"""S"pose you ain"t heeled," reemonstrates Yuba, "that don"t give you no license to stand thar aboosin" me. Be I to blame because your toilet ain"t complete? You go frame yourse"f up, an" I"ll wait;" an"
with that, this Yuba takes his hand from his artillery.
""Thar"s a footile party who keeps the dancehall an" who signs the books as Colonel Boone. He"s called the "King of the Cowboys"; most likely in a sperit of facetiousness since he"s more like a deuce than a king. This Boone"s packin" a most excellent six-shooter loose in the waistband of his laiggin"s. Boone"s pa.s.sin" by as Yuba lets fly his taunts an" this piece of ordnance is in easy reach. With one motion I secures it an" the moment followin" the muzzle is pressin" ag"inst a white pearl b.u.t.ton on Yuba"s bloo shirt.
"""Bein" now equipped," I says, "this war-dance may proceed."
""I"m that scared I fairly hankers for the privilege of howlin", but I realises acootely that havin" come this far towards homicide I must needs go through if Yuba crowds my hand. But he don"t; he"s forbearin"
an" stands silent an" still. Likewise, I sees his nose, yeretofore the colour of a over-ripe violin, begin to turn sear an" gray. I recovers sperit at this as I saveys I"m saved. Still I keeps the artillery on him. It"s the innocence of the gun that holds Yuba spellbound an"
affects his nose, an" I feels sh.o.r.e if I relaxes he"ll be all over me like a baggage waggon."
""Which I should say so!" says Jack Moore, drawin" a deep breath. "You takes every chance, Dave, when you don"t cut loose that time!"
""When Boone beholds me," says Dave, "annex his gun he almost c"lapses into a fit. He makes a backward leap that shows he ain"t lived among rattlesnakes in vain. Then he stretches his hand towards me an" Yuba, an" says, "Don"t shoot! Let"s take a drink; it"s on the house!"
""Yuba, with his nose still a peaceful gray, turns from the gun an"
sidles for the bar; I follows along, thirsty, but alert. When we-all is a.s.sembled, Boone makes a wailin" request for his six-shooter.
"""Get his," I says, at the same time, animadvertin" at Yuba with the muzzle.
""Yuba pa.s.ses his weepons over the bar an" I follows suit with Boone"s.
Then we drinks with our eyes on each other in silent scorn.
"""Which we-all will see about this later," growls Yuba, as he leaves the bar.
"""Go as far as you like, old sport," I retorts, for this last edition, as Colonel Sterett would term it, of Valley Tan makes me that brave I"m miseratin" for a riot.
""It"s the next day before ever I"m firm enough, to come ag"in to Tucson. This stage-wait in the tragedy is doo to fear excloosive. I hears how Yuba is plumb bad; how he"s got two notches on his stick; how he"s filed the sights off his gun; an" how in all reespects he"s a murderer of merit an" renown. Sech news makes me timid two ways: I"m afraid Yuba"ll down me some; an" then ag"in I"m afraid he"s so popular I"ll be lynched if I downs him. Sh.o.r.e, that felon Yuba begins to a.s.soome in my apprehensions the stern teachers of a whipsaw. At last I"m preyed on to that degree I"m desperate; an" I makes up my mind to invade Tucson, cross up with Yuba an" let him come a runnin". The nervousness of extreme yooth doubtless is what goads me to this decision.
""It"s about second drink time in the afternoon when, havin" donned my weepons, I rides into Tucson. After leavin" my pony at the corral, I turns into the main street. It"s scorchin" hot an" barrin" a dead burro thar"s hardly anybody in sight. Up in front of the Oriental, as luck has it, stands Yuba and a party of doobious morals who slays hay for the gov"ment, an" is addressed as Lon Gilette. As I swings into the causeway, Gilette gets his eye on me an" straightway fades into the Oriental leavin" Yuba alone in the street. This yere strikes me as mighty ominous; I feels the beads of water come onder my hatband, an"
begins to crowd my gun a leetle for"ard on the belt. I"m walkin" up on the opp"site side from Yuba who stands watchin" my approach with a serene mien.
"""It"s the ca"mness of the tiger crouchin" for a spring," thinks I.
""As I arrives opp"site, Yuba stretches out his hand. "Come on over,"
he sings out.
"""Which he"s a.s.soomin" airs of friendship," I roominates, "to get me off my gyard."
""I starts across to Yuba. I"m watchin" like a lynx; an" I"m that harrowed, if Yuba so much as sneezes or drops his hat or makes a r"arward move of his hand, I"m doo to open on him. But he stands still as a hill an" nothin" more menacin" than grins. As I comes clost he offers his hand. It"s prior to my shootin" quick an" ackerate with my left hand, so I don"t give Yuba my right, holdin" the same in reserve for emergencies an" in case thar"s a change of weather. But Yuba, who can see it"s fear that a-way, is too p"lite to make comments. He shakes my left hand with well-bred enthoosiasm an" turns an" heads the way into the Oriental.
