"Her face makes you feel she"s good people though, with her big soft eyes. They has a tired, broke-down look, like somehow she"s been packed more"n she can carry, an" has two or three notions about layin" down with the load.
"It"s mebby two weeks after Dave Tutt"s talk with Wilkins, when we"re all in the Red Light takin" our forty drops, an" Sam Enright brings up this yere Wilkins.
""It has been a question with me," he says, "how this old shorthorn and his girl manages for to make out; an" while I care none whatever for Wilkins, it ain"t no credit to a live camp like this to permit a young female to suffer, an" I pauses yere to add, it ain"t goin" to occur no more. Yesterday, allowin" to bushwhack some trooth about "em, I waits till old Wilkins drifts over to the corral, an" then I goes projectin" "round for facts. I works it plenty cunnin", an"
sorter happens up to the old man"s tepee. I calls the girl out an"
puts it up I wants to see her paw a heap on some business.
"""I wants to see him speshul,"" I says.
"""Well, he ain"t here now,"" says the girl, "so whatever"ll you do?""
"""I don"t reckon you could prance "round some an" find him for me, could you, Miss?"" I says.
""So the girl," continues Enright, "which her name is Susan, puts on her shaker an" goes stampedin" off; an" while she"s gone I injuns an" spies "round a whole lot; an", comin" down to the turn, Wilkins an" that girl ain"t got nothin" to eat. The question now is, what action does Wolfville "naugerate at a juncture sech as this?"
""What"s the matter with takin" up a donation like they does for a preacher, an" saw it onto the girl?" says Dan Boggs.
""You couldn"t open your game that a-way, nohow," says Doc Peets.
"That"s accordin" to Hoyle for sky-pilots an" missionary people; but a young female a-hoidin" of herse"f high spurns your money. Thar"s nothin" ketches me like a female of my species in distress, an" I recalls offerin" to stake a lady, who"s lost her money somehow, back in St. Looey once. This yere female was strange to me entire, but if she"d knowed me from "way back she couldn"t a-blazed up more frightful. The minute I pulls my bankroll on her, she goes cavortin"
off too hostile to talk. It takes ten minutes to get her back to the agency to hear me "pologize, an" even then she glares an" snorts like she"s liable to stampede ag"in. No; you don"t want to try an"
give this girl no money. What we-alls needs is to hunt up somethin"
for her to work at an" pay her."
""The Doc"s right," says Enright, "an" the thing is to find somethin" for this yere lady to do. Any gent with a notion on the subject can"t speak too quick."
""No party need take my remarks as personal," says Burns, who runs the Red Light, "as nothin" invidjous is intended; but I rises to say that a heap of my business is on credit. A gent comes in free an"
sociable, names his sozodont, an" gets it. If he pays cash, all right; if he wants credit, all right. "You names your day to drink, an" you names your day to pay," is my motto, as you-alls knows. This bein" troo, onder present exigences what for a scheme would it be for me to get an outfit of books,--day-books, week-books, ledgers, an" the rest of the layout,--an" let this yere maiden keep "em a whole lot? I throws this out as a su"gestion."
""I ain"t meanin" nothin" ag"inst Burns"s su"gestion," says Texas Thompson, "but in my opinion this camp ain"t ripe for keepin" books as yet. Things like that has to be come to by degrees. I"ve knowed a heap of trouble arise from keepin" books, an" as long as this yere"s a peaceful camp let"s keep it that a-way."
""That settles it," says Burns, "thar"s enough said, an" I don"t keep no books."
""You-alls present knows me," says Cherokee Hall, who, as I says previous, is turnin" faro in the Red Light, "an" most of you has met me frequent in a business way. Thar"s my game goin" every night reg"lar. Thar"s nothin" tin-horn about it. It ain"t no skin game neither. Any gent with doubts can step over an" test my box, which he"ll find all comfortable on the layout awaitin" his convenience.
It ain"t been usual for me to blow my own bazoo to any extent, an" I only does it now as bein" preliminary to the statement that my game ain"t no deadfall, an" is one as a respectable an" virchus female person could set in on with perfect safetytood to her reputation.
This yere lady in question needs light, reg"lar employment, an" I lets it fly that if she wants in on any sech deal I"ll go her a blue stack a week to hold down the chair as look-out for my game."
""Cherokee"s offer is all right," says Enright; "it"s good talk from a squar" man. Women, however, is partic"lar, an" like hosses they shies at things thar ain"t no danger in. You sees how that is; a woman don"t reason nothin", she feels an" mighty likely this young person is loaded to the gyards with sech notions ag"in gamblin" as would send her flyin" at the bare mention. The fact is, I thinks of somethin" sim"lar, but has to give it up. I figgers, first dash out o" the box, that a safe, easy trail to high ground is to give her a table an" let her deal a little stud for the boys. This yere wouldn"t be no resk, an" the rake is a sh.o.r.e thing for nine or ten dollars a night. Bein" a benev"lence, I knows the boys would set in mighty free, an" the trouble would be corraled right thar. With this yere in my mind I taps her gently about our various games when I calls for her paw; an" to put it straight, she takes it reluctant an" disgusted at the mere hint. Of course we-alls has to stand these things from woman, an" we might as well p"int up some other way an"
no time lost."
