For a moment the signs promised hugely of smoke and flying lead and sudden death, and the interest of Dodge1 was awakened2. Later, when the episode had been thoroughly3 searched, it grew to be the popular conclusion that the affair was wholly of the surface. Mr. Allison himself said that he was saved in a manner occult, and not to be understood, and explained how his intuitions warned him of a pending4 peril5. Had it not been for those warning impressions, which he insisted came from guardian6 spirits interested for his safety, Mr. Allison held that the business might have taken on a serious not to say a sanguinary hue7.
Cimarron Bill declined the theory of guardian spirits as maintained by Mr. Allison; he took the blame of that gentleman’s escape upon himself.
“Clay never got no speritual hunch,” said Cimarron. “Which it was my own ontimely cur’osity that give him warnin’. I’m in the Long Branch at the time, an’ nacherally, after gettin’ Bat’s word, I keep protroodin’ my head a whole lot, expectin’ every minute’s goin’ to be Clay’s next; an’ he ups an’ notices it.”
Mr. Short joined with Cimarron, and expressed a skepticism as to Mr. Allison having been bucklered by disembodied influences.
“I never did go a foot,” concluded Mr. Short, “on speritualism, with its table-tippin’ an’ its ghost-dancin’. Cimarron’s argument sounds a heap more feasible. In my opinion, Clay saw thar was a hen on by Cimarron’s face.”
“You can gamble a handful of reds,” remarked Cimarron Bill, disgustedly, “he sees it in my face. Which it’ll be a lesson to me to hide myse’f the next time one of them Las Animas terrors comes bulgin’ into camp, ontil Bat’s added him to the list. I shore won’t sp’ile another sech a layout by bein’ prematoorly inquisitive9 that a-way.”
“Well,” returned Mr. Masterson, with whom Mr. Short and Cimarron Bill were in talk, “whether Clay was saved by spirits, or by just his own horse sense, I’m glad it ended as it did.”
The chances favour the assumption that, had Mr. Masterson been up and about, the trouble would have had no beginning. In that event he would have been more or less in the company of Mr. Allison. Such a spectacle, while it might not instruct the mean intelligence of the Ground Owl10, would have at least advised his caution. He would have gained therefrom some glint of Mr. Allison’s position in the world, and refrained from insults which, when the latter reviewed them by the light of liquor afterwards obtained, sent him on the wretched Ground Owl’s trail.
Those differences between Mr. Allison and the Ground Owl began at the Wright House breakfast table. They did not culminate11, however, until late in the morning, and when, commonly, Mr. Masterson would have been abroad about his duty. But the night before had been a trying one for Mr. Masterson. He was employed until broad day in keeping Mr. McBride from slaying13 Bobby Gill, and never sought his blankets until an hour after dawn.
Mr. McBride had been a brother scout14 with Mr. Masterson in the Cheyenne wars. Later he came to Dodge, as he said, to “quiet down.” In carrying out his plan of quieting down, Mr. McBride espoused15 and took to wife, one Bridget, who for years had been recognised as the official scold of Dodge.
In an elder day, Bridget would have graced a ducking-stool. Dodge, however, owned no such instrument of correction. Neither, save during the June rise, was there a sufficient depth of water in the Arkansas to make a ducking-stool effective. Mr. McBride following marriage lived in terror of Bridget’s awful tongue, which served him right, so people said, for having been a fool.
At the end of their first wedded16 year, that is to say upon the third day prior to the trouble between Mr. Allison and the Ground Owl, Mr. McBride, by some lucky thick-skull utterance17 as to what should be a government policy touching18 Cheyennes, incurred19 the contempt of Bridget. The word “lucky” is employed because the contempt induced was beyond power of words to express, and Bridget became so surcharged of views derogatory to Mr. McBride that she burst a blood-vessel and died. Mr. McBride’s release left him in a pleasant daze20. Being, however, a slave to the conventional, he did not laugh, but lapsed21 into lamentations, wound his sombrero with black and, with woe-lengthened visage, made ready for the last rites22.
On the day of the funeral, it being the immemorial custom of Dodge to attend such ceremonies in a body, the house of Mr. McBride was full. Mr. McBride felt the tribute, and his heart swelled23 with excusable pride. He glanced out through his tears, and counted as present the best faces of the town.
The occasion would have been forever cherished among the proudest memories of Mr. McBride, had it not been for the untoward24 conduct of Bobby Gill. This latter ignobility25 was the pet barbarian26 of Dodge, just as Bridget had been its pet virago27. Also, there had existed feud28 between Bridget and Bobby; they had felt for one another the jealous hate of rivals. Bridget at the mere29 sight of Bobby Gill was wont30 to uncork the vitriol of her anger. She would sear him verbally, while he replied in kind, Dodge standing31 by to listen and admire.