""As we fronts the bar an" demands nosepaint Yuba gives up his arms; an" full of a jocund lightheartedness as I realises that I ain"t marked for instant slaughter I likewise yields up mine. We then has four drinks in happy an" successful alternation, an" next we seeks a table an" subsides into seven-up.
"""Then thar ain"t goin" to be no dooel between us?" I says to Yuba.
It"s at a moment when he"s turned jack an" I figgers he"ll be more soft an" leenient. "It"s to be a evenin" of friendly peace?"
"""An" why not?" says Yuba. "I"ve sh.o.r.e took all the skelps that"s comin" to me; an" as for you-all, you"re young an" my counsel is to never begin. That pooerile spat we has don"t count. I"m drinkin" at the time, an" I don"t reckon now you attaches importance to what a gent says when he"s in licker?"
"""Not to what he says," I replies; "but I does to what he shoots. I looks with gravity on the gun-plays of any gent, an" the drunker he is the more ser"ous I regyards the eepisode."
"""Well, she"s a thing of the past now," explains Yuba, "an" this evenin" you"re as pop"lar with me as a demijohn at a camp-meetin"."
""Both our bosoms so wells with joy, settin" thar as we do in a atmosphere of onexpected yet perfect fraternalism an" complete peace, that Yuba an" me drinks a whole lot. It gets so, final, I refooses to return to my own camp; I won"t be sep"rated from Yuba. When we can no longer drink, we turns in at Yuba"s wickeyup an" sleeps. The next mornin" we picks up the work of reeconciliation where it slips from our tired hands the evenin" before. I does intend to reepair to my camp when we rolls out; but after the third conj"int drink both me an" Yuba sees so many reasons why it"s a fool play I gives up the idee utter.
""Gents, it"s no avail to pursoo me an" Yuba throughout them four feverish days. We drifts from one drink-shop to the other, arm in arm, as peaceful an" pleased a pair of sots as ever disturbs the better element. Which we"re the scandal of Tucson; we-all is that thickly amiable it"s a insult to other men. Thus ends my first dooel; a conflict as bloodless as she is victorious. How long it would have took me an" Yuba to thoroughly cement our friendships will never be known. At the finish, we-all is torn asunder by the Tucson marshal an"
I"m returned to my camp onder gyard. Me an" Yuba before nor since never does wax that friendly with any other gent; we"d be like brothers yet, only the Stranglers over to Shakespear seizes on pore Yuba one mornin" about a hoss an" heads him for his home on high.""
CHAPTER XIV.
The Troubles of Dan Boggs.
"This yere," remarked the Old Cattleman, at the heel of a half-hour lecture on life and its philosophy, "this yere is a evenin" when they gets to discussin" about luck. It"s doorin" the progress of this dispoote when Cherokee Hall allows that luck don"t alternate none, first good an" then bad, but travels in bunches like cattle or in flocks like birds. "Whichever way she comes," says Cherokee, "good or bad, luck avalanches itse"f on a gent. That"s straight!" goes on Cherokee. "You bet! I speaks from a voloominous experience an" a life that, whether up or down, white or black, ain"t been nothin" but luck.
Which nacherally, bein" a kyard sharp that a-way, I studies luck the same as Peets yere studies drugs; an" my discov"ries teaches that luck is plumb gregar"ous. Like misery in that proverb, luck loves company; it sh.o.r.e despises to be lonesome."
""Cherokee, I delights to hear you talk," says Old Man Enright, as he signs up Black Jack for the Valley Tan. "Them eloocidations is meant to stiffen a gent"s nerve an" do him good. Sh.o.r.e; no one needs encouragement nor has to train for a conflict with good luck; but it"s when he"s out ag"inst the iron an" the bad luck"s swoopin" an" stoopin"
at him, beak an" claw like forty hawks, that your remarks is doo to come to his aid an" uplift his sperits some. An" as you says a moment back, thar"s bound in the long run to be a equilibr"um. The lower your bad luck, the taller your good luck when it strikes camp. It"s the same with the old Rockies, an" wherever you goes it"s ever a never-failin" case of the deeper the valley, the higher the hill!
""As is frequent with me," says Dan Boggs, after we sets quiet a moment, meanwhiles tastin" our nosepaint thoughtful--for these outbursts of Cherokee"s an" Enright"s calls for consid"rations,--"as is frequent with me," says Dan, "I reckons I"ll string my chips with Cherokee. The more ready since throughout my own checkered c"reer--an"
I"ve done most everything "cept sing in the choir,--luck has ever happened bunched like he a.s.serts. Which I gets notice of these pecooliarities of fortune early. While I"m simply doin" nothin" to provoke it, a gust of bad luck prounces on me an" thwarts me in a n.o.ble ambition, rooins my social standin" an busts two of my nigh ribs all in one week.
