"A gentleman," said the other, smiling slightly. "Well, don"t shake hands with me yet, sir. I don"t know. You see I"m a railroad man, and I"m here on business."
"d.a.m.n it, sir, if it was only your description of a julep, if it was only your mention of that old family silver mug, devoted to that sacred purpose, sir--that would be your certificate of character here. Forget your business. Come down here and live with me. We"ll go huntin" ba"h together. Why, man, I"m mighty glad to make your acquaintance."
"But wait," said Eddring, "there may be two ways of looking at this."
"Well, there"s only one way of looking at a julep," said Blount, "and that"s down a straw. Now, I"ll show you how we make them down here in the Sunflower country.
"But, as I as a-sayin""--and here Blount set down the gla.s.ses midway in his compounding, and went on with his interrupted proposition,--"now here was that n.i.g.g.e.r that lost his wife. Of course he had a whole flock of children. Now, what do you think that claim agent said he would pay that n.i.g.g.e.r for his wife?"
"Well, I--"
"Well, but what do you _reckon_?"
"Why, I reckon about fifteen dollars."
"That"s it, that"s it!" said Blount, slapping his hand upon the board until the gla.s.ses jingled. "That"s just what he did offer; fifteen dollars! Not a cent more."
"Well, now, Colonel Blount," said Eddring, "you know there"s a heap of mighty trifling n.i.g.g.e.rs loose in this part of the world. You see, that fellow would marry again in a little while, and he might get a heap better woman next time. There"s a lot of swapping wives among the n.i.g.g.e.rs at best. Now, here"s a man lost his wife decent and respectable, and there"s nothing on earth a n.i.g.g.e.r likes better than a good funeral, even if it has to be his own wife. Now, how many n.i.g.g.e.r funerals are there that cost fifteen dollars? I"ll bet you if that n.i.g.g.e.r had it to do over again he"d a heap rather be rid of her and have the fifteen dollars. Look at it! Fine funeral for one wife and something left over to get a bonnet for his new wife. I"ll bet there isn"t a n.i.g.g.e.r on your place that wouldn"t jump at a chance like that."
Colonel Blount scratched his head. "You understand n.i.g.g.e.rs all right, I"ll admit," said he. "But, now, supposin" it had been a white man?"
"Well, supposing it was?"
"We don"t need to suppose. There was the same thing happened to a white family. Wife got killed--left three children."
"Oh, you mean that accident down at Shelby?"
"Yes, Mrs. Something-or-other, she was. Well, sir, d.a.m.n me, if that infernal claim agent didn"t have the face to offer fifteen dollars for her, too."
"Looks almost like he played a fifteen-dollar limit all the time, doesn"t it?" said the visitor.
"It certainly does. It ain"t right."
"Well, now, I heard about that woman. She was a tall, thin creature, with no liver left at all, and her chills came three times a week. She wouldn"t work; she was red-headed and had only one straight eye; and as for a tongue--well, I only hope, Colonel Blount, that you and I will never have a chance to meet anything like that. Of course, I know she was killed. Her husband just hated her before she died, but blame _me_, just as soon as she was _dead_, he loved her more than if she was his sweetheart all over again. Now, that"s how it goes. Say, I want to tell you, Colonel Blount, this road is plumb beneficent, if only for the fact that it develops human affection the way it does. Fifteen dollars! Why, I tell you, sir, fifteen dollars was _more_ than enough for that woman."
He turned indignantly on the board-pile.
"I reckon," said Colonel Blount, "that you would say that about my neighbor Jim Bowles" cow?"
"Certainly. I know about that cow, too. She was twenty years old and on her last legs. Road kills her, and all at once she becomes a dream of heifer loveliness. _I_ know."
"I reckon," said Colonel Blount, still more grimly; "I reckon if that d.a.m.ned claim agent was to come here, he would just about say that fifteen dollars was enough for my filly."
"I shouldn"t wonder. Now, look here, Colonel Blount. You see, I"m a railroad man, and I"m able to see the other side of these things."
"Oh, well, all right," said Blount, "but that don"t bring my filly back.
You can"t get Himyah blood every day in the week. That filly would have seen Churchill Downs in her day, if she had lived."
"Yes; and if she had, you would have had to back her, wouldn"t you? You would have trained that filly and paid a couple of hundred for it. You would have fitted her at the track and paid several hundred more. You would have bet a couple of thousand, anyway, as a matter of principle, and, like enough, you"d have lost it. Now, if this road paid you fifteen dollars for that filly and saved you twenty-five hundred or three thousand into the bargain, how ought you to feel about it? Are you twenty-five hundred behind or fifteen ahead?"
Colonel Calvin Blount had now feverishly finished his julep, and as the other stopped, he placed his gla.s.s beside him on the board-pile and swung a long leg across, so that he sat directly facing his enigmatical guest. The latter, in the enthusiasm of his argument, swung into a similar position, and so they sat, both hammering on the board between them.
"Well, I would like to see that d.a.m.ned claim agent offer me fifteen dollars for that filly," said Blount. "I might take fifty, for the sake of the road; but fifteen--"
"Well, what would you do?"
"Well, by G.o.d, sir, if I saw that claim agent--"
"Well, by G.o.d, sir, _I"m_ that claim agent; and I _do_ offer you fifteen dollars for that filly, right now!"
"What! You--"
"Yes, me!"
"Fifteen dollars!"
"Yes, sir, fifteen dollars."
Colonel Blount burst into a sudden song--"On _Jor_dan"s strand I"ll _take_ my stand!" he began.
"It"s all she"s worth," interrupted the claim agent.
Blount fairly gasped. "Do you mean to tell me," said he, in forced calm, "that you are this claim agent?"
"I have told you. That"s the way I make my living. That"s my duty."
"Your duty to give me fifteen dollars for a Himyah filly?"
"I said fifteen."
"And I said fifty."
"You don"t get it."
"I don"t, eh? Say, my friend"--Blount pushed the gla.s.ses away, his choler rising at the temerity of this, the only man who in many a year had dared to confront him. "You look here. Write me a check for fifty; an" write it now." With a sudden whip of his hand he reached behind him.
Like a flash he pulled a long revolver from its holster. Eddring gazed into the round aperture of the muzzle and certain surrounding apertures of the cylinder. "Write me a check," said Blount, slowly, "and write it for fifty. I may tear it up when I get it--I don"t care fifty cents for it--but you write it!"
The eyes of the two met, and which were the braver man it had been hard to tell. Neither flinched. Eddring returned a gaze as direct as that which he received. The florid face back of the barrel held a gleam of half-admiration at witnessing his deliberation. The claim agent"s eye did not falter.
"You said fifty dollars, Colonel Blount," said he, just a suggestion of a smile at the corner of his mouth. "Don"t you think there has been a slight misunderstanding between us two? If you are so blamed particular and really _want_ a check for fifty, why, here it is." He busied himself a moment, and pa.s.sed over a strip of paper. Even as he did so, the ire of Colonel Blount cooled as suddenly as it had gained warmth. A sudden contrition sat on his face, and he crowded the paper into his pocket with an air half shamed-faced.
"Sir--Mr. Eddring--" he began, falteringly.
"Well, what do you want? You"ve got your check, and you"ve got the railroad. We"ve paid our little debt to you."
"Sir," said Blount. "My friend--why, sir, here is your julep."
"To h.e.l.l with your julep, sir."
"My friend," said Blount, flushing. "You serve me right. I am forgetting my duties as a gentleman. I asked you into my house."