Ju Penrose was a mild sort of sun-worshipper. But he confined his regard to the single blessings1 of light and warmth. Some of his deity's idiosyncrasies were by no means blessings in his estimation. He blamed the sun for the flies. He blamed it that it made necessary the adoption3 of light cotton shirts, which required frequent washing. He, furthermore, blamed it for the temperature of drinks in summer time, in a place where no ice was procurable4. This he regarded as wholly unfair. Then, too, possessing something of an artistic5 eye, he failed to appreciate the necessity for changing the delicate hues7 of nature in spring to a monotonous8 summer tone by the overbearing process of continuing its spring blessing2 ad nauseam. And as for winter, it was perfectly9 ridiculous to turn off its "hot" tap when it was most needed. Yes, there were moments when he certainly felt that he could order matters far more pleasantly if he were given a free hand.
Still, just now winter was a long way off. So that did not trouble him greatly as he lounged in his doorway10, and reposefully11 contemplated12 the ruddy noonday light which was endeavoring to lend picturesqueness13 to a scene which, he assured himself, was an "everlastin' disgrace an' stain on the lousy pretensions14 of a museum of bum15 human intellec's." He was referring to the rest of the buildings which comprised the township, as apart from his own "hotel." The word "saloon" had been struck out of his vocabulary, except for use in scornful depreciation16 of all other enterprises of a character similar to his own.
Just now he was chewing the cud, and, incidentally, a wad of tobacco, of a partial peace. He felt that the recent break up of the Lightfoot gang, so successfully achieved through the agency of hangings and shootings, should certainly contribute to his advantage. He argued that the long-endured threat against Orrville removed, money should automatically become easier, and, consequently, a considerable vista17 of his own personal prosperity opened out before his practical imagination.
Yes, Ju was undoubtedly19 experiencing a certain mild satisfaction. But somehow his ointment20 was not without taint21. He detected a fly in it. And he hated flies--even in ointment.
To understand Ju's feelings clearly one must appreciate the fact that he loved dollars better than anything else in the world. And something he hated with equal fervor22 was to see their flow diverted into any other channel than that of his own pocket. Ten thousand of these delectable23 pieces of highly engraved24 treasure had definitely flowed into some pocket unknown, as a result of the Lightfoot gang episode. The whole transaction he felt was wicked, absolutely wicked. What right had any ten thousand dollars to drift into any unknown pocket? Known, yes. That was legitimate25. It always left an enterprising individual the sporting chance of dipping a hand into it. But the other was an outrage26 against commercialism. Why, if that sort of thing became the general practice, "how," he asked himself, "was an honest trader to live?"
The enquiry was the result of extreme nervous irritation27, and he scratched at the roots of his beard in a genuine physical trouble of that nature.
He was so engrossed28 upon his meditations29 that he entirely30 failed to observe some mounted strangers debouch31 upon the market-place from the western end of the township. Nor was it until they obstructed32 his view that he awoke to their presence. Then he became aware of two men on two horses, leading two pack ponies33.
He scrutinized34 them narrowly without shifting his position, and, long before they reached him, he decided35 they were strangers.
They dismounted in silence and without haste. They went round their horses and loosened cinchas. Then they tied the four beasts to the tie-posts in front of the saloon.
They approached the saloon-keeper. The larger of the two surveyed the unmoved Ju with steady eyes. Then he greeted him in deep, easy tones.
The reflection upon his business house was not lost upon its proprietor37.
"Guess I'm boss of this--hotel."
"Ah--hotel." Bud's gaze wandered over the simple structure. It settled for a moment upon a certain display of debris38, bottles, cases, kegs, lying tumbled at an angle of the building. Then it came back to Ju's hard face, and, in passing, it swept over the weather-boarding of the structure which was plastered thick with paint to rescue it from the ravages39 of drip from the shingle40 roof to which there was no guttering41. "Then I guess we'll get a drink."
By a curious movement Ju seemed to fall back from his position and become swallowed up by the cavity behind him. And Bud and his companion moved forward in his wake.
The place was entirely empty of all but the reek42 of stale tobacco, and the curious, pungent43 odor of alcohol. The two customers lounged against the shabby bar in that attitude which bespoke44 saddle weariness. Ju stood ready to carry out their orders, his busy, enquiring46 mind searching for an indication of the strangers' identity.
But these men displayed no enthusiasm.
"Got any lager?" demanded Bud. "A long lager, right off the ice."
"Ice?" There was every sort of emotion in the echo of the word as the saloon-keeper glanced vengefully across at a window through which the sun was pouring. "Guess we don't grow ice around these parts, 'cep' when we don't need it, an' I don't guess the railroad's discovered they hatched Orrville out yet. We got lager in soak, an' lager by the keg, down in a cool celler. Ef these things ain't to your notion I don't guess you need the lager I kep."
