He wore khaki trousers which in some prehistoric4 era had been brown, a blue flannel5 shirt and an old strap6 from a horse harness by way of a belt. He was not in the least perturbed7, but bore himself with an easy-going demeanor8 which had a certain quality that suggested that nothing less than an earthquake could ruffle9 it. He was not admitted to the house by the correct man servant and seemed quite content to wait on the porch until Mr. Martin (whom he purposed to honor with a call) should make known his pleasure touching10 the scene of their interview.
“You Mr. Martin, huh? Westy’s father?”
“Yes, sir, what can I do for you?”
“Well,” drawled Ira, “you can do a turn fer him, mebbe; and that’ll be doin’ somethin’ fer me. I’m down off the farm up yonder—up by Dawson’s.”
“Oh, you mean you work for Mr. Nelson?”
“By turns, when I’m in the country. The kid happen to be home?”
“No, sir, he’s not,” said Mr. Martin curtly, “but I think I’ve heard of you. What is your business here?”
“Well, I never was in no business exactly, as the feller says,” Ira drawled out. “Kid’s gone ter the meetin’, huh?”
“I believe he has,” said Mr. Martin briskly. “Did Mr. Nelson send you here? If there is anything you have to say to my son I think it would be better for you to say it to me.”
“That’s as might be,” said Ira easily. “Would yer want that I should talk to yer here?”
Mr. Martin stepped aside to let the caller pass within. Ira wiped his feet but paid no other tribute, nor, indeed, paid the slightest heed12 to the rather sumptuous13 surroundings in which he found himself. He followed the lord of the establishment into the library and seated himself in one of the big leather chairs. Mr. Martin did not trouble himself to present Ira when his wife and daughter (fearful of some newly disclosed sequel to Westy’s escapade) stole into the room and unobtrusively seated themselves in a corner.
“Well, sir, what is it?” said Mr. Martin authoritatively14.
“Well,” drawled Ira, “it’s ’bout yer son shootin’ a deer.”
“We know about that,” said Mr. Martin coldly.
“Yer don’t happen ter know if he used the rifle since, do you?”
At this there was an audible titter from Doris.
“Oh, yes, I know very well that he hasn’t,” said the official jailer, “I have it under lock and key.”
“That would be impossible,” said Mr. Martin.
“Yes?”
“Is there any claim that the gun doesn’t belong to my son? That he——”
“There’s a notion he ain’t been tellin’ the whole gol blamed truth ’bout that there shootin’ an’ I’m here ter kinder look over the matter, as the feller says.”
“Did you come here to charge my son with lying?”
“Well, as you might say, no.I come here ter charge him with bein’ a little rascal16 of a prince. But of course if I thought he was a liar17 I’d tell ’im so and I’d tell you so. Jes the same as if I thought you was a fool or a liar I’d tell yer so.”
“Isn’t he perfectly18 splendid,” Doris whispered in her mother’s ear. “Isn’t he picturesque19? Oh, I think he’s just adorable.”
“Well, now, my man,” said Mr. Martin, considerably20 jarred by his caller’s frank declaration, “what is it? I think I’ve heard of you and I think if it wasn’t for you that murderous toy wouldn’t be locked up in that closet there.” Ira glanced toward the family dungeon21. “As I understand it, from what Mrs. Nelson says, you got my boy’s head full of nonsense and he ran amuck22. He told the truth and confessed it and lost a hundred dollars and his gun and a trip out west. And the gun’s locked up in that closet where it will never do any more harm. It will never shoot any more deer in season or out of season—I suppose you’ve shot them both ways.”
“Yes, sir, I have,” drawled Ira, “but I never used more than one gun at a time; I never dropped an animal with two different kinds of bullets like your boy did——”
Mr. Martin looked surprised.
“I was thinkin’,” said Ira, not giving Mr. Martin a chance to comment upon this mystery, “that maybe not knowin’ much ’bout guns and bein’ sceered of ’em—I can always mostly spot folks that’s daffy ’bout firearms—I was thinking maybe you was just crazy fool enough when you was mad ter lock that murderous toy up while it was loaded. Of course if you done that you can’t exactly say it won’t do no more harm.”
This was exactly what Mr. Martin had done and a titter from his daughter reminded him that he was at a slight disadvantage.
“I’d like ter see whether both shots has been fired outer that gun,” Ira drawled on. “I’d jes kind of sorter like to look it over. And while I’m at it, I’ll take out the cartridge23 that I think is still in it. Then it can’t bite. Maybe I’ll be able ter tell yer somethin’ or other when I get through. Now you jes get that gun out without any more foolin’ around or else yer don’t deserve ter be the father o’ that kid. Get it out an’ don’t waste no more time; them gents is startin’ a meetin’ up yonder.”
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