"Enright goes over to the side of the street, counts "one," "two,"
"three," an" drops his hat. Bangety! Bang! Bang! goes the rifles like the roll of a drum. Cherokee can work a Winchester like one of these yere Yankee "larm-clocks, an" that Red Dog hold-up don"t seem none behind.
"About the fifth fire the Red Dog man sorter steps for"ard an" drops his gun; an" after standin" onsteady for a second, he starts to cripplin" down at his knees. At last he comes ahead on his face like a landslide. Thar"s two bullets plumb through his lungs, an" when we gets to him the red froth is comin" outen his mouth some plenteous.
"We packs him back into the Red Light an" lays him onto a monte- table. Bimeby he comes to a little an" Peets asks him whatever he thinks he wants.
""I wants you-alls to take off my moccasins an" pack me into the street," says the Red Dog man. "I ain"t allowin" for my old mother in Missoury to be told as how I dies in no gin-mill, which she sh.o.r.ely "bominates of "em. An" I don"t die with no boots on, neither."
"We-alls packs him back into the street ag"in, an" pulls away at his boots. About the time we gets "em off he sags back convulsive, an"
thar he is as dead as Santa Anna.
""What sort of a game is this, anyhow?" says Dan Boggs, who, while we stands thar, has been pawin" over the Red Dog man"s rifle. "Looks like this vivacious party"s plumb locoed. Yere"s his hind-sights wedged up for a thousand yards, an" he"s been a-shootin" of cartridges with a hundred an" twenty grains of powder into "em.
Between the sights an" the jump of the powder, he"s shootin" plumb over Cherokee an" aimin" straight at him."
""Nellie," says Enright, lookin" remorseful at the girl, who colors up an" begins to cry ag"in, "did you cold-deck this yere Red Dog sport this a-way?"
""I"m "fraid," sobs Nell, "he gets Cherokee; so I slides over when you-alls is waitin" an" fixes his gun some."
""Which I should sh.o.r.ely concede you did," says Enright. "The way that Red Dog gent manip"lates his weepon shows he knows his game; an" except for you a-settin" things up on him, I"m powerful afraid he"d spoiled Cherokee a whole lot."
""Well, gents," goes on Enright, after thinkin" a while, "I reckons we-alls might as well drink on it. Hist"ry never shows a game yet, an" a woman in it, which is on the squar", an" we meekly b"ars our burdens with the rest.""
CHAPTER IX.
CHEROKEE HALL.
"An" you can"t schedoole too much good about him," remarked the Old Cattleman. Here he threw away the remnant of the principe, and, securing his pipe, beat the ashes there-out and carefully reloaded with cut plug. Inevitably the old gentleman must smoke. His tone and air as he made the remark quoted were those of a man whose convictions touching the one discussed were not to be shaken. "No, sir," he continued; "when I looks back"ard down the trail of life, if thar"s one gent who aforetime holds forth in Wolfville on whom I reflects with satisfaction, it"s this yere Cherokee Hall."
"To judge from his conduct," I said, "in the hard case of the Wilkins girl, as well as his remark as she left on the stage, I should hold him to be a person of sensibilities as well as benevolent impulse."
It was my purpose to coax the old gentleman to further reminiscence.
"Benev"lent!" retorted the old man. "Which I should sh.o.r.e admit it!
What he does for this yere young Wilkins female ain"t a marker.
Thar"s the Red Dog man he lets out. Thar"s the Stingin" Lizard"s nephy; he stakes said yooth from infancy. "Benev"lent!" says you.
This party Cherokee is that benev"lent he"d give away a poker hand.
I"ve done set an" see him give away his hand in a jack-pot for two hundred dollars to some gent "cross the table who"s organizin" to go ag"in him an" can"t afford to lose. An" you can onderscore it; a winnin" poker hand, an" him holdin" it, is the last thing a thoroughbred kyard-sharp"ll give away. But as I says, I sees this Cherokee do it when the opp"sition is settin" in hard luck an"
couldn"t stand to lose.
"How would he give his hand away? Throw it in the diskyard an" not play it none; jest nacherally let the gent who"s needy that a-way rake in the chips on the low hand. Cherokee mebby does it this fashion so"s he don"t wound the feelin"s of this yere victim of his gen"rosity. Thar"s folks who turns sens"tive an" ain"t out to take alms none, who"s feelin"s he spar"s that a-way by losin" to "em at poker what they declines with scorn direct. ""Benev"lent," is the way you puts it! Son, "benev"lent" ain"t the word. This sport Cherokee Hall ain"t nothin" short of char"table.
"Speakin" wide flung an" onrestrained, Cherokee, as I mentions to you before, is the modestest, decentest longhorn as ever shakes his antlers in Arizona. He is slim an" light, an" a ondoubted kyard- sharp from his moccasins up. An" I never knows him to have a peso he don"t gamble for. Nothin" common, though; I sees him one night when he sets ca"mly into some four-handed poker, five thousand dollars table stake, an" he"s sanguine an" hopeful about landin" on his feet as a Cimmaron sheep. Of course times is plenty flush in them days, an" five thousand don"t seem no sech mammoth sum. Trade is eager an"
values high; aces-up frequent callin" for five hundred dollars before the draw. Still we ain"t none of us makin" cigarettes of no sech roll as five thousand. The days ain"t quite so halcyon as all that neither.
"But what I likes speshul in Cherokee Hall is his jedgement. He"s every time right. He ain"t talkin" much, an" he ain"t needin" advice neither, more"n a steer needs a saddle-blanket. But when he concloodes to do things, you can gamble he"s got it plenty right.
