""These yere tunes I hears so far," says Dave, "is too frivolous; I figgers that oughter sober "em down a whole lot."
"When Dave shoots, the Eytalian party heaves the strap of his hewgag over his head, an" flies. Dave grabs the music-box, keepin" it from fallin", an" then begins turnin" the crank to try it. It plays all right, only every now an" then thar"s a hole into the melody like it"s lost a tooth.
""This yere"s good enough for a dog!" says Dave, a-twistin" away on the handle. "Where"s this yere Merino? Whatever is the matter with that shorthorn? Why don"t he stand his hand?"
"But Merino ain"t noomerous no more; so Dave allows it"s a shame to let it go that a-way, an" Mexicans sufferin" for melody. With that he straps on the tune-box, an" roams "round from one "doby to another, turnin" it loose.
""How long does Merino deal his tunes," says Dave, "before he c"llects? However, I makes new rooles for the game, right yere. I plays these cadences five minutes; an" then I gets action on "em for five. I splits even with these Mexicans, which is sh.o.r.ely fair."
"So Dave twists away for five minutes, an" me a-timin" of him, an"
then leans the hewgag up ag"in a "doby, an" starts in to make a round-up. He"ll tackle a household, sort o" terrorisin" at "em with his gun; an" tharupon the members gets that generous they even negotiates loans an" thrusts them proceeds on Dave. That"s right; they"re that ambitious to donate.
"One time he runs up on a band of tenderfeet, who"s skallyhootin"
"round; an" they comes up an" bends their y"ears a-while. They"re turnin" to go jest before c"llectin" time.
""Hold on," says Dave, pickin" up his Colt"s offen the top of the hewgag; "don"t get cold feet. Which I"ve seen people turn that kyard in church, but you bet you don"t jump no game of mine that a-way.
You-all line up ag"in the wall thar ontil I tucks the blankets in on this yere outbreak in F flat, an" I"ll be with you."
"When Dave winds up, he goes along the line of them tremblin"
towerists, an" they contreebutes "leven dollars.
""They aims to go stampedin" off with them nocturnes, an" "peggios, an" arias, an" never say nothin"," says Dave; "but they can"t work no twist like that, an" me a-ridin" herd; none whatever."
"Dave carries on sim"lar for three hours; an" what on splits, an"
what on bets he wins, he"s over a hundred dollars ahead. But at last he"s plumb fatigued, an" allows he"ll quit an" call it a day. So he packs the tom-tom down to Franklin"s office. Franklin is marshal of Tucson, an" Dave turns over the layout an" the money, an" tells Franklin to round up Merino an" enrich him tharwith.
""Where is this yere Dago?" says Franklin.
""However do I know?" says Dave. "Last I notes of him, he"s canterin" off among the scenery like antelopes."
"It"s at this p"int Merino comes to view. He starts in to be a heap dejected about that bullet; but when he gets Dave"s donation that a- way, his hopes revives. He begins to regyard it as a heap good scheme.
""But you"ll have to cirkle up to the alcalde, Tutt," says Franklin.
"I ain"t sh.o.r.e none you ain"t been breakin" some law."
"Dave grumbles, an" allows Tucson is gettin" a heap too staid for him.
""It"s gettin" so," says Dave, "a free American citizen don"t obtain no encouragements. Yere I puts in half a day, ama.s.sin" wealth for a foreign gent who is settin" in bad luck; an" elevatin" Mexicans, who sh.o.r.ely needs it, an" for a finish I"m laid for by the marshal like a felon."
"Well, we-all goes surgin" over to the alcalde"s. Franklin, Dave an"
the alcalde does a heap of pokin" about to see whatever crimes, if any, Dave"s done. Which they gets by the capture of the hewgag, an"
shootin" that bullet into its bowels don"t bother "em a bit. Even Dave"s standin" up them towerists, an" the rapine that ensoos don"t worry "em none; but the question of the music itse"f sets the alcalde to buckin".
""I"m sh.o.r.ely depressed to say it, Dave," says the alcalde, who is a sport named Steele, "but you"ve been a-bustin" of ord"nances about playin" music on the street without no license."
""Can"t we-all beat the game no way?" says Dave.
""Which I sh.o.r.ely don"t see how," says the alcalde.
""Nor me neither," says Franklin.