"We'll have the bottled stuff in soak. Long."
"Ther's jest one size. Ef that don't suit, guess you best duplicate."
There was no offense48 in Ju's manner. It was just his cold way of placing facts before his customers, when they were strangers.
He uncorked the bottles and set them beside the long glasses, and waited while Bud poured his out. Then he accepted the price and made change. Jeff silently poured out his and raised it to his lips.
"How, Bud."
"How."
The two men drank and set down their half-emptied glasses.
The sharp ears of the saloon-keeper had caught the name "Bud," and he now stood racking his fertile brains to place it. But the stranger's identity entirely escaped him.
"Times? Sure. Say, I guess you don't belong around. Jest passin' thro'?"
Bud nodded. Jeff had moved off toward the window, where he stood gazing out. The saloon-keeper's gaze followed him.
"Why, yes. We're passin' through," returned Bud, without hesitation52. "You see, we belong down south in the 'T.T.' an' 'O----' country."
"That so?" Ju reached a box of cigars and thrust them at the new customer. "Smoke?" he enquired53. His generosity54 was by no means uncalculated.
Bud helped himself, and in response to Ju's "Your friend?" he called across to Jeff at the window. But Jeff shook his head, and the saloon-keeper was given an opportunity of studying his set features, and the premature55 lines he saw graven upon them. He withdrew the box and turned his attention to the more amenable56 Bud.
"It's a swell57 country down your ways," he observed cordially. Then he added, "You ain't been cussed with a gang o' toughs raidin' stock, neither, same as we have fer the last fi' years. But they're out. Oh, yes, they're sure out. Yes, siree, you guessed right. Ther's sure been some play around here. As neat a hangin' as I've see in thirty-five year tryin' to figger out the sort o' sense stewin' in the think tanks o' the crazy guys who live in cities an' make up po'try about grass. Mebbe you've heard all the play?"
Bud shook his head. He drank up his lager, and took the opportunity of glancing over his glass at Jeff's back. Then he set his glass down and ordered another bottle for both of them.
"No," he observed. "I ain't heard much. I heard there's been some hangin'. The Lightfoot gang, eh? Seems to me I've heard talk of 'em down our way. So you boys here got in on 'em?"
Ju set the two fresh bottles on the counter while Bud lit his cigar.
"That's so," he said with appreciation59, and propped60 his folded arms upon the bar. "It sort o' come sudden, too." He smiled faintly. "It come as I said it would right here in this bar. The boys was settin' around sousing, an' pushin' round the cyards, an' the Vigilante Committee was settin' on a pow-wow. I was tellin' 'em ef the folks had the sense of a blind louse they'd dope out a reward, an' make it big. I guessed they'd get the gang quick that way. Y'see, it don't matter who it is, folks is all after dollars--if there's only enough of 'em. Life's jest made up of two sorts o' guys, the fellers with dollars an' them without. Wal, I guess it's a sort o' play goes right on all the time. You just raise hell around till you get 'em, the other fellers raise hell till you ain't. It's a sort o' give and take, though I reckon the taking seems to be the general scheme adopted. That's how it comes Lightfoot an' his gang got a nasty kink in most o' their necks. It's them dollars. Some wise guy around here jest took himself by the neck and squeezed out a present of ten thousand dollars to the feller who'd sell up Lightfoot's good-will an' business. What happened? Why, it took jest about twenty-four hours for the transaction to be put through. Say, ever hear tell of a time when ther' wa'an't some feller waiting ready to grab on to ten thousand dollars? No, sir. You never did. No, nor no one else, 'cep' he spent the whole of his life in the foolish house."
"Some one betrayed 'em--for ten thousand dollars?"
Bud's question came with a sharp edge to it.
"Don't guess 'betray's' the word, mister. It was jest a commercial transaction. You jest need to get a right understanding of them things. When I got something to sell, an' you're yearnin' to dope out the dollars for it--say ten thousand of 'em--why, I don't guess there's anything else to it but a straight business proposition."
"So you netted the ten thousand?" enquired Bud, in his simplest fashion.
"Me? Gee61! Say, if them ten thousand dollars had wafted62 my way I'd have set this city crazy drunk fer a week. No, sir," he added, with a coldly gloomy shake of the head. "That's jest about the pain I'm sufferin' right now. Some mighty63 slick aleck's helped hisself to them dollars, an' I don't know who--nor does anybody else, 'cep' him who paid 'em."
Bud realized the man's shameless earnestness, but passed it by. He was seeking information. It was what he and Jeff had come for. The manner of this man was coldly callous64, and he knew that every word he uttered was a lash65 applied66 to the bruised67 soul of the man by the window. Irresistible68 sympathy made him turn about.
