Holcomb had reasoned with Freme and had threatened him with discharge a dozen times, his example being a bad one for the French Canadians under his immediate3 care. As a last resort he had taken Belle4 Pollard, Freme's sweetheart, a waitress at Morrison's, into his confidence. If Belle could keep Freme sober over Sunday—it was impossible to keep him away from her—Holcomb would speak a good word to Thayor for Freme and Belle and then they could both get a place as caretakers of the house during the coming winter, be married in the fall and so live happy ever after.
The girl promised, and the next Saturday the test came.
"If Freme will let liquor alone," he had written to Thayor the day these final arrangements were completed, "you couldn't have a better man or a better girl, but I'm afraid we'll have to move Bill Morrison's bar-room into Canada to accomplish it."
The result of this bargain Holcomb learned from the girl herself as she sat in his cabin, the glow of a swinging lamp lighting6 up her face.
On Saturday night, as usual, so Belle said, the Clown, his wages in his pocket, had sat in one corner of Morrison's bar-room, the heels of his red-socked feet clutched in the rung of his chair. A moment before there had been a good-natured, rough-and-tumble wrestle7 as he and another lumber8 jack9 grappled. The Clown had thrown his antagonist10 fairly, the lumberjack's shoulders striking the rough floor with a whack11 that made things jingle12. The next moment the two had treated one another at the bar, and with a mutual13, though maudlin14 appreciation15 of each other had gone back to their respective chairs among the line tilted16 against the wall.
At that moment she had opened the bar-room door and announced supper. Instantaneously the front legs of the line of tilted chairs came to the floor with a bang. The Clown reached the girl and the half-open door first.
"Blast you, Freme Skinner," she said, "be you a-goin' in or out?"
"Wall, I swow, Belle," remarked the Clown, steadying himself and turning his bleary eyes on the closed door, "you be techier 'n a sp'ilt colt, ain't ye?"
Soon the long table was filled by the hungry crowd. They sat heavily in their chairs, their coats off, their hair slicked down for the occasion. The Clown was seated at one end of the table, nearest the swing door leading to the kitchen. He wore a red undershirt, cut low about his bull neck. It was Belle's ring that dangled18 from one ear. Loosing the strap19 about his waist he began to sing:
"My gal20 has a bright blue eye,
And she steps like a fox in the snow;
And a thousand miles I'd tra-vel
To find her other beau."
Then in crescendo21:
"She used to live in Stove-pipe City—"
Here the girl kicked the swing door and appeared with the first assortment22 of bird dishes.
"Here, boys, you'll kinder have to sort 'em out for yerselves," she laughed, her eager eyes watching the Clown.
Freme started in again, unconscious of the girl's anxiety—too drunk to notice anything in fact:
"She used to live in Stove-pipe—"
He stopped short and looked at the girl with a half-drunken leer, then wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his red shirt.
"Ham an' eggs, fried pork, tea or coffee, mince23 or apple pie," rattled24 the girl, holding the dishes under Freme's nose.
Skinner leaned back, tried to fix his gaze upon her, lurched in his chair and slid heavily to the floor. Such breaches25 of etiquette26 were not infrequent occurrences at Morrison's.
The men filed out, crowding around the red-hot stove in the bar-room. When Belle burst in again to clear the table, the Clown lay snoring flat on his back.
By daylight Monday morning Morrison's hotel held but a single guest—the rest, penniless by Sunday night, had gone back to work. The Clown, with a dollar still in his pocket, remained. When the others had gone he came down softly in his sock feet from his room and drew up a chair to the stove in the stagnant27 and deserted28 bar-room. The room had not yet been either swept or aired. Then he rose, opened the door leading to the porch and let in the tingling29 frosty air and the sunlight. For a long time he played with the kitten under the stove, but he did not take a drink. He had promised Belle that he would not, and she had kissed him as a reward. A new light shone in the girl's eyes as she busied herself with the dishes in the kitchen beyond the bar-room—now and then she sang to herself the refrain of a popular song. Finally she opened the door of the kitchen and entered the bar-room. The next moment the Clown placed his great paw of a hand about her slim waist.
