was draped with pink mosquito bar. Overhead hung the sign which read, "To Trust is Bust."
Beneath the reflector of the largest lamp lounged the barkeeper reading a paper. He had spread the paper on the bar, and, having crooked his elbows out at wide angles around its margin, was bending his head of straw-colored hair close over the print. He was dressed in white as to the upper part of his body. Occasionally he read aloud in a monotone from the paper. At other times his lips moved slowly, shaping the invisible words as they took form in his sluggish brain.
"The latest creations in ties," he read, "are described by our buyer as being natty effects in the narrow plaids."
Outside this glare of light from the white-dressed man, and the glittering pyramids and squares and gla.s.ses, and the dim pink reflections, and the white sheet imitating plaster, the rest of the room seemed dark by contrast. Near the door and the small front window, glowed a red-hot stove. Along the walls were ranged chairs.
In the chairs sat many men smoking. Above the men a few cheap pictures were tacked against the rough walls. One of them represented an abnormally slim and smooth race horse against a background of vivid green. Another showed an equally green landscape, throwing into relief a group of red-coated men on spider-legged horses, pursuing a huddle of posing white hounds. One of the spider-legged horses had fallen, and the rider, being projected horizontally forward, was suspended rigidly in mid air, like Mohammed"s coffin, and with as much apparent prospect of coming to earth. Still another presented the sight of an exceedingly naked woman descending from an exceedingly flat and marble couch. One foot was on the floor, and the other knee rested still on the flat and marble couch. It was labelled "Surprised."
Three large lamps with reflectors illuminated this part of the room.
Then came a strip of comparative dusk; then another hanging-lamp disclosed a smooth-topped table, on which was a faro lay-out.
The men in the chairs smoked industriously and spoke seldom. The air was thick with the smoke of strong tobacco, such as "Hand Made" and "Lucky Strike." Very near the stove sprawled old Mizzou, low-foreheaded, white-bearded, talking always of women and the merits of gra.s.s-widows and school-ma"ams.
"They is nothin" like "em!" he a.s.serted with ever-fresh emphasis of tone. "Back in Chillicothe, whar th" hogs an" gals is co"n-fed, they is sh.o.r.e bustin"! When one of them critters comes "round, I feels jest like raisin" h.e.l.l and puttin" a chunk under it!"
"Th" _h.e.l.l_ you do!" snorted Cheyenne Harry, scowling his handsome brows, "th" _h.e.l.l_ you do! Give us a rest with yore everlasting females." He pulled his hat over his eyes, and drew savagely on his pipe, his right hand over the bowl, his left clasped tight under his armpit.
Billy Knapp was telling about his mine.
"On that thar Buffalo lode," he said impressively, "I got a lead twenty foot wide. _Twenty foot_, I say! And it holds out; it holds out a lot. It"s great. I says to them Chicago sharps, I says, "You won"t find sech a lead as thet thar nowhere else in the Hills," and by gravy I believe that"s right! I do for sh.o.r.e! An" I says to them, I says, "It only takes a little sinkin", an" a little five stamp mill, t" put her on a paying basis to wunst. Ain"t no manner of _doubt_ of it! I tell you it"s a chance! that"s what it is!""
He breathed hard with the enthusiasm into which his words lifted him.
He vociferated, telling over and over about his twenty foot lead. He held his great hand suspended in the air through whole sentences, bringing it down with a mighty slap as he came to his conclusions. The men about him listened unmoved. They believed what he said, but they had got over being excited at it. Jack Graham, his hat on his knees, twisted his little moustache and smiled amusedly. As the scout appealed to him from time to time, he nodded silent a.s.sent. Over beyond the bar of dusk, two men were staking small sums at faro. The keen-eyed dealer was monotonously calling the cards. "All ready; all down; hands up; jack win; queen lose!" he drawled.