"Here's your lager, Jeff," he said, in his easiest fashion. He had no desire that Ju should be made aware of the trouble that Jeff was laboring69 under.
Jeff replied at once. His readiness and even cheerfulness of manner surprised Bud. But it relieved him as well.
"Bully70!" he cried, as he came back to the bar. "I was just gettin' a look around at the--city." He turned to Ju with his shadowy smile which almost broke Bud's heart. "Quite a place, eh?"
"Place? Wal, it's got points I allow. So's hell ef you kin49 look at it right." Ju lit a cigar and hid nearly half of it in his capacious mouth. "I'd say," he went on, with a certain satisfaction, "ther's more mush-headed souses in this lay out to the square yard than I've ever heard tell of in any other city. Ef it wa'an't that way I couldn't see myself wastin' a valuable life lookin' at grass, hearin' talk of grass, smellin' grass, an' durned nigh eatin' grass. I tell you right here it takes me countin' my legs twice a day to keep me from the delusion71 I got four, an' every time I got to shake my head at some haf soused bum who's needin' credit I'm scared to death my blamed ears'll start right in flappin'. Why, yes, I guess it's some place--if you don't know no other."
Bud was eager to get to the end of the task he had assumed for his friend. He wanted the facts, all the facts as far as they were available, of the terrible enactments72 in that valley of his early youth.
"An' who antied the price?" he demanded.
"Who? Why, the President of the Western Union Cattle Breeders' Association--Dug McFarlane."
"And you don't know who--accepted it?"
It was Jeff who put the question, and Bud, looking on, saw the steely gleam that lit the man's eyes as he spoke45.
But Ju's amiability73 was passing. He was getting tired of a subject which dealt with another man's profit. He rolled his cigar across his mouth.
"Here. Guess I best tell you the yarn74 as we know it. Y'see," he added regretfully, "we ain't learned a heap 'cep' jest the racket of it. Dug set up the reward overnight. Next night twenty-five of the boys rode out with him to the hills. Ther' was some guy with 'em leadin'. But none of the boys come up with him. He rode with Dug. We've all guessed, but I don't reckon we know, or'll ever know. You see, he got shot up they say by Lightfoot himself. However, it don't signify. I got my notions 'bout58 it, an' anyway I guess they're jest my own. The boys guess it was one of the gang itself. Mebbe it was. Can't rightly say. After they'd located the camp they set out to surround it. It was in a bluff75. The scrap76 started right away, an' there was a deal o' shootin'. One or two o' the boys got shot up bad. Then some one fired the bluff, an' burned 'em right out like a crowd of gophers. After that the scrap came good an' plenty, an' it seems to've lasted nigh an hour. Anyways, they got three of 'em. They shot up several others, an' not more than three got clear away."
"An' what about Lightfoot?" It was Bud who spoke. His voice was changed from its usual deep tone. It was sharp, and almost impatient.
"They got him," said Ju, with a delight so evident that Bud felt like killing77 him for it. "Oh, yes, they got him, sure. A dandy gent with his blue eyes an' curly, tow hair. They don't guess that's his right name tho'. But it don't signify. He was the boss all right, all right, an' they took him, an' hanged him with the other two, right out of hand. Gee, I'd have give a deal to have seen----"
"We'll have to be pushing on now, Bud."
Jeff spoke with his head bent78, examining the face of his gold timepiece. Bud glanced at him. He could see the ghastly hue6 of the averted79 features, and his answer came on the instant.
"You git the ponies cinched up, Jeff," he said quickly. "I'll be right with you."
Ju watched Jeff hurry out of the bar. Then his eyes came searchingly back to Bud's grimly set face.
"Kind o' seems in a hurry, don't he?" he demanded, with a curious look in his hard eyes. "Looks sick, too. Say, I didn't git his name right. Mebbe he's traveling around incog.--ain't that the word?"
There was no mistaking the suggestion in the man's half-smiling, half-sneering manner. The ranchman understood it only too well. He understood most of the ways and expressions of the men of the prairie. The hot blood surged under his calm exterior80. His gray eyes, so accustomed to smiling, snapped dangerously. But his reply came with the same ease which he had displayed most of the time.