"One time this Cherokee an" Texas Thompson is comin" in from Tucson on the stage. Besides Cherokee an" Texas, along comes a female, close-herdin" of two young-ones; which them infants might have been t"rant"lers an" every one a heap happier. Sorter as range-boss of the whole out. fit is a lean gent in a black coat. Well, they hops in, an" Cherokee gives "em the two back seats on account of the female an" the yearlin"s.
""My name is Jones," says the gent in the black coat, when he gets settled back an" the stage is goin", I an" I"m an exhortin"
evangelist. I plucks brands from the burnin"."
""I"m powerful glad to know it," says Texas, who likes talk. "Them games of chance which has vogue in this yere clime is some various, an" I did think I sh.o.r.ely tests "em all; but if ever the device you names is open in Wolfville I overlooks the same complete."
""Pore, sinkin" soul!" says the black-coat gent to the female; "he"s a-flounderin" in the mire of sin. Don"t you know," he goes on to Texas, "my perishin" friend, you are bein" swept downward in the river of your own sinful life till your soul will be drowned in the abyss?"
""Well, no," says Texas, "I don"t. I allows I"m makin" a mighty dry ford of it."
""Lost! lost! lost!" says the black-coat gent, a-leanin" back like he"s plumb dejected that a-way an" hopeless. "It is a stiff-necked gen"ration an" sorely perverse a lot."
"The stage jolts along two or three miles, an" nothin" more bein"
said. The black-coat gent he groans occasionally, which worries Texas; an" the two infants, gettin" restless, comes tumblin" over onto Cherokee an" is searchin" of his pockets for mementoes. Which this is about as refreshin" to Cherokee as bein" burned at the stake. But the mother she leans back an" smiles, an" of course he"s plumb he"pless. Finally the black. coat gent p"ints in for another talk.
""What is your name, my pore worm?" says the black-coat gent, addressin" of Texas; "an" whatever avocation has you an" your lost companion?"
"I Why," says Texas, "this yere"s Hall--Cherokee Hall. He turns faro in the Red Light; an"," continues Texas, a-lowerin" of his voice, "he"s as squar" a gent as ever counted a deck. Actooally, pard, you might not think it, but all that gent knows about settin" up kyards, or dealin" double, or anv sech sinful scheme, is mere tradition."
""Brother," says the female, bristlin" up an" tacklin" the black- coat gent, "don"t talk to them persons no more. Them"s gamblers, an"
mighty awful men;" an" with that she s.n.a.t.c.hes away the yearlin"s like they"s contam"nated.
"This is relief to Cherokee, but the young-ones howls like coyotes, an" wants to come back an" finish pillagin" him. But the mother she spanks "em, an" when Texas is goin" to give "em some cartridges outen his belt to amoose "em, she sa.s.ses him scand"lous, an" allows she ain"t needin" no attentions from him. Then she snorts at Texas an" Cherokee contemptuous. The young-ones keeps on yellin" in a mighty onmelodious way, an" while Cherokee is ca"m an" don"t seem like he minds it much, Texas gets some nervous. At last Texas lugs out a bottle, aimin" to compose his feelins", which they"s some harrowed by now.
""Well, I never!" shouts the woman; "I sh.o.r.ely sees inebriates ere now, but at least they has the decency not to pull a bottle that a- way
before a lady." "This stampedes Texas complete, an" he throws the whiskey
outen the stage an" don"t get no drink. "It"s along late in the mornin" when the stage strikes the upper end of Apache Canyon. This yere canyon
is lately reckoned some bad. Nothin" ever happens on the line, but
them is the days when Cochise is cavortin" "round plenty loose, an"
it"s mighty possible to stir up Apaches any time a-layin" in the hills
along the trail to Tucson. If they ever gets a notion to stand up the stage, they"s sh.o.r.e due to be in this canyon; wherefore Cherokee an" Texas an" Old Monte who"s drivin" regards it s"picious. ""Send "em through on the jump, Monte," says Cherokee, stickin" out his head. "The six hosses lines out at a ten-mile gait, which rattles things, an" makes the black-coat gent sigh, while the young-ones pours forth some appallin" shrieks. The female gets speshul mad at this, allowin"
they"s playin" it low down on her fam"ly. But she takes it out in cuffin" the yearlin"s now an" then, jest to keep "em yellin", an"
don"t say nothin". "Which the stage is about half through the canyon, when up on both sides a select a.s.sortment of Winchesters begins to bang an" jump permiscus; the same goin" hand-in-hand with whoops of onusual merit. With the first shot Old Monte pours the leather into the team, an" them hosses surges into the collars like cyclones. "It"s lucky aborigines ain"t no shots. They never yet gets the phelosophy of a
hind sight none, an" generally you can"t reach their bullets with a ten-foot pole, they"s that high above your head. The only thing as
gets. .h.i.t this time is Texas. About the beginnin", a little cloud of dust flies outen the shoulder of his coat, his face turns pale, an"
Cherokee knows he"s creased. ""Did they get you, Old Man?" says Cherokee, some anxious. ""No," says Texas, tryin" to brace himse"f.
"I"ll be
on velvet ag"in in a second. I now longs, however, for that whiskey I hurls overboard so graceful." "The Apaches comes tumblin" down onto the trail an" gives chase, a-shootin" an" a-yellin" a heap zealous. As they"s on foot, an" as Old Monte is makin" fifteen miles an hour by now, they merely manages to hold their own in the race, about forty yards to the r"ar.