Wolfville

"Everybody shouts "Aye!"

""Which the "Ayes" has it unanimous," says Enright. "The Yallerhouse party has the smallpox, an" the next chicken on the parliamentary roost is the question: "Whatever is to be done to make this yere malady a success?" Is thar any su"gestions?"

""Mister Pres"dent," says Texas Thompson, risin" in his place, "I"ve done took no hand in these proceedin"s so far, through ignorance of the purposes of this yere convocation. Said purposes bein" now for the first time lined out all right in my mind, an" the question bein", "What"s to be done with our captive?" I asks your indulgence.

My first idee is that our dooty an" our path is plain; the same bein" simply to take a lariat an" hang this Yallerhouse person to the dance-hall windmill; but this course, on second thought, seems prematoor an" the offsprings of nacheral impulse. Still, somethin"

must be done; an" while my mind is by no means cl"ar, I su"gests we turn the gent over to Jack Moore, which is the marshal hereof, to ride herd on him till further orders; an" I makes a motion to that effect."

""Seconds the motion!" says Short Creek Dave.

""You don"t have to put that motion, Mister Pres"dent," says Jack; "I"ve been cirelin" the idee some myse"f, an" I reckons it"s my dooty to take charge of this Yallerhouse gent. You can bet anythin"

which gets sawed onto me as my dooty goes, an" don"t make no doubt about it. Yere"s how I trails out on this: If it ain"t my dooty to take care of this person, whose dooty is it? "Tain"t n.o.body"s.

Tharfore I plays the hand."

""Which the same bein" eminent satisfactory," says Dave Tutt, risin", as if he thinks of somethin" speshul, "I now inquires whether this yere is held decisive of them bets I makes with Boggs.

I holdin", meanwhile, contrary views emphatic."

""This bein" a question of priv"lege," says Enright, "the chair will answer it. These proceedin"s decides your bets with Boggs, an" the barkeep pays Boggs the dinero. This is a gov"ment of the people, for the people, by the people, an" founded on a vox populi bluff. The voice of the majority goes. You tharfore lose your bets to Boggs; drinks on Boggs, of course. Thar is another matter," continues Enright, "a bet we overlooks. Takin" care of this Yallerhouse gent will cost a stack or two, an" means must be provided. I tharfore makes as an order that yereafter thar"s to be a rake on tens-up or better, showed, to make a fund to back this play; said rake to go ontil Mister Moore reports said Yallerhouse gent as safe or ceased to be."

"Jack takes this Yallerhouse party over to the calaboose an" lays him away on some blankets. The calaboose is dry, an" what you-alls might call, commodious. It"s a slam-up camp; yes indeed! Never has but Steve Stevenson in it. Puts Steve in one night when he"s dead- drunk. The calaboose is new then, an" we-alls is that proud an"

anxious to try it an" put it to some use, we couldn"t resist, so in Steve goes.

"About four hours later Steve comes back up to the Red Light, hotter"n a burnt boot. Seems like he comes to, an" is that outraged an" indignant about bein" corralled that a-way, he busts the corner outen the calaboose an" issues forth a whole lot to find who does it.

"When he comes into the Red Light he revives himse"f with a drink, an" then inquires whether it"s humorous, or do we mean it? Seein"

how speshul low Steve takes it, we-alls allows it"s a joke; an"

Steve, while he evident feels some fretted, concloods to let it go at that.

"But on account of the hole through which Steve emerges, an" which he makes liberal an" big, the calaboose is a mighty commodious place. So Jack beds down the Yallerhouse man all right an" starts in to bringin" him through. The rest of us don"t crowd "round none to watch the play, don"t hover over it that a-way, "cause we ain"t aimin" to acquire nothin" ourse"fs.

"Jack has a heap of trouble an" worry. Never sees no smallpox do you? Folks locoed most usual,--clean off up in the air an" pitchin"

on their ropes. Of course the Yallerhouse gent has all he needs.

That rake on tens-up them days would have took care of a fam"ly. But he keeps Jack herdin" him all the time. Otherwise, not bein"

watched, an" crazy that a-way, he"s liable to come stampedin" over to the Red Light, or some"ers else, any time, an" skeer us up some.

""He"s a world-beater," says Jack one day, when he comes over for a drink. "He"s sh.o.r.ely four kings an" an ace. You can"t ride him with buckin"-straps an" a Spanish bit. It"s got so now--his disease bein"

at a crisis like--that I simply has to be with this Yallerhouse party day an" night. He"d sh.o.r.ely lay waste this camp if I didn"t."

"At last the Yallerhouse party an" Jack somehow beats the smallpox, but Yallerhouse comes out shy an eye. The smallpox gouges it out one of them times when Jack ain"t lookin" out his game sharp. It"s his pistol eye, too; which makes him feel the loss more keen, an"

creates general sympathy. The Yallerhouse man gets some morose over it, which ain"t, after all, onnacheral. A gent ain"t got so many eyes he can afford to go short one on every little game he plays. So he finds fault with Jack a lot, an" allows if he has him back in the States he"d sue him for neglect of dooty.

""Which, I sh.o.r.ely likes that!" says Jack to the Yallerhouse party, gettin" peevish over his fault-findin". "Don"t you know it"s merely owin" to the mercy of h.e.l.l an" my watchful care, you-all ain"t bustin" your harp-strings an" raisin" all round discord among the heavenly hosts on high right now, instead of bein" safe an" well yere in Wolfville? You don"t act like a gent who saveys when he makes a winnin". S"pose you be an eye out; you"re still lookin" at things terrestrial with the other. You talks of gross neglect of dooty! Now let me inform you of somethin": You come pesterin" "round me some more an" I"ll bend a gun over your head."