""Whatever is the matter with counter-brandin" them tunes over to Merino"s license?" says Dave.
""Can"t do it nohow," says the alcalde.
""Well, is this yere ord"nance accordin" to Hoyle an" the Declaration of Independence?" says Dave. "I don"t stand it none onless."
""Sh.o.r.e!" says the alcalde.
""Ante an" pa.s.s the buck, then," says Dave. "I"m a law-abidin"
citizen, an" all I wants is a squar" deal from the warm deck."
"So they fines Dave fifty dollars for playin" them harmonies without no license. Dave asks me later not to mention this yere outcome in Wolfville, an" I never does. But yere it"s different."
CHAPTER III.
The Feud of Pickles.
"Thar"s a big crowd in Wolfville that June day." The Old Cattleman tilted his chair back and challenged my interest with his eye. "The corrals is full of pack mules an" bull teams an" wagon-trains; an"
white men, Mexicans, half-breeds an" Injuns is a-mixin" an"
meanderin" "round, a-lyin" an" a-laughin" an" a-drinkin" of Red Light whiskey mighty profuse. Four or five mule skinners has their long limber sixteen-foot whips, which is loaded with dust-shot from b.u.t.t to tip, an" is crackin" of "em at a mark. I"ve seen one of these yere mule experts with the most easy, delicate, delib"rate twist of the wrist make his whip squirm in the air like a hurt snake; an" then he"ll straighten it out with the crack of twenty rifles, an" the buckskin popper cuts a hole in a loose buffalo robe he"s hung up; an" all without investin" two ounces of actooal strength. Several of us Wolfville gents is on the sidewalk in front of the O. K. Restauraw, applaudin" of the good shots, when Dave Tutt speaks up to Jack Moore, next to me, an" says:
""Jack, you minds that old Navajo you downs over on the San Simon last Fall?""
""I minds him mighty cl"ar," says Jack. "He"s stealin" my Alizan hoss at the time, an" I can prove it by his skelp on my bridle now."
""Well," says Dave, p"intin" to a ornery, saddle-colored half-breed who"s makin" himse"f some frequent, "that Injun they calls "Pickles"
is his nephy, an" you wants to look out a whole lot. I hears him allow that the killin" of his relatif is mighty rank, an" that he don"t like it nohow."
""That"s all right," says Jack; "Pickles an" me has been keepin"
cases on each other an hour; an" I"ll post you-all private, if he goes to play hoss a little bit, him an" his oncle will be able to talk things over before night."
"Which it"s mighty soon when Pickles comes along where we be.
""h.e.l.lo, Jack," he says, an" his manner is insultin"; "been makin"
it smoky down on the old San Simon lately?"
""No; not since last fall," says Jack, plenty light an" free; "an"
now I thinks of it, I b"lieves I sees that Navajo hoss-thief of an oncle of yours when I"m down thar last. I ain"t run up on him none lately, though. Where do you-all reckon he"s done "loped to?"
""Can"t say, myse"f," says Pickles, with a kind o" wicked cheerfulness; "our fam"ly has a round-up of itse"f over on B"ar Creek last spring, an" I don"t count his nose among "em none. Mebby he has an engagement, an" can"t get thar. Mebby he"s out squanderin"
"round in the high gra.s.s some"ers. Great man to go "round permiscus, that Injun is."
""You see," says Jack, "I don"t know but he might be dead. Which the time I speaks of, I"m settin" in camp one day. Something attracts me, an" I happens to look up, an" thar"s my hoss, Alizan, with a perfect stranger on him, pitchin" an" buckin", an" it looks like he"s goin" to cripple that stranger sh.o.r.e. Pickles, you knows me!
I"d lose two hosses rather than have a gent I don"t know none get hurt. So I grabs my Winchester an" allows to kill Alizan. But it"s a new gun; an" you know what new sights is--coa.r.s.e as sandburrs; you could drag a dog through "em--an" I holds too high. I fetches the stranger, "bang!" right back of his left y"ear, an" the bullet comes outen his right y"ear. You can bet the limit, I never am so displeased with my shootin". The idee of me holdin" four foot too high in a hundred yards! I never is that embarra.s.sed! I"m so plumb disgusted an" ashamed, I don"t go near that equestrian stranger till after I finishes my grub. Alizan, he comes up all shiverin" an"