CHAPTER XIV.
THE RIVAL DANCE-HALLS.
It was sweet and cool after the rain, and the Old Cattleman and I, moved by an admiration for the open air which was mutual, found ourselves together on the porch.
As in part recompense for his reminiscences of the several days before, I regaled my old friend with the history of a bank-failure, the details as well as the causes of which were just then forcing themselves upon me in the guise of business.
"The fact is," I said, as I came to the end of my story, "the fact is, the true cause of this bank"s downfall was a rivalry--what one might call a business feud--which grew into being between it and a similar inst.i.tution which had opened as its neighbor. In the compet.i.tion which fell out they fairly cut each other"s throat. They both failed."
"An" I takes it," remarked the Old Cattleman in comment, "one of these yere trade dooels that a-way goes on vindictive an"
remorseless, same as if it"s a personal fight between cow-folks over cattle."
"Quite right," I said. "Money is often more cruel than men; and a business vendetta is frequently mere murder without the incident of blood. I don"t suppose the life of your Arizona town would show these trade wars. It would take Eastern--that is, older--conditions, to provoke and carry one on."
"No," replied the old gentleman, with an air of retrospection, "I don"t recall nothin" of the sort in Wolfville. We"re too much in a huddle, anyway; thar ain"t room for no sech fracas, no how. Now the nearest we-alls comes to anythin" of the kind is when the new dance- hall starts that time.
"Which I reckons," continued the Old Cattle. man, as he began arranging a smoke, "which I now reckons this yere is the only catyclism in trade Wolfville suffers; the only time it comes to what you-all Eastern sports would call a showdown in commerce. Of course thar"s the laundry war, but that"s between females an" don"t count.
Females--while it"s no sorter doubt they"s the n.o.blest an" most exhilaratin" work of their Redeemer--is nervous that a-way, an" due any time to let their ha"r down their backs, emit a screech, an"
claw an" lay for each other for luck. An", as I says, if you confines the festivities to them females engaged, an" prevents the men standin" in on the play, it"s sh.o.r.e to wind up in sobs an"
forgiveness, an" tharfore it don"t go.
"As I says, what I now relates is the only industrial trouble I recalls in Wolfville. I allers remembers it, "cause, bein" as how I knows the party who"s the aggravatin" cause tharof, it mortifies me the way he jumps into camp an" carries on.
"When I sees him first is ages before, when I freights with eight mules over the Old Fort Bascome trail from Vegas to the Panhandle.
This sharp--which he"s a tenderfoot at the time, but plumb wolf by nacher-trails up to me in the Early Rose Saloon in Vegas one day, an" allows he"d like to make a deal an" go projectin" over into the Panhandle country with me for a trip. "Freightin" that a-way three weeks alone on the trail is some harrowin" to the sperits of a gent who loves company like me, so I agrees, an" no delay to it.
"Which I"m yere to mention I regrets later I"m that easy I takes this person along. Not that he turns hostile, but he"s allers havin"
adventures, an" things keeps happenin" to him; an" final, I thinks he"s sh.o.r.ely dead an" gone complete--the same, as I afterward learns, bein" error; an", takin" it up one trail an" down another, that trip breaks me offen foolin" with shorthorns complete, an" I don"t go near "em for years, more"n if they"s stingin" lizards.
"Whatever does this yere maverick do to me? Well, nothin" much to me personal; but he keeps a-breedin" of events which pesters me.
"We"re out about four days when them mishaps begins. I camps over one sun on the Concha to rest my mules. I"m loaded some heavy with six thousand pounds in the lead, an" mebby four thousand pounds in the trail wagon; an" I stops a day to give my stock a chance to roll an" breathe an" brace up. My off-wheel mule--a reg"lar shave-tail-- is bad med"cine. Which he"s not only eager to kick towerists an"
others he takes a notion ag"inst; but he"s likewise what you-alls calls a kleptomaniac, an" is out to steal an" sim"lar low-down plays.
"I warns this yere tenderfoot--his name"s Smith, but I pulls on him when conversin" as "Colonel"--I warns this shorthorn not to fuss "round my Jerry mule, bein", as I states, a mule whose mood is ornery.