In the corner nearest the door, a youth of eighteen huddled on the floor asleep. Here and there wandered an active wire-haired dog, bigger than a fox terrier and of different color, but with the terrier"s bright eyes and alert movements. It was a strange beast, brown and black on the head, black on the body, badger gray on the legs, with sharp white teeth, over which bristled gray whiskers of the stiffness of a hair brush. As it pa.s.sed the various men, it eyed them closely, ready to wag its stump of a tail in friendship, or to circle warily in avoidance of a kick. It was a self-reliant dog, a dog used to taking care of itself. Men called it Peter, without abbreviation.
Peter was possessed of the spirit of restlessness. He smelled everything, first with dainty sniffs, then with long, deep inhalations.
Thus he came to know the inner nature of table legs and chairs, of men"s boots and of dark corners. Between investigations he would stand in front of the bar and stretch, sticking first one hind leg, then the other, at stiff angles behind him, and then, fore feet far in front, pressing the chest of his long body nearly to the floor.
These things irritated Cheyenne Harry. He attempted to command Peter harshly, but Peter paid no attention.
"Off his feed," observed Dave Williams to young Barker in an undertone.
"Yeah," agreed the latter.
About eight o"clock Blair and the stage drew in and drew out again, after warming at the red-hot stove a little cross man who cursed the whole West--climate, scenery, and all--with a depth and heartiness that left these loyal Westerners gasping. Billy Knapp had attempted to reply, but had not held his own in the interchange.
After the stranger had gone out, the pristine calm broke into a froth of recrimination. The room shouted. It blamed Billy. It cursed the stranger. It thought of a dozen things that might have been said or done, as is the fashion of rooms. Billy vociferated against the tourist.
"Little two by four prospec" hole!" he cried. "He may be all right whar he comes from, which don"t rank high anyhow, but when he comes out yar makin" any sech fool breaks as that, he don"t a.s.say a cent a ton fo" sense!"
"Oh, h.e.l.l," growled Cheyenne Harry. "You-all make me tired!"
"Shake yore grouch, Harry," they advised good-humoredly. Cheyenne Harry was popular, fearless and a good shot. He had a little the reputation, in some quarters, of being a "bad man."
Billy went on with his tirade. The men shook their heads. "You wasn"t ace high, Billy," said they. Billy insisted, getting more and more excited. They looked down from the calm of superior wisdom. Their anger vanished in Billy"s. He was angry for the whole crowd.
"Moroney ought to have been here," they observed regretfully. "He"s th" boy! He"d have trimmed th" little cuss good. Can"t get ahead of Moroney nohow."
Billy denied that Moroney could have done better than he, Billy, did.
The men championed Moroney"s cause with warmth. A new discussion arose out of the old. With a prodigious clatter every man drew up his chair until a circle was formed. Archibald Mudge, alias Frosty, the barkeeper, leaned his head on his fists across the bar, trying to hear.
The two men at the faro game cashed in and quit. The faro dealer, imperturbable, indifferent, cat-like, shuffled his cards. Around the outside of the word-hurling circle Peter wandered, sniffing at chairs and the boots of men.
Then on a sudden Molly and the half-breed arrived, to the vast astonishment of Copper Creek, which had no women and expected none.
The newcomers appeared in the doorway, apparently from nowhere, pausing a moment before entering the saloon. Molly leaned a hand on each jamb, and calmly surveyed the room. Lafond blinked his eyes at the light, imperturbably awaiting the girl"s good pleasure. After a moment she stepped inside, and again looked the apartment over, slowly, searchingly. She saw in that long sweeping glance everything there was to be seen--the men and their various att.i.tudes, the bar, the gla.s.ses, the mirror draped with mosquito bar, the white cotton sheet, the lamps, the faro table, even the three sporting pictures on the wall.
In that moment she made up her mind what to do. Her heart was beating fast and her color was high. She experienced all the sensations of a man going into battle, but not a timid man, or one not sure. Rather, she felt a new access of force, a new confidence, a new imperious power that would bend conditions to suit itself. She knew in a flash just how to tame these untamed men.
