"""It"s a worse augoory," says one, "than the hoots of a score of squinch owls."
""When this reign of terror is at its height, the local eye is rolled appealin"ly towards us Chevy Chasers. We rises to the opportoonity.
Day after day we"re ridin" the hills an" vales, readin" the milk white snow for tracks. An" we has success. One mornin" I comes up on two of the Brackenridge boys an" five more of the Chevy Chasers settin" on their hosses at the Skinner cross roads. Bob Crittenden"s gone to turn me out, they says. Then they p"ints down to a handful of close-wove bresh an" stunted timber an" allows that this maraudin" cat-o-mount is hidin" thar; they sees him go skulkin" in.
""Gents, I ain"t above admittin" that the news puts my heart to a canter. I"m brave; but conflicts with wild an" savage beasts is to me a novelty an" while I faces my fate without a flutter, I"m yere to say I"d sooner been in pursoot of minks or racc.o.o.ns or some varmint whose grievous cap"bilities I can more ackerately stack up an" in whose merry ways I"m better versed. However, the dauntless blood of my grandsire mounts in my cheek; an" as if the shade of that old Trojan is thar personal to su"gest it, I searches forth a flask an" renoos my sperit; thus qualified for perils, come in what form they may, I resolootely stands my hand.
""Thar"s forty dogs if thar"s one in our company as we pauses at the Skinner crossroads. An" when the Crittenden yooth returns, he brings with him the Rickett boys an" forty added dogs. Which it"s worth a ten-mile ride to get a glimpse of that outfit of canines! Thar"s every sort onder the canopy: thar"s the stolid hound, the alert fice, the sapient collie; that is thar"s individyool beasts wherein the hound, or fice, or collie seems to preedominate as a strain. The trooth is thar"s not that dog a-whinin" about our hosses" fetlocks who ain"t proudly descended from fifteen different tribes, an" they sh.o.r.ely makes a motley ma.s.s meetin". Still, they"re good, zealous dogs; an" as they"re going to go for"ard an" take most of the resks of that panther, it seems invidious to criticise "em.
""One of the Twitty boys rides down an" puts the eighty or more dogs into the bresh. The rest of us lays back an" strains our eyes. Thar he is! A shout goes up as we descries the panther stealin" off by a far corner. He"s headin" along a hollow that"s full of bresh an" baby timber an" runs parallel with the pike. Big an" yaller he is; we can tell from the slight flash we gets of him as he darts into a second clump of bushes. With a cry--what young Crittenden calls a "view halloo,"--we goes stampedin" down the pike in pursoot.
""Our dogs is sta"nch; they sh.o.r.e does themse"fs proud. Singin" in twenty keys, reachin" from growls to yelps an" from yelps to shrillest screams, they pushes dauntlessly on the fresh trail of their terrified quarry. Now an" then we gets a squint of the panther as he skulks from one copse to another jest ahead. Which he"s goin" like a arrow; no mistake! As for us Chevy Chasers, we parallels the hunt, an"
continyoos poundin" the Skinner turnpike abreast of the pack, ever an"
anon givin" a encouragin" shout as we briefly sights our game.
""Gents," says Colonel Sterett, as he ag"in refreshes himse"f, "it"s needless to go over that hunt in detail. We hustles the flyin" demon full eighteen miles, our faithful dogs crowdin" close an" breathless at his coward heels. Still, they don"t catch up with him; he streaks it like some saffron meteor.
""Only once does we approach within strikin" distance; that"s when he crosses at old Stafford"s whiskey still. As he glides into view, Crittenden shouts:
"""Thar he goes!"
""For myse"f I"m prepared. I"ve got one of these misguided cap-an"-ball six-shooters that"s built doorin" the war; an" I cuts that hardware loose! This weepon seems a born profligate of lead, for the six chambers goes off together. Which you should have seen the Chevy Chasers dodge! An" well they may; that broadside ain"t in vain! My aim is so troo that one of the r"armost dogs evolves a howl an" rolls over; then he sets up gnawin" an" lickin" his off hind laig in frantic alternations. That hunt is done for him. We leaves him doctorin"
himse"f an" picks him up two hours later on our triumphant return.
""As I states, we harries that foogitive panther for eighteen miles an"
in our hot ardour founders two hosses. Fatigue an" weariness begins to overpower us; also our prey weakens along with the rest. In the half glimpses we now an" ag"in gets of him its plain that both pace an"
distance is tellin" fast. Still, he presses on; an" as thar"s no spur like fear, that panther holds his distance.
""But the end comes. We"ve done run him into a rough, wild stretch of country where settlements is few an" cabins roode. Of a sudden, the panther emerges onto the road an" goes rackin" along the trail. We pushes our spent steeds to the utmost.