""Don"t you-alls reckon for to make a speshul rake on all poker goin", same as about that Yallerhouse gent, might be an ondefeasible way to get at the neck of this business?" says Dave Tutt. "I merely asks it as a question."
""That wouldn"t do," says Doc Peets, "but anyhow yere comes Wilkins how, an" if, as Enright says, the"re out of chuck up his way, I reckons I"ll lose a small bet to the old shorthorn ontil sech times as we devises some scheme all reg"lar."
""Howdy, Wilkins?" says Doc, mighty gay an" genial, "how"s things stackin" up?"
""Mighty ornery," says Wilkins.
""Feel like makin" a little wager this A. M.?" says Doc.
""What do you-all want to gamble at?" says Wilkins.
""Oh," says Doc, "I"m feelin" a heap careless about what I do gamble at. S"pose I goes you ten dollars"s worth of grub the Lordsburg buckboard don"t show up none to-day?"
""If I had ten dollars I"d about call you a lot on that," says Wilkins, "but I"m a pore cuss an" ain"t got no ten dollars, an"
what"s the use? None of you-alls ain"t got no Red Light whiskey- chips you ain"t usin", be you? S"pose you-alls gropes about in your war-bags an" sees. I"m needin" of a drink mighty bad."
"Old Wilkins looks some queer about the eyes, an" more"n usual shaky, so we gives him a big drink an" he sorter braces up.
""I"ll back Wilkins"s end of that bet you offers, Doc," says Tutt, "so consider it made, will you?"
""You was offerin" to bet grub," says the old man, powerful peevish an" fretful. "What for do you want to bet grub? Why don"t you bet money, so I gets what I wants with it? It"s my money when I wins.
Mebby I don"t want no grub. Mebby I wants clothes or whiskey. You ain"t no sport, Doc, to tie up a play with a string like that. Gimme another drink some one, I"m most dyin" for some."
"The old man "pears like he"s mighty sick that a-way, so thar"s nothin" for it but to give him another hooker, which we does accordin".
""I"m feelin" like I was shot hard by somethin"," he says, "an" I don"t like for to go home till I"m better, an" scare Sue. I reckon I"ll camp down on this yere monte table for an hour till I comes "round."
"So Wilkins curls up on the table, an" no one notices him for about twenty minutes, when along comes rattlin" up the Lordsburg mail.
""You win, Wilkins," says Peets; "come over to the New York Store an" cut out your stuff." "The old man acts like he don"t hear, so Doc shakes him up some. No use, thar ain"t no get up in him.
""Looks like he"s gone to sleep for good," says Doc.
"Then he walks "round him, shakes him, an" takes a look at his eye, a-openin" of it with his finger. Finally he stands back, sticks his thumb in his belt, an" whistles.
""What"s up?" says Cherokee Hall. "He ain"t tryin" to work us for another drink I hopes."
"Well, this is a deal," says Doc, "an" no humbug neither. Gents, I"m blessed if this yere old prairie-dog ain"t sh.o.r.ely up an" died."
"We-alls comes up an" takes a look at him, an" Doc has called the turn. Sh.o.r.e enough the old man has cashed in.
""This is a hoss on us, an" no doubt about it," says Enright. "I ain"t worryin" for Wilkins, as he most likely is ahead on the deal; but what gets me is how to break the news to this yere maiden. It"s goin" to be a hair-line play. I reckons, Doc, it"s you an" me."
"So they goes over to Wilkins"s wickeyup an" calls the young Sue girl out, an" Enright begins tellin" her mighty soft as how her paw is took bad down to the Red Light. But the girl seems to get it as right as if she"s scouted for it a month.
""He"s dead!" she says; an" then cripples down alongside of the door an" begins to sob.
""Thar ain"t no use denyin" it, Miss," says Enright, "your paw struck in on the big trail where the hoof-prints all p"ints one way.
But don"t take it hard, Miss, thar ain"t a gent don"t give you sympathy. What you do now is stay right yere, an" the camp"ll tend to the funeral, an" put it up right an" jest as you says, you bein"
mourner-in-chief. You can trust us for the proper play; since we buries Jack King, obsequies is our long suit."
"The little Sue girl struggles through somehow, an" has her nerve with her. The funeral, you bet, is right. This time we ropes in a preacher belongin" to some deep-water outfit over in Tucson. He somehow is strayed, an" happens along our way, an" we gets him squar" in the door. He jumps in an" gives them ceremonies a scientific whirl as ain"t possible nohow to amatures. All "round we wouldn"t have put on more dog if we"d been plantin" Enright; all of course on the little Sue girl"s account. Next day the outfit goes over to find out whatever she allows to do.
""You sees, Miss; says Enright, "anythin" you says, goes. Not waitin" to learn its name, even, I"m directed to state as how the camp backs your play an" makes good."
""I"m allowin" to go to the States," says the girl, "an" I"m obleeged to you."
""We was hopin"," says Enright, "as you"d stay yere. We-alls sorter figgers you"d teach us a school. Of course thar ain"t no papooses yet, but as a forced play we arranges to borrow a small herd from Tombstone, an" can do it too easy. Then, ag"in, a night-school would hit our needs right; say one night a week. Thar"s a heap of ignorance in this yere camp, an" we needs a night-school bad. It would win for fifty dollars a week, Miss; an" you thinks of it."
"No, the pore girl couldn"t think of it nohow.