Then she stepped swiftly forward and marched up to the bar, against which she leaned the broad of her back, running her arms along the rail on either side and resting one heel against the foot rest. She tossed her curls back, and again looked coolly at the silent men.
An observer might have found it interesting to note how the different inmates of the room took this unexpected appearance of the First Woman.
Billy Knapp stared with round, gloating eyes, in which a hundred possibilities awoke. Cheyenne Harry, aroused from his slouching att.i.tude, thrust his pipe into his pocket and furtively smoothed his moustache. Graham looked the newcomer over with cool inquiring scrutiny. Frosty began to polish a gla.s.s, finding relief from his embarra.s.sment in accustomed and commonplace occupation. The faro dealer shuffled his cards, imperturbable, indifferent, cat-like. Peter sat upright on his haunches, sniffing daintily, first in the girl"s direction, then in the man"s, watching, bright-eyed and alert. Peter was the only being in the place who noticed the girl"s companion. The latter, in turn, inspected the room deliberately, with a crafty calculation.
"Well," said Molly Lafond, with slow scorn, "how long are you going to sit there before you take care of a lady"s horses?"
Then they suddenly became aware of the half-breed and of the white-covered schooner, dimly visible through the door. They began to regain control of their wits. The arrested currents of life moved once more. Who was this girl? Why should she command? Above all, why did not this little black hairy man take care of his own horses? Men helped themselves in the West.
They stirred uneasily, but no one responded. The girl"s eyes flashed.
"Move!" she commanded, stretching her arm with a sudden and regal gesture toward the door.
The three men nearest jumped up and hurried out. The girl stood for an instant, her arm still outstretched; then she dropped it to her side with a rippling laugh.
"You boys need someone to make you stand "round, that"s all," she said.
"Next time I speak, you _rustle_!"
She placed her hands behind her on the bar, and jumped lightly upward, perching on one corner and swinging her little feet to and fro. She sat in the focus of one of the larger lamps, seeming to radiate with a strange hard brilliancy. Her eyes sparkled and her curly golden hair escaped from under her old peaked cap in a bewildering tangle of twisted and glittering fire. She went on easily, without embarra.s.sment, chattering in so a.s.sured a manner that the men were silenced by the very shyness that should have been hers.
"We got here a little late, boys," she said, conversationally, "on account of a hot box, but here we are--me and Mike. You don"t know us though, do you? Well, this is Mike Lafond." She looked toward the half-breed, and a sudden inspiration lit her eye. "Black Mike!" she cried, clapping her hands. "That"s it; Black Mike." She paused in happy contemplation of the appropriateness of this nickname. It seemed to fit; and it stuck forever after. "He owns this joint here, he says, and I reckon he says right," she went on after a pause. "He ain"t pretty, but I"ll tend to that for the family." She perked her head sideways, proving the point beyond contest.
Peter, who had been watching her, his own head in the same attentive pose, took this as a signal. He barked sharply. "Shut up, dog!"
commanded Molly. She seized a pretzel from a tin pan at her side and threw it at Peter. Peter considered the pretzel as a contribution, so subsided.
"Well, boys, I"m glad to be here. I"m going to stay. You might look more pleased." She cast her eye along the group of men, each in a tense att.i.tude of uneasiness. Graham"s nonchalant and lounging self-poise struck her. "Aren"t you glad?" she asked, pointing her finger at him. His quizzical smile only deepened. Failing to confuse him, as she intended, Molly hastily abandoned him. "You ought to be,"
she a.s.serted, skilfully turning the remark in the direction of Cheyenne Harry. "Come here and let"s look at you. I want to know your name.
You ain"t bashful, are you?"
Harry put on an appearance of ease and sauntered over to the bar. He would show the boys that he was used to society. He grinned at her pleasantly.
"Can"t no one look purty nex" to you!" he said boldly.