"You won"t, eh, you--?" he panted, foaming a little himself. "You won"t, eh? Try that! Maybe that"ll persuade you!" And holding the long blue sixshooter by its barrel, he struck the roan heavily with the b.u.t.t just behind the eyes. Immediately the roan stood stock-still and slowly closed his eyes. A less strong-hearted horse would have sunk to the ground. But the superintendent was blind now to the pa.s.s to which he had brought his mount.
"Maybe that"ll persuade you! Maybe that--" He mouthed the words thickly and would have struck again.
But just then Blue Jeans struck him.
Blue Jeans took his gun away from him. How weak is that poor word!
Took? It would not have been so simple a recital had not the weapon been reversed in the superintendent"s hand for the hazing of the roan.
The train would have been treated otherwise to a bit of the real West indeed, for the superintendent was beyond all sane thought or discretion. Blue Jeans took his gun away from him. As the superintendent would have thrust it into his face to fire he struck the out-stretched wrist with the edge of his stiffened hand, and it fell to the ground.
Then Blue Jeans took the superintendent from the saddle.
And now the train rocked and roared. This was not novelty, but it was good. This was what they had come West to see, but better--better!
Better fifty times over than the tame affair which the world"s championship heavy-weight bout at Denver had turned out to be. This was a fight. You said it--a fight!
The superintendent fought with wasteful fury; Blue Jeans with a cold hatred of his cruelty--a cold and bitter hatred of his opulence. The superintendent struck him once with a wild, wide swing. Once--only once. For he hugged to the superintendent after that and those wild swings went past. And he jabbed! And jabbed! And jabbed!
After a while the foeman would have clinched, but Blue Jeans prevented that. That would not do; the superintendent was heavy and he was slight. So from a position always before his own face his fists battered the other man"s features blank. And he tore that new shirt, and trampled on the thirty dollar hat; and the chaps grew old and dingy from constant falling and rising.
Later the superintendent rose less readily; later still he did not rise at all. Then Blue Jeans watered his horse for him and led it where he lay. With a heave he tossed the once pretty puncher into the saddle,--he was pretty no longer. He returned his gun. But he broke that weapon and extracted the sh.e.l.ls before he gave it back.
"There it is," he told the beaten man, and instantly a light leaped to the half-closed eyes.
Blue Jeans read it.
"Oh, it ain"t loaded. See!" And he flung afar the handful of cartridges.
"It ain"t loaded, and don"t you load it, either. Don"t you try to load it, till you"re out of sight. Don"t you even think to try to load it.
If you do--if you do--"
He went back to his seat on the timber.
And the train rocked no more. It became instead loquacious.
"Didn"t I tell you?" it demanded. "Didn"t I say so, the minute I spotted that moving-picture scenery! You didn"t think real cowboys dolled up like that, did you? You did? My Gawd! But that other bird--look at him! Sure--smoking his cigarette as if nothing had happened. Bet he rolls "em with one hand! Bet he rolls "em with one hand, going at a gallop! And dressed for business all the while!
Gentlemen, you"re looking at a cowboy!"
And the wise one--the one who had been in Cheyenne during Frontier Week--capped it all, nonchalantly. He"d never hoped to have such a happy chance to display his vocabulary.
"One bad hombre," he declared. "One bad hombre!"
Oh, but they were loquacious! They forgot the heat and delay; they would have risen to a man and gone out to him who sat, back toward them, on the timber base of the tank, only they were afraid that the train might pull out without them. So they had to be content with watching him while they continued to tell each other what good offhand judges of human nature they were.
Not so, however, in the private car at the end of the row of coaches.
No noise had come from its occupants during even the worst, or the best, of it. First tense attention and then when it was over and the superintendent had ridden away, three pairs of eyes which, turned upon each other, were startled, questioning.
One of the men was tall and fat, and prosperous to the casual eye, as he most surely must have been offensive to the fastidious. One of them was short and fat, with pointed ears that made him look quite fox-faced. And the other was a reporter. From his appearance one would have said I hope, and truly, that only pursuit of his calling could have brought him in such company.