""I"m a colt at the time, an" jest about big enough to break. My folks is livin" in Missouri over back of the Sni-a-bar Hills. By nacher I"m a heap moosical; so I ups--givin" that genius for harmony expression--an" yoonites myse"f with the "Sni-a-bar Silver Cornet Band." Old Hickey is leader, an" he puts me in to play the snare drum, the same bein" the second rung on the ladder of moosical fame, an" one rung above the big drum. Old Hickey su"gests that I start with the snare drum an" work up. Gents, you-all should have heard me with that instrooment! I"d sh.o.r.e light into her like a storm of hail!
""For a spell the "Sni-a-bar Silver Cornet Band" used to play in the woods. This yere Sni-a-bar commoonity is a mighty nervous neighbourhood, an" thar"s folks whose word is above reproach who sends us notice they"ll shoot us up if we don"t; so at first we practises in the woods. But as time goes on we improves an" plays well enough so we don"t scare children; an" then the Sni-a-bar people consents to let us play now an" then along the road. All of us virchewosoes is locoed to do good work, so that Sni-a-bar would get reeconciled, an" recognise us as a commoonal factor.
""Well do I recall the day of our first public appearance. It"s at a political meetin" an" everything, so far as we"re concerned at least, depends on the impression we-all makes. If we goes to a balk or a break-down, the "Sni-a-bar Silver Cornet Band"s" got to go back an"
play in the woods.
""It"s not needed that I tells you gents, how we-all is on aige. Old Hickey gets so perturbed he shifts me onto the big drum; an" Catfish Edwards, yeretofore custodian of that instrooment, is given the snare.
This play comes mighty clost to breakin" my heart; for I"m ambitious, an" it galls my soul to see myse"f goin" back"ards that a-way. It"s the beginnin" of my bad luck, too. Thar"s no chance to duck the play, however, as old Hickey"s word is law, so I sadly buckles on the giant drum.
""We"re jest turnin" into the picnic ground where this meetin"s bein"
held an" I"ve got thoughts of nothin" but my art--as we moosicians says--an" elevatin" the local opinion of an" concernin" the meelodious merits of the band. We"re playin" "Number Eighteen" at the time, an"
I"ve got my eagle eye on the paper that tells me when to welt her; an"
I"m sh.o.r.ely leatherin" away to beat a ace-flush.
""Bein" I"m new to the big drum, an" onduly eager to succeed, I"ve got all my eyes picketed on the notes. It would have been as well if I"d reeserved at least one for scenery. But I don"t; an" so it befalls that when we-all is in the very heart of the toone, an" at what it"s no exaggeration to call a crisis in our destinies, I walks straddle of a stump. An" sech is my fatal momentum that the drum rolls up on the stump, an" I rolls up on the drum. That"s the finish; next day the Silver Cornet Band by edict of the Sni-a-bar pop"lace is re-exiled to them woods. But I don"t go; old Hickey excloodes me, an" my hopes of moosical eminence rots down right thar.
""It"s mebby two days later when I"m over by the postoffice gettin" the weekly paper for my old gent. Thar"s goin" to be a Gander-Pullin" by torchlight that evenin" over to Hickman"s Mills with a dance at the heel of the hunt. But I ain"t allowin" to be present none. I"m too deeply chagrined about my failure with that big drum; an" then ag"in, I"m scared to ask a girl to go. You-all most likely has missed noticin" it a heap--for I frequent forces myse"f to be gala an" festive in company--but jest the same, deep down onder my belt, I"m bashful.
An" when I"m younger I"m worse. I"m bashful speshul of girls; for I soon discovers that it"s easier to face a gun than a girl, an" the glance of her eye is more terrifyin" than the glimmer of a bowie.
That"s the way I feels. It"s a fact; I remembers a time when my mother, gettin" plumb desp"rate over my hoomility, offers me a runnin"
hoss if I"d go co"t a girl; on which o"casion I feebly urges that I"d rather walk.
""On the evenin" of this yer dance an" Gander-Pullin" I"m pirootin"
about the Center when I meets up with Jule James;--Jule bein" the village belle. "Goin" to the dance?" says Jule. "No," says I. "Why ever don"t you go?" asks Jule. "Thar ain"t no girl weak-minded enough to go with me," I replies; "I makes a bid for two or three but gets the mitten." This yere last is a bluff. "Which I reckons now," says Jule, givin" me a look, "if you"d asked me, I"d been fool enough to go." Of course, with that I"m treed; I couldn"t flicker, so I allows that if Jule"ll caper back to the house with me I"ll take her yet.
""We-all gets back to my old gent"s an" I proceeds to hitch up a Dobbin hoss we has to a side-bar buggy. It"s dark by now, an" we don"t go to the house nor indulge in any ranikaboo uproar about it, as I figgers it"s better not to notify the folks. Not that they"d be out to put the kybosh on this enterprize; but they"re powerful fond of talk my folks is, an" their long suit is never wantin" you to do whatever you"re out to execoote. Wherefore, as I ain"t got no time for a j"int debate with my fam"ly over technicalities I puts Jule into the side-bar where it"s standin" in the dark onder a shed; an" then, hookin" up old Dobbin a heap surrept.i.tious, I gathers the reins an" we goes softly p"intin"