""Thar"s a log house ahead; out in the stump-filled lot in front is a frowsy woman an" five small children. The panther leaps the rickety worm-fence an" heads straight as a bullet for the cl"arin"! Horrors!
the sight freezes our marrows! Mad an" savage, he"s doo to bite a hunk outen that devoted household! Mutooally callin" to each other, we goads our hosses to the utmost. We gain on the panther! He may wound but he won"t have time to slay that fam"ly.
""Gents, it"s a soopreme moment! The panther makes for the female squatter an" her litter, we pantin" an" pressin" clost behind. The panther is among "em; the woman an" the children seems transfixed by the awful spectacle an" stands rooted with open eyes an" mouths. Our emotions sh.o.r.e beggars deescriptions.
""Now ensooes a scene to smite the hardiest of us with dismay. No sooner does the panther find himse"f in the midst of that he"pless bevy of little ones, than he stops, turns round abrupt, an" sets down on his tail; an" then upliftin" his muzzle he busts into shrieks an" yells an"
howls an" cries, a complete case of dog hysterics! That"s what he is, a great yeller dog; his reason is now a wrack because we hara.s.ses him the eighteen miles.
""Thar"s a ugly outcast of a squatter, mattock in hand, comes tumblin"
down the hillside from some"ers out back of the shanty where he"s been grubbin":
"""What be you-all eediots chasin" my dog for?" demands this onkempt party. Then he menaces us with the implement.
""We makes no retort but stands pa.s.sive. The great orange brute whose nerves has been torn to rags creeps to the squatter an" with mournful howls explains what we"ve made him suffer.
""No, thar"s nothin" further to do an" less to be said. That cavalcade, erstwhile so gala an" buoyant, drags itself wearily homeward, the exhausted dogs in the r"ar walkin" stiff an" sore like their laigs is wood. For more"n a mile the complainin" howls of the hysterical yeller dog is wafted to our y"ears. Then they ceases; an"
we figgers his sympathizin" master has done took him into the shanty an" shet the door.
""No one comments on this adventure, not a word is heard. Each is silent ontil we mounts the Big Murray hill. As we collects ourse"fs on this eminence one of the Brackenridge boys holds up his hand for a halt. "Gents," he says, as--hosses, hunters an" dogs--we-all gathers "round, "gents, I moves you the Chevy Chase Huntin" Club yereby stands adjourned _sine die_." Thar"s a moment"s pause, an" then as by one impulse every gent, hoss an" dog, says "Ay!" It"s yoonanimous, an"
from that hour till now the Chevy Chase Huntin" Club ain"t been nothin"
save tradition. But that panther sh.o.r.e disappears; it"s the end of his vandalage; an" ag"in does quadrilles, pra"rs, an poker resoom their wonted sway. That"s the end; an" now, gents, if Black Jack will caper to his dooties we"ll uplift our drooped energies with the usual forty drops."
CHAPTER III.
How Faro Nell Dealt Bank.
"Riches," remarked the Old Cattleman, "riches says you! Neither you-all nor any other gent is competent to state whether in the footure he ama.s.ses wealth or not. The question is far beyond the throw of your rope."
My friend"s tone breathed a note of strong contradiction while his glance was the glance of experience. I had said that I carried no hope of becoming rich; that the members of my tribe were born with their hands open and had such hold of money as a riddle has of water.
It was this which moved him to expostulatory denial.
"This matter of wealth, that a-way," he continued, "is a mighty sight a question of luck. Sh.o.r.e, a gent has to have capacity to grasp a chance an" savey sufficient to get his chips down right. But this chance, an" whether it offers itse"f to any specific sport, is frequent accident an" its comin" or failure to come depends on conditions over which the party about to be enriched ain"t got no control. That"s straight, son! You backtrack any fortune to its beginning an some"ers along the trail or at the farthest end you"ll come up with the fact that it took a accident or two, what we-all darkened mortals calls "luck," to make good the play. It"s like gettin" shot gettin" rich is; all you has to do is be present personal at the time, an" the bullet does the rest.
"You distrusts these doctrines. You sh.o.r.e won"t if you sets down hard an" thinks. Suppose twenty gents has made a surround an" is huntin" a b"ar. Only one is goin" to down him. An" in his clumsy blunderin" the b"ar is goin" to select his execootioner himse"f.
That"s a fact; the party who downs the b"ar, final, ain"t goin" to pick the b"ar out; the b"ar"s goin" to pick him out. An" it"s the same about wealth; one gent gets the b"ar an" the other nineteen--an"
they"re as cunnin" an" industr"ous as the lucky party--don"t get nothing--don"t even get a shot. I repeats tharfore, that you-all settin" yere this evenin", firin" off aimless observations, don"t know whether you"ll quit rich or not."