These three, then, sat for a time and looked eloquently at each other.
They were not loquacious about it, not verbally; and finally the tall fat one heaved himself from his seat.
"I"ve got a hunch," he declared, "and G.o.d never forgives a man who doesn"t ride one." Certainly he was a strange person to be mentioning G.o.d so complacently.
"Pull the bell cord if that fool engineer tries to start without me."
And he left the car.
So presently another shadow fell athwart Blue Jeans" lap. He did not bother to raise his head this time, however; he was nursing a bruised hand and craved solitude. The fat man stood and looked down at him until he realized that the other was likely never to look up, unless he did something besides impose his plainly unwelcome presence upon him.
Therefore he cleared his throat--"hm-m-m."
"Don"t hm-m-m me," snarled Blue Jeans promptly. "And get out of my light."
In his own way the huge man was a genius, for surely nothing else could have accomplished it.
"Warm, isn"t it?" he commented; and at that inanity Blue Jeans raised his head.
The huge man had his first fair view of the other"s fine hard youth; and while he observed the self-possessed eyes and long nose, acquisitive and courageous, Blue Jeans devoted the interval to a counter-scrutiny. He scanned the newcomer from head to foot, silk hose and hair-line suit and expensive panama. The rings upon those pudgy fingers held longest his wandering eye, the blue-white fortune in the burnt-orange cravat. But all this seemed to kindle no approval.
"Prosperous!" he muttered bitterly. "Prosperous! And yet I don"t hate you like I did that superintendent. Just as much maybe, but not just the same. . . . Go away!"
But the huge man smiled and stood his ground until finally Blue Jeans slanted his head at him, wickedly, and fell to talking again.
"I could pluck that stone from out your tie _that_ easy!" And his voice held no a.s.surance that he would not act upon his words. "Just as easy! Yes, and I could beat you over the head with my gun--oh, sure I"ve got one!--just like he beat that roan horse, and strip your pockets and be clean away before one of those"--he nodded over his shoulder at the train--"could think to call for help. And thinking to call for help would come quicker to them than thinking to help without calling. And Girl o" Mine would carry me clear in five minutes."
He paused remorselessly, as if to let this sink in, but out of the silence, "I don"t scare easily," the huge man said.
"Pshaw! I"m not telling you to try to scare you," Blue Jeans scoffed.
"I"m telling myself how simple it could be--and wondering why I don"t do it!"
"I can tell you that," answered the Easterner. "Because you"re honest."
But that was not subtle, and he realized the flattery had been ill-chosen, even before Blue Jeans flared, which was almost instantaneously.
"Don"t you tell me I"m honest! Don"t you dare even hint I am! It"s honesty brought me here."
The huge man laughed gently. He"d made one mistake; few could accuse him of repeating in stupidity. He took accurate stock of the symptoms; set his sights upon what he surmised must be the bull"s-eye of Blue Jeans" discontent; waited a nicely balanced moment, and fired.
"How," he inquired in a tone both mild and unsensational, "how would you like to earn two hundred dollars?"
But the shot did not take effect as he had expected it to. Instead of snapping back Blue Jeans" curly head sank a little lower. Though his inward start at the query had been great his outward display of emotion was scarcely visible. For perceiving that this was a deliberate attempt to arouse his interest, he dissembled it and exhibited no interest at all.
"I balk at murder," he replied with careful indifference and no flicker of jocularity. "And it would have to be that, to earn that much money.
Two hundred dollars is a fortune; so"s one; so"s fifty. But I"m kind of particular that way--though the offer is liberal--it is so! I admit that, but I--"
He would have gone on rambling had not the other stopped him.
"Sure, it"s a nice bunch of coin." And then, daring to be facetious himself, though adhering still to his admirable and just-formed plan of not disclosing too much at once:
"You"d not have to kill him, you know. Half of what you did to your friend on the roan horse would be plenty and to spare."