"I hain't took no drink," he said shakily, with an embarrassed laugh.
She looked up at him.
"I knowed you wouldn't, Freme," she answered searching his blood-shot blue eyes. "You promised, Freme, and—you know I'll marry ye," she said, "jest as I said I would if ye'll only keep to what ye promised. I guess we kin2 be as happy as most folks," she added, smiling bravely through tears.
"Thar ain't no guessin' 'bout17 it, Belle. Thar—you needn't cry 'bout it," he replied.
"You was awful drunk, Freme," she went on. "There warn't no one could handle ye 'cept me. They was tryin' to get ye upstairs and to bed, but ye was uglier 'n sin."
"Pshaw—I want to know," drawled the giant sheepishly. "Didn't none git hurted, did they?"
"None 'cept Ed Munsey; ye throwed him downstairs."
"Ed ain't hurted, be he?" he asked in alarm.
"His shoulder was swelled30 bad when he come back to work," she confessed. She nodded to the door behind the bar and the splinters sticking through its panel.
"Gosh all whimey!" he exclaimed; "who done that?"
"You done it, Freme; you was crazy drunk. There warn't none of 'em could handle you 'cept me, I tell ye. I spoke31 to ye and ye come 'long with me back inter5 the kitchen and set there lookin' at me strange-like for most an hour. Arter I got my dishes washed I took ye up to the little room at the end of the hall."
The Clown scratched his head as if trying to remember.
"Warn't it Ed that throwed that buffalo32 hide over me?" he asked after a moment of useless research.
"No," she said, "I wouldn't let one of 'em tech ye."
"And do you think he'll keep his promise, Belle?" asked Holcomb, when she had finished the story.
"I dunno. He will if I kin stay 'longside of him. But if he don't he's got to git along without me. He says he loves me better 'n liquor, and I guess maybe he does."
The following night Freme swung into the forest and took the short cut to Big Shanty33, and that same night Holcomb welcomed him with a hearty34 handshake and the morning after set him to work. When the next day came around and Freme shook his head when the liquor passed, those around the stove at Morrison's marvelled35 at his grit36 and speculated how long it would last, wondering if Freme had "got religion"—to which the girl had answered, "Yes, he has—I'm his religion."
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But liquor was not the only menace that threatened the work down Morrison's way. Drunkenness Holcomb could handle to some extent—had handled it in the cases of both the Clown and the Clown's head-chopper, a little French Canadian by the name of Le Boeuf, from whom Holcomb himself had extracted a pledge, which, to the little Kanuck's credit, he manfully kept. What was more to be feared was the drove of stragglers, outlaws37, and tramps who, attracted by the unusual expenditure38 at Big Shanty, made Morrison's their resting place as long as they had a dollar to pay for a lodging39 or a glass of whiskey.
In addition to these there came a more prosperous and, for that reason, a more dangerous class—speculators, lumber sharps, land agents, and the like, each one with a scheme for the improvement of some part of Big Shanty. Most, if not all of them, Holcomb turned down with a curt40 "No—don't want it." Now and then someone more shrewd than the others would write direct to Thayor, and on the strength of a formal business answer—"You might inquire of my superintendent, Mr. William Holcomb," etc., etc., would use the document to pave the way for an introduction.
One evening in June a rickety buck-board rattled up to Morrison's and inquired the way to Big Shanty. The passenger was short and broad-shouldered; wore a derby hat shading a pair of crafty41 eyes as black as his thick, scrubby beard. In his hand he carried a small black valise.
The stranger stepped into the bar, emptied his glass, waited until Morrison had cleared his throat and uttered the customary remark of "I goll—we cal'late to keep the best—" and then asked:
"How far did you say this place of Thayor's was?" The voice was harsh and peremptory—with a nasal twang in it and a faint trace of Jewish accent, despite the fact that he spoke the dialect of the country from habit.