Still, Bridget was never permitted a victory over Bobby. While she could say more than he could, his observations had a cutting force beyond her genius. As Mr. Kelly—who was deep in the lore32 of guns—observed:
“Bridget’s like a Winchester, while old Bobby’s like a Sharp’s. She can shoot faster than he can; but thar’s more powder behind what Bobby says. Also, he’s got more muzzle33 velocity34. An’ he carries further.”
“I entertains opinions similar,” said Cimarron Bill, who as Aunt Nettie Dawson’s nephew was no mean judge of a tirade35.
As Mr. McBride was feeding that pardonable vanity chronicled and flattering himself with a review of the mourning throng36, Bobby Gill appeared at the door. Bobby toed in like an Indian or a pigeon, and because he walked on the ball of his foot as does the wolf, he possessed37 a lurking38, spying manner.
Bobby came in, his wool hat held between his fingers, in a tight roll. Being in he began peeping and peering, right and left, and craning over intervening shoulders as though to get a glimpse of the casket. Mr. McBride crossed over to Bobby with a step serious and slow:
“Bobby,” said Mr. McBride, manner gloomly firm, “you an’ Bridget never agreed, an’ you’ll obleege me by hittin’ the street.”
Bobby backed softly out. At the door, as though to vindicate39 the respectful innocence40 of his motives41, he paused.
“Say, Mack,” he whispered, in mingled42 apology and reproach, “I only jest wanted to see was she shore dead.”
It wasn’t until late in the evening, when the sad responsibilities of the day had been lifted from his mind, that Mr. McBride became a burden upon the hands of Mr. Masterson. Mr. McBride said that he’d been insulted; the memory of Bridget he averred43 had met with disrespect. Thereupon he buckled44 on his six-shooter—which had been laid aside in funeral deference45 to the day—and announced an intention to hunt down Bobby Gill.
“Come, Mack!” argued Mr. Masterson, soothingly46, “it isn’t creditable to you—isn’t creditable to Bridget.”
“But, Bat,” sobbed47 Mr. McBride, as he half-cocked his Colt’s-45, and sadly revolved48 the cylinder49 to make sure that all worked smoothly50, “I’ve put up with a heap from Bobby—me and Bridget has—an’ now I’m goin’ to nacherally discontinue him a lot.”
“You oughtn’t to mind old Bobby,” Mr. Masterson insisted. “Everybody knows he’s locoed.”
“If he’s locoed,” Mr. McBride retorted through his grief, “I’m locoed, too. Sorrow over Bridget an’ the onmerited contoomely of that old profligate51 has shore left me as crazy as a woman’s watch. Bat, don’t stop me! Which I’ve sot my heart on his h’ar.”
Mr. Masterson was granite52. There was no shaking him off. He persuaded, commanded, explained, and gave his word that Bobby Gill should make humble53 amends54. At last, Mr. McBride, realising the inevitable55, surrendered, and promised to be at peace.
“For all that, Bat,” concluded Mr. McBride, with a gulp56, “old Bobby’s queered them obsequies for me. I can never look back on ’em now without regret.”
It was the bluish dawn before Mr. Masterson felt justified57 in leaving the widowed Mr. McBride. He was so worn with his labours that he made no more profound arrangements for slumber58 than casting aside his coat and kicking off his boots. A moment later he was as sound asleep as a tree.
Mr. Masterson had been asleep four hours, when Jack59 broke in upon him with the rude word that Mr. Allison had “turned in to tree the town.”
“You can nail him from the window,” puffed60 Jack, who was out of breath with hurry. “You haven’t time to pull on your boots and go down. Your best hold is to get the drop on him from the window, an’ when he makes a break, cut loose.”
Mr. Masterson sprang from the blankets and caught up his Sharp’s for the honour of Dodge. To permit Mr. Allison to give the town an unchecked shaking up would mean immortal61 disgrace. For all the hurry, however, Mr. Masterson had time to admire the military sagacity of Jack.
“Some day you’ll make a marshal, Jack,” quoth Mr. Masterson, and the “cluck-cluck!” of the buffalo62 gun as he cocked it served to punctuate63 the remark.
Some cynic, with a purpose to injure that commonwealth64 only equalled by his sour carelessness of truth, once said that Indiana was settled by folk who had started for the West, but lost their nerve. This is apparent slander65, and not to be believed of a people who later endowed us with Ade, Tarkington, David Graham Phillips and Ben Hur. The one disgrace traceable to Indiana is that in some unguarded moment she gave birth to the Ground Owl, and sent him forth66 to vex67 the finer sentiments of Dodge. Also the Ground Owl, with his insolences, imbecilities, and feeble timidities, was the harder to bear since he never once offered the outraged69 public, in whose side he was the thorn, an opening to be rid of him by customary lead and powder means.