At the close of his dissertation, my talkative companion puffed a cloud which seemed to hang above his venerable head in a fashion of heavy blue approval. I paused as one impressed by the utter wisdom of the old gentleman. Then I took another tack.
"Speaking of wealth," I said, "tell me concerning the largest money you ever knew to be won or lost at faro--tell me a gambling story."
"Tell you-all a gamblin" tale," he repeated, and then mused as if lost in retrospection. "If I hesitates it"s because of a mult.i.toode of incidents from which to draw. I"ve beheld some mighty cur"ous doin"s at the gamblin" tables. Once I knows a party who sinks his hopeless head on the layout an" dies as he loses his last chip. This don"t happen in Wolfville none. No, I don"t say folks ain"t cashed in at farobank in that excellent hamlet an" gone singin" to their home above; but it ain"t heart disease. Usual it"s guns; the same bein" invoked by sech inadvertencies as pickin" up some other gent"s bet.
"Tell you-all a story about gamblin"! Now I reckons the time Faro Nell rescoos Cherokee Hall from rooin is when I sees the most _dinero_ changed in at one play. You can gamble that"s a thrillin"
eepisode when Faro Nell steps in between Cherokee an" the destroyer.
It"s the gossip of the camp for days, an" when Wolfville discusses anything for days that outfit"s plumb moved.
"This gent who crowds Cherokee to the wall performs the feat deliberate. He organises a sort o" campaign ag"in Cherokee; what you might term a fiscal dooel, an" at the finish he has Cherokee corralled for his last _peso_. It"s at that p"int Nell cuts in an"
redeems the sityooation a heap. It"s all on the squar"; this invadin" sport simply outlucks the bank. That, an" the egreegious limit Cherokee gives him, is what does the trick.
"In Wolfville, we-all allers recalls that sharp-set gent who comes after Cherokee with respect. In fact he wins our encomiums before he sets in ag"in Cherokee--before ever he gets his second drink at the Red Light bar. He comes ramblin" over with Old Monte from Tucson one evenin"; that"s the first glimpse we has of him. An" for a hour, mebby, followin" his advent, seein" the gen"ral herd is busy with the mail, he has the Red Light to himse"f.
"On this yere o"casion, thar"s likewise present in Wolfville--he"s been infringin" "round some three days--a onsettled an" migratory miscreant who"s name is Ugly Collins. He"s in a heap of ill repoote in the territories, this Ugly Collins is; an" only he contreebutes the information when he arrives in camp that his visit is to be mighty temp"rary, Enright would have signed up Jack Moore to take his guns an" stampede him a lot.
"At the time I"m talkin" of, as thar"s no one who"s that abandoned as to go writin" letters to Ugly Collins, it befalls he"s plenty footloose. This leesure on the part of Ugly Collins turns out some disastrous for that party. Not havin" no missives to read leaves him free to go weavin" about permiscus an" it"s while he"s strayin" here an" thar that he tracks up on this stranger who"s come after Cherokee.
"Ugly Collins sees our pilgrim in the Red Light an", except Black Jack,--who of course is present offishul--the stranger"s alone. He"s weak an" meek an" shook by a cough that sounds like the overture to a fooneral. Ugly Collins, who"s a tyrannizin" cowardly form of outcast, sizes him up as a easy prey. He figgers he"ll have a heap of evil fun with him, Ugly Collins does. Tharupon he approaches the consumptive stranger:
""You-all seems plenty ailin", pard," says Ugly Collins.
""Which I sh.o.r.e ain"t over peart none," retorts the stranger.
""An" you-all can put down a bet," returns Ugly Collins, "I learns of your ill-health with regrets. It"s this a-way: I ain"t had no exercise yet this evenin"; an" as I tracks in yere, I registers a vow to wallop the first gent I meets up with to whom I"ve not been introdooced ;--merely by way of stretchin" my muscles. Now I must say--an" I admits it with sorrow--that you-all is that onhappy sport.
It"s no use; I knows I"ll loathe myse"f for crawlin" the hump of a gent who"s totterin" on the brink of the grave; but whatever else can I do? Vows is vows an" must be kept, so you might as well prepare yourse"f for a cloud of sudden an" painful vicissitoodes."
"As Ugly Collins says this he kind o" reaches for the invalid gent where he"s camped in a cha"r. It"s a onfortunate gesture; the invalid--as quick as a rattlesnake,--prodooces a derringer, same as Doc Peets allers packs, from his surtoot an" the bullet carries away most of Ugly Collins" lower jaw.