"'Bout two miles, we cal'late it by the new road," returned the proprietor42 as he re-corked the bottle. "You'll see the new road 'bout a hundred rod 'bove here to the left; you can't miss it."
"I've got a letter from Thayor himself," explained the stranger, as he squinted43 over his hooked nose and searched cautiously the contents of an inside pocket. "It's for a man named Holcomb—he's Thayor's superintendent, ain't he?"
"Yes," said Morrison, "and a durn good one, too. I'll warrant Sam
Thayor got the feller he was lookin' for when he got Billy."
"Ain't the job gettin' too big for him?" ventured the man with an attempt at a grin under the thick beard that grew to the corners of his crafty eyes.
"He kin handle any job he's a mind to," said Morrison with rough emphasis.
"Um!" grunted44 the man. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Bill Morrison—and yourn?"
"Bergstein."
Morrison leaned forward over the bar and his brow tightened45:
"Guess I've hearn of you before—horse-trader, bean't ye?"
"Yes; if you ever want a good horse"—and his small, black eyes glittered—"let me know."
"Got 'bout all I kin afford," replied Morrison; "twenty to work on my job now." Again Morrison looked at him; this time from his scrubby black beard to his dust-covered shoes. "Seems to me I heard your name before. There was a man by that name that was mixed up in that Jim Bailey murder. You ain't he, be ye?"
"No—I come from Montreal," replied Bergstein in a more positive tone. "The name's common enough." Here he opened the black valise stuffed with business papers and handed Morrison a card.
Morrison looked at it carefully, tucked it in a fly-specked screen behind the bar, and with a satisfied air said:
"Let's see—you hain't had no supper, hev ye? Supper's most ready—I'll go and tell the old woman you're here."
"No—I ain't stoppin' for supper," replied Bergstein, paying for his glass. "I'm going up to Thayor's place now; this feller Holcomb's expectin' me."
"Suit yourself, friend," returned Morrison, and he pulled down the heavy shutter46 screening the array of bottles.
Bergstein left with a brusque good-night and walked slowly up the road.
He had not told Morrison all he knew. Trading horses was not the Jew's only business; he was equally adept47 in buying and selling timber-lands and the hiring of men. When he was successful—and he was generally successful—his gains were never less than fifty per cent; less than that would have spelled failure in his eyes. For in Bergstein's veins48 ran the avaricious49 tenacity50 of the Pole and the insincerity of the Irishman. The former he inherited from his father, a peddler, the latter from his mother, the keeper for many years of a rough dive for sailors along the quay51 in Montreal. Both had died when he was a child and from an early age he shifted for himself, made no friends and needed little sleep and pursued his business with ferocious52 energy by night as well as by day. Added to this was a certain secretiveness. He appeared in localities mysteriously and left them as suddenly. It was often his habit to walk to unfrequented stations and take his chances of boarding a train. His movements were carefully planned and guarded—evidently he did not care to have many of them known.
He was not long in reaching the camp, though it was getting dark when he started, the straight road of macadam showing white among the gloom of the trees.
When he arrived hardly a detail of the new camp escaped his shifty glance. Once in the good graces of the millionaire, he said to himself, he would stick to him like a leech53.
Holcomb's expression, when he greeted him, showed plainly a feeling of distrust and dislike. He received him courteously54 because of a letter from Thayor which reached camp the day before, telling him to take care of a man of his name from Montreal, if he came—he having heard that he had some excellent horses for sale—and as Billy had needed a pair this was his opportunity. As Holcomb looked at him he felt that if Thayor had ever seen the man he would not have sent him to Big Shanty at this or any other time. There was a glitter in those small, black eyes that the young man did not like. Neither was the Clown's nor the trapper's opinion of him any more flattering. As for the old dog, he showed his dislike by discreetly55 keeping away from him.
Though Bergstein left Big Shanty at a quarter before eight in the morning with the order for the horses in his pocket, it was noon by the sawmill whistle before he reached Morrison's. There he engaged a single rig to take him out to the railroad.
What he had done, or where he had been in the meantime, no one knew.
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