""Don"t go near him, Colonel," says I; "an" partic"lar don"t go crowdin" "round to get no r"ar views of him. You-all has no idee of the radius of that mule; what you might call his sweep. You never will till he"s kicked you once or twice, an" the information ain"t worth no sech price. So I don"t reckon I"d fool with him, none whatever.
""An" speshul, Colonel," I goes on, for I sh.o.r.e aims to do my dooty by him, "don"t lay nothin" "round loose where this yere Jerry mule can grab it off. I"m the last freighter on the Plains to go slanderin" an" detractin" of a pore he"pless mule onless it"s straight; but if you-all takes to leavin" keepsakes an" mementoes layin" about casooal an" careless that a-way, Jerry"ll eat "em; an"
the first you saveys your keepsakes is within Jerry"s interior, an"
thar you be.
""The fact is, stranger, this Jerry mule"s a thief," I says. "If he"s a human, Jerry would be lynched. But otherwise he"s a sincere, earnest mule; an up hill or at a quicksand crossin" Jerry goes into his collar like a lion; so I forgives him bein" a thief an" allows it"s a peccadillo."
""Well, you bet!" says this tenderfoot Colonel, "this yere Jerry better not come no peccadillos on me."
""If you-all maintains about twenty feet," I replies, "between Jerry"s hind-Hocks an" you; an" if you keeps your bric-a-brac in your war-bags, you an" Jerry"ll get along like lambs. Now, I warns you, an" that"s got to do. If Jerry an" you gets tangled up yereafter you-all ain"t goin" to harbor no revenges ag"in him, nor make no ranikaboo plays to get even."
"As I states, I"m camped on the Concha, an" the Colonel, who"s allers out to try experiments an" new deals, puts it up he"ll go down to the river an" take a swim. Tharupon he lines out for the water.
"Jerry"s hangin" about camp--for he"s sorter a pet mule--allowin"
mebby I submits a ham-rind or some sech delicacy to him to chew on; an" he hears the Colonel su"gest he"ll swim some. So when the Colonel p"ints for the Concha, Jerry sa"nters along after, figgerin", mighty likely, as how he"ll pa.s.s the hour a-watchin" the Colonel swim.
"I"m busy on flapjacks at the time--which flapjacks is sh.o.r.e good food--an" I don"t observe nothln" of Jerry nor the Colonel neither.
They"s away half an hour when I overhears ejac"lations, though I can"t make out no words. I don"t have to get caught in no landslide to tumble to a game, an" I"m aware at once that Jerry an" the Colonel has got their destinies mixed.
"Nacherally, I goes over to the held of strife, aimin" to save Jerry, or save the Colonel, whichever has the other down. When I bursts on the scene, the Colonel starts for me, splutterin" an"
makin" noises an" p"intin" at Jerry, who stands thar with an air of innocence. The Colonel"s upper lip hangs down queer, like an ant- eater"s, an" he can"t talk. It"s all mighty amazin".
""What"s all this toomult about?" I says.
"The short of the riot is this: The Colonel goes in for a swim, an"
he lays out his false teeth that a-way on a stone. When he comes for his teeth they"s sh.o.r.ely gone, an" thar stands Jerry puttin" it on he"s asleep. Them teeth is filed away in Jerry.
"Which the Colonel raves "round frightful, an" wants to kill Jerry an" amputate him, an" scout for the teeth. But I won"t have it. I"m goin" to need Jerry down further on the quicksand fords of the Canadian; an", as I explains, them teeth is a wreck by now, an" no good if he get"s "em ag"in; Jerry munchin" of his food powerful.
"After a while I rounds up the Colonel an" herds him back to camp.
Jerry has sh.o.r.e sawed off a sore affliction on that tenderfoot when he takes in them teeth; I can see that. His lip hangs like a blacksmith"s ap.r.o.n, an" he can"t talk a little bit; jest makes signs or motions, like he"s Injun or deef.