""Which if it ain"t my six-shooter eye which"s out," says the Yallerhouse party, mighty ugly, "do you know what I"d do? Well, this yere would be the basis of a first-cla.s.s gun-play. You can gamble thar wouldn"t be no jim-crow marshal go pirootin" "round, losin" no eye of mine an" gettin" away with it, an" then talk of bendin" guns on me; none whatever."

"But it all preys on Jack. An" a-seein" of this Yallerhouse gent "round camp a-lookin" at him in a fault-findin" way outen his one eye sorter aggravates Jack like it"s a nightmare.

""I wouldn"t mind it so much," says Jack to me, confidential, "if this Yallerhouse gent quits a laig or an arm behind, "cause in which event we pieces him out with wood, easy. But about eyes, it"s different. An eye out is an eye out; an" that settles it."

"One day Jack can"t b"ar it no longer, an", resolvin" to end it, he walks up to the Yallerhouse party in the Red Light, all brisk an"

brief.

""It"s a rough deal on a one-eyed gent," says Jack, "an" I sh.o.r.e asks pardon an" states regrets in advance. But things has got to a show-down. I"m slowly becomin" onfit for public dooty. Now yere"s an offer, an" you can have either end. You-all can get a hoss an" a hundred dollars of me, an" pull your freight; or you can fix yourse"f with a gun an" have a mighty stirrin" an" eventful time with me right yere. As an outcome of the last, the public will have one of us to plant, an" mebby a vacancy to fill in the post of kettle-tender. Which is it, an" what do you say?"

""What for a hoss is she?" asked the Yallerhouse party.

""Which she"s a pinto," says Jack; "as excellent a paint pony as ever is roped."

""Does this yere threat you-all makes incloode a saddle an" spurs?"

asks the Yallerhouse party.

""It sh.o.r.ely does," replies Jack. "Is it a go?"

""Well," says the Yallerhouse man, after ponderin" it up one way an"

down the other, "this idee of settlin" for eyes for a hoss an" a hundred dollars is far from bein" usual with me. If I has my eye ag"in, I"d sh.o.r.ely stay an" shoot it out, an" admire to be present.

But now sech thoughts is vanity. So round up your money an" your pony at the Red Light in fifteen minutes by the watch, an" as soon as I gets a bottle filled I"m ready to go. I sh.o.r.ely should not regret leavin" an" outfit which puts folks in jail for bein" sick, an" connives by reckless an" criminal neglect of dooty at their bein" blinded for life.""

CHAPTER XIII.

JACKS UP ON EIGHTS.

"No; you can hazard your wealth a lot, thar"s no sooperst.i.tion lurkin" "round in me or my environs; none whatever. I attaches no importance to what you-all calls omens."

Somebody had undertaken a disquisition on dreams, and attempted to cite instances where the future had been indicated in these hazy visions of our sleep. This had served to turn the Old Cattleman"s train of thought upon the weird.

"Thar"s signs, of course, to which I"d sh.o.r.ely bow, not to say pay absorbin" heed. If some gent with whom I chooses to differ touchin"

some matter that"s a heap relevant at the time, ups an" reaches for his gun abrupt, it fills me full of preemonitions that the near future is mighty liable to become loaded with lead an" interest for me. Now thar"s an omen I don"t discount. But after all I ain"t consentin" to call them apprehensions of mine the froot of no sooperst.i.tion, neither. I"m merely chary; that"s all.

"It"s Cherokee Hall who is what I onhesitatin"ly describes as sooperst.i.tious. Cherokee is afflicted by more signs an" omens in carryin" on his business than an almanac. It"s a way kyardsharps gets into, I reckons; sorter grows outen their trade. Leastwise I never creeps up on one yet who ain"t bein" guided by all sorts of miracles an" warnin"s that a-way. An" sometimes it does look like they acquires a p"inter that comes to "em on straight lines. As "ll.u.s.tratin" this yere last, it returns to me some vivid how Cherokee an" Boggs gets to prophesyin" one day, an" how they calls off the play between "em so plumb c"rrect that a-way, it"s more than amazin"; it"s sinister.

"It"s a hot August day, this occasion I has in mind, an" while not possessin" one of them heat-gauges to say ackerate, I"m allowin"

it"s ridin" hard on sech weather as this. A band of us is at the post-office a-wrastlin" our letters, when in trails Cherokee Hall lookin" some moody, an" sets himse"f down on a box.

""Which you-all no doubt allows you"ll take some missives yourse"f this mornin"," says Doc Peets, a-noticin" of his gloom, an" aimin"

to p"int his idees up some other trail. Doc, himse"f, is feelin"

some gala. "Pa.s.s over them doc.u.ments for Cherokee Hall, an" don"t hold out nothin" onto us. We-alls is "way too peevish to stand any offishul gaieties to-day."

""Thar"s no one weak-minded "nough to write to me none," says Cherokee. "Which I remarks this yere phenomenon with pleasure. Mail- bags packs more grief than joy, an" I ain"t honin" for no hand in the game whatever. It"s fifteen years since I buys a stamp or gets a letter, an" all thirst tharfor is a.s.suaged complete."

""Fifteen years is sh.o.r.e a long time," says Enright, sorter to himse"f, an" then we-alls hops into our letters ag"in. Finally Cherokee breaks in once more.

"" I ain"t aimin" to invest Wolfville in no sooperst.i.tious fears,"

says Cherokee, "an" I merely chronicles as a current event how I was settin" into a little poker last night, an" three times straight I picks up "the hand the dead man held," jacks up on eights, an" it wins every time."

""Who lose to it?" asks Dan Boggs.