"Wal, I don't guess ther's no myst'ry 'bout either of us, which you kind o' seem you'd like to think. Jeff Masters of the 'O----'s' is well enough known to most folks, who got any sort o' knowledge of these parts. An' ther's quite a few folks around here, including Dug McFarlane, li'ble to remember the name of Bud Tristram, of the 'T.T.'s.' But you're sure right in guessin' he's in a hurry to quit. Ther's some places, an' some folks, it ain't good to see a heap of. Ther's fellers with minds like sinks, an' others with natures like rattlers. Neither of them things is as wholesome81 as a Sunday-school, I allow. Jeff ain't yearnin' to explore no sinks, human or any other. An' I've generally noticed his favorite pastime is killin' rattlers. So it's jest about the only thing to do--quit this saloon, same as I'm goin' to do. But say, 'fore18 I go I'd jest like to hand you this. Justice is justice, an' we all need to take our dope when it comes our way. But ther' ain't no right on this blamed earth fer any feller to whoop82 it up at another feller's misdoin's, an' his ultimate undoin'. An' you kin take it how you fancy when I say only the heart of a louse could feel that-a-way--an' that's about the lowest I know how to hand you."
Bud's eyes were shining dangerously. They were squarely looking into the hard face of the saloon-keeper. Not the movement of an eyelid83 escaped him. He literally84 seemed to devour85 the unwholesome picture confronting him. The aggressive chin beard, the continual mastication86 of the cigar which protruded87 from the corner of the mouth. There was deadly fury lurking88 behind Ju's cruel eyes. But the looked-for physical display was withheld89, and Bud finally turned and walked slowly out of the bar.
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It was some minutes since a word had passed between the two men. Jeff had nothing to say, and Bud's sympathy was too deep for words. He was waiting for the younger man to fight his battle to its logical end. He knew, only too well, all that Jeff had suffered since the moment of that gruesome discovery in the Cathills valley. It had been no figure of speech when Jeff had described his twin brother as part of himself. The shock the man had received was, to Bud's mind, as though his heart had been torn asunder90. Hanged as a cattle thief! Was there anything more dire91, more terrible in the imagination of man than to suddenly find that his well-loved brother, twin body of his own, was a cattle thief, possibly a murderer, and had been hanged by his fellow-men? It was a thought to leave the simple Bud staggered. And for the victim of the shock it might well mean the mental breaking point.
Jeff was fighting out his battle with an almost super-human courage. Bud knew that. It was written in every detail of his attitude. In the straining of his blue eyes, in the deep knitting of his fair strong brows, in the painful lines ploughing deeper and deeper about his mouth, and the set of his strong jaws92.
No. There was no thought of breaking in upon the boy's black moments of suffering. He must fight his own battle now, once and for all. When victory had been achieved, then perhaps his sympathy might become helpful. But till then nothing but the necessities of their journey must be allowed to intrude93 between them.
So they rode over the southern trail. The noontide sun scorched94 the parching95 earth with a blistering96 heat, drinking up the last moisture which the tall prairie grass sought to secrete97 at its attenuated98 roots. The world about them was unchanged. Every scene was similar in its characteristics to all that which had become their lives. Yet Bud knew that for one of them, at least, the whole of life, and everything pertaining99 to it, had been completely and terribly distorted.
But the character of Jeffrey Masters was stronger and fiercer than Bud knew. For all his suffering there was no yielding in him. There had been moments when his soul had cried out in agony. There had been moments when the hideousness100 of his weak brother's fall had driven him to the verge101 of madness. But with each yielding to suffering had come a rally of passionate102 force that would not be overborne, and gradually mastery supervened.
Ten miles out of Orrville on the homeward journey Bud received his first intimation that the battle was waning103. It came almost as a shock. They had passed a long stretch of flat grass-land, and were breasting an incline. Jeff, on the lead, had reined104 his horse down to a walk. In a moment they were riding abreast105, with Bud's pack pony106 in between them. Jeff turned his bloodshot eyes upon his friend, then they turned again to the trail.
"There's nothing now, Bud, but to get ahead with all our plans and schemes," he said. "We must drive ahead without any looking back. There's still things in life, I guess, that's worth while, and I'd say not the least of 'em is--work."
He paused. He had been gazing straight ahead to disguise his effort. Now he turned and looked into the face of his friend, and thrust his hat back on his head.
"It's been tough, Bud. So tough I don't know how I got through. Guess I shouldn't have without you. You see, Bud, you never said a thing, and--and that saved me. Guess I'm sort of tired now. Tired of thinking, tired of--everything. But it's over, and now I sort of feel I've got to get busy, or I'll forget how to play the man. I don't guess I'll ever hope to forget. No, I don't want to forget. I couldn't, just as I couldn't forget that there's some one in the world took ten thousand dollars as the price of Ronny's poor foolish life. Oh, it's pretty bad," he sighed wearily. "But--I've closed the book, Bud, and please God I'll never open it again."
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| vi.膨胀，肿胀；增长，增强 | |
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| n.谬见，欺骗，幻觉，迷惑 | |
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| n.和蔼可亲的，亲切的，友善的 | |
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| adj.热情的，热烈的，激昂的，易动情的，易怒的，性情暴躁的 | |
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