"It"s mebby two weeks later when Jerry gets another shot at the Colonel. It"s the evenin" after the night Jerry sneaks into camp, soft-foot as a coyote, noses open the grub-box, an" eats five bottles of whiskey; all we has. We"ve pitched camp, an" I"ve hobbled this Jerry mule an" his mate--the other wheeler--an" throwed "em loose, an" is busy hobblin" my nigh-swing mule, when trouble begins fomentin" between my tenderfoot an" Jerry.
"The fact is it"s done fomented. This Colonel, bein" some heated about that whiskey, an" plumb sore on Jerry on account of them teeth, allows to himse"f he"ll take a trace-chain an" warp Jerry once for luck.
"If this yere tenderfoot had been free with me, an" invited me into his confidence touchin" his designs, I"d took a lariat an" roped an"
throwed Jerry for him, an" tied the felon down, an" let the Colonel wallop him an hour or so: but the Colonel"s full of variety that a- way, or mebby he thinks I"ll side with Jerry. Anyhow, he selects a trace-chain, an", without sayin" a word, dances all cautious towards his prey. Which this is relaxation for Jerry.
[drawing of Jerry kicking the Colonel with caption: "That he"pless shorthorn stops both heels.]
"While that Colonel tenderfoot is a rod away, Jerry turns his tail some sudden in his direction, an" the next instant that he"pless shorthorn stops both heels some"ers about the second b.u.t.ton of his shirt. That settles it; the Colonel"s an invalid immediate. I sh.o.r.ely has a time with him that night.
"The next day he can"t walk, an" he can"t ride in the wagon "cause of the jolts. It all touches my heart, an" at last I ups an" make a hammock outen a Navajo blanket, which is good an" strong, an" swings the Colonel to the reach of the trail wagon.
"It"s mostly a good scheme. Where the ground"s level the Colonel comes on all right; but now an" then, when a wheel slumps into a rut, the Colonel can"t he"p none but smite the ground where he"s the lowest, an" it all draws groans an" laments from him a heap.
"One time, when the Colonel"s agony makes him groan speshul strong, I sees Jerry bat his eyes like he enjoys it; an" then Jerry mentions somethin" to his mate over the chain. We"re trottin" along the trail at the time, an", bein" he"s the nigh-wheeler--which is the saddle- mule of a team--I"m ridin" Jerry"s compadre, an" when I notes how Jerry is that joyous about it I reaches across an" belts him some abrupt between the y"ears with the b.u.t.t of a shot-filled black- snake. It rather lets the whey outen Jerry"s glee, an" he don"t get so much bliss from that tenderfoot"s misfortunes as he did.
"It goes along all right ontil I swings down to the crossin" of the Canadian. It"s about fourth-drink time in the afternoon, an" I"m allowin" to ford the Canadian that evenin" an" camp on t"other side.
The river is high an" rapid from rain some"ers back on its head waters, an" it"s wide an" ugly. It ain"t more"n four foot deep, but the bottom is quicksand, an" that false, if I lets my wagons stop ten seconds anywhere between bank an" bank, I"m goin" to be shy wagons at the close. I"ll be lucky if I win out the mules. It"s sh.o.r.e a hard, swift crossin".
"I swings down, as I says, to the river"s aige with my mind filled up about the rush I"ve got to make. It"s go through on the run or bog down. First I settles in my saddle, gives the outfit the word, an" then, pourin" the whip into the two leaders, I sends the whole eight into the water on the jump. The river is runnin" like a scared wolf, an" the little lead mules hardly touches bottom.
"As the trail wagon takes the water, an" the two leaders is plumb in to the y"ears, a howl develops to the r"ar. It"s my pore tenderfoot in his hammock onder the trail wagon. He shrieks as the water gets to him; an" it all hits me like a bullet, for I plumb overlooks him, thinkin" of that quicksand crossin".
"It"s sh.o.r.e too late now; I"m in, an" I can"t stop. To make things more complex, as the water cuts off the tenderfoot"s yell like puffin" out a candle, a little old black mule, which is my off- p"inter, loses his feet an" goes down. I pours the leather into the team the harder, an" the others soars into their collars an" drug my black p"inter with "em; only he"s onder water. Of course I allows both the black p"inter an" the Colonel"s sh.o.r.ely due to drown a whole lot.