The Ground Owl had come to Dodge in fear and trembling. He did not want to come, but for reasons never fathomed71 he couldn’t remain in Indiana. It was a wholesale72 firm in Chicago that asked Mr. Wright to employ him as salesman in his store; and Mr. Wright, acting73 after those reckless business methods that obtain in the West and are a never flagging wellspring of trouble, consented without waiting to see the Ground Owl or estimate his length and breadth and depth as a communal74 disaster. For this blinded procedure Mr. Wright was often sorely blamed.
And yet to Mr. Masterson, rather than to Mr. Wright, should be charged the prolonged infliction75 of the Ground Owl’s presence. Once installed behind the counters of Mr. Wright, the Ground Owl lost no time in seeking Mr. Masterson. Every Dodgeian wore a gun, and this display of force excited the Ground Owl vastly. The latent uncertainties77 of his surroundings alarmed him. Dodge was a volcano; an eruption78 might occur at any time! The air to-day was wholesome79; to-morrow it might be as full of lead as the Ozarks! In this fashion vibrated the hair-hung fears of the Ground Owl, and with a cheek of chalk he sought out Mr. Masterson to canvass80 ways and means to best conserve81 his safety. Mr. Masterson, who could hardly grasp the notion of personal cowardice82 on the part of any man, was shocked. However, he made no comment, evinced not the least surprise, but asked:
“You’re afraid some of the boys’ll shoot you up?”
“In some moment of excitement, you know!” returned the Ground Owl, quaveringly.
“And you want to know what to do to be saved?”
“Yes,” said the Ground Owl, attention on the strain.
“Then never pack a gun.”
Mr. Masterson explained to the Ground Owl that to slay12 an unarmed man, whatever the provocation83, was beyond an etiquette84. The West would never sink to such vulgar depths. No one, however locoed of drink, would make a target of the Ground Owl while the latter wasn’t heeled.
“Of course,” observed Mr. Masterson, by way of qualification, “you’re not to go hovering85 about scrimmages in which you’ve no personal concern. In that case, some of the boys might get confused and rub you out erroneously.”
That golden secret of how to grow old in the West went deep into the aspen soul of the Ground Owl. As its direct fruit he would as soon take arsenic86 as belt on a pistol. There was a faulty side, however, to the Masterson suggestion. In time, realising an immunity87, the Ground Owl grew confident; and the confidence bred insolence68, and a smart weakness for insulting persiflage88, that were among the most exasperating89 features of a life in Dodge while the Ground Owl lasted.
It is a revenge that cowards often take. Make them safe, and you are apt to make them unbearable90. They will offer outrage70 when they know there can be no reprisal91. Thus they humour themselves with the impression of a personal courage on their coward parts, and prevent self-contempt from overwhelming them.
The Ground Owl owned another name—a rightful name. It was Bennington Du Pont, and he capitalized the “Pont.” The name was thrown away on Dodge, for Cimarron Bill rechristened him the Ground Owl.
“What may I call you?” Cimarron had demanded. Then, as though explaining a rudeness: “The reason I inquire is that, if you-all continues to grow on me, I might want to ask you to take a seegyar.”
“Which you’ll pardon me,” returned Cimarron Bill, severely93, “if yereafter I prefers to alloode to you as the Ground Owl.”
“The Ground Owl!” exclaimed the renamed one, his horror giving him a desperate courage. “Why the Ground Owl?”
“Why the Ground Owl?” repeated Cimarron. Then solemnly: “Because the rattlesnakes don’t kill ’em, an’ no one knows wherefore.”
Thus it befell that within twenty-four hours after his advent94 every ear in Dodge had heard of the Ground Owl, and not one of Bennington Du Pont.
The Ground Owl’s address was the Wright House. It was at this hostelry he received his earliest glimpse of Mr. Allison, and organised those insult-born differences.
Mr. Allison’s country was Las Animas and the region round about. He had been over in the Panhandle, and was spurring homeward by way of Dodge. Having put his weary pony95 in the corral, he sought his own refreshment96 at the Wright House.
Mr. Allison was celebrated97 for force of character, and the democratic frankness of his six-shooters. His entrance into Las Animas’ social circles had been managed with effect. That was seven years before, and Mr. Hixenbaugh told this of Mr. Allison’s début.
“Which I was in the Sound Asleep Saloon,” explained Mr. Hixenbaugh, “tryin’ to fill a club flush, when the music of firearms floats over from across the street. I goes to the door on the lope, bein’ curious as to who’s hit, an thar on t’other side I observes a sport who’s sufferin’ from one of them deeformities called a clubfoot, and who’s got a gun in each hand. He’s jest caught Bill Gatling in the knee, an’ is bein’ harassed98 at with six-shooters by Gene99 Watkins an’ Len Woodruff, who’s whangin’ away at him from Crosby’s door. I lands on the sidewalk in time to see him hive Gene with a bullet in the calf100 of his laig. Then Gene an’ Bill an’ Len, the first two bein’ redooced to crawl on hands an’ knees by virchoo of them bullets, takes refooge in Crosby’s, an’ surveys this club-foot party a heap respectful from a winder. As I crosses over to extend congratyoolations, he w’irls on me.
“‘Be you too a hostile?’ he asks, domineerin’ at me with his guns.
“‘Hostile nothin’!’ I replies; ‘I’m simply comin’ over in a sperit of admiration101. What’s the trouble?’
“‘Stranger,’ he says, ‘that question is beyond me. I’ve only been in your town four minutes, an’ yet thar seems to be a kind o’ prejewdyce ag’inst me in the minds of the ignorant few. But never mind,’ he concloods; ‘we’re all cap’ble of mistakes. My name’s Clay Allison, an’ these folks’ll know me better by an’ by. When they do know me, an’ have arrived at a complete onderstandin’ of my pecooliarities, they’ll walk ’round me like I was a swamp.’”
Following this introduction, it would appear that Mr. Allison was taken into fellowship by Las Animas. The crippled foot and the consequent limp were lost sight of when he was in the saddle. When he was afoot they went verbally unnoticed, since it was his habit to use a Winchester for a crutch102.
After eight weeks in Las Animas, Mr. Allison felt as much at home as though he had founded the town. Also, he became nervously103 sensitive over the public well-being104, and, mounted on a milk-white pony, which he called his “wah hoss,” rode into open court, and urged that convention of justice, then sitting, to adjourn105. Mr. Allison made the point that a too persistent106 holding of court militated against a popular repose107. Inasmuch as he accompanied his opinions with the crutch-Winchester aforesaid, their soundness was conceded by the presiding judge. The judge, as he ordered an adjournment108, said that in the face of what practical arguments were presented by Mr. Allison he was driven to regard the whole theory of courts as at best but academic.
Later, by two months, Mr. Allison was driven to slay the Las Animas marshal. In this adventure he again demonstrated the accurate workings of his mind. The marshal, just before he drifted into the infinite, had emptied the right barrel of a Greener 10-gauge into Mr. Allison’s brother, John. A shotgun has two barrels, and the jury convoked109 in the premises110, basing decision on that second barrel and arguing from all the circumstances that the late officer was gunning for the entire Allison family, gave a verdict of self-defence.
Mr. Allison was honourably111 acquitted112, and the acquittal much encouraged his belief in justice. It showed him too the tolerant spirit of Las Animas, and he displayed his appreciation113 thereof by engaging in that rugged114 Western pastime known as “Standing the Town on Its Head.” Indeed, Mr. Allison made the bodily reversal of Las Animas a sacred duty to be performed twice a year; but since he invariably pitched upon Christmas and the Fourth of July for these pageantries, the public, so far from finding invidious fault, was inclined to join with him. In short, so much were Mr. Allison and Las Animas one in soul and sentiment, that the moment they had conquered the complete acquaintance of each other they—to employ a metaphor115 of the farms—“fell together like a shock of oats.” Mr. Allison was proud of Las Animas, while Las Animas looked upon Mr. Allison as the chief jewel in its crown.
On the breath of admiration some waif-word of the hardy116 deeds of Mr. Allison would now and again be wafted117 down the river to Dodge. Envious118 ones, who hated Dodge and resented its high repute as “a camp that was never treed,” had been even heard to prophesy119 that Mr. Allison would one day devote a leisure hour to subjecting Dodge to those processes of inversion120 which Las Animas had enjoyed, and leave its hitherto unconquered heels where its head should be. These insolent121 anticipations122 would wring123 the heart of Cimarron Bill.
“You can hock your spurs an’ pony,” he was wont to respond, “that if Clay ever shakes up Dodge, he’ll shake it in the smoke.”
Mr. Masterson, when the threats of an Allison invasion were brought to his notice, would say nothing. He held it unbecoming his official character to resent a hypothesis, and base declarations of war on an assumption of what might be.
“It’s bad policy,” quoth Mr. Masterson, “to ford124 a river before you reach it. It’ll be time to settle what Dodge’ll do with Clay, when Clay begins to do things to Dodge. He’ll have to open a game, however, that no one’s ever heard of, if Dodge don’t get better than an even break.”
“Shore!” coincided Cimarron Bill, confidently. “The idee, because Clay can bluff125 ’round among them Las Animas tarrapins without gettin’ called, that he can go dictatin’ terms to Dodge, is eediotic. He’d be too dead to skin in about a minute! That’s straight; he wouldn’t last as long as a drink of whiskey!”
The Ground Owl was alone in the breakfast room of the Wright House when Mr. Allison limped in. All men have their delicate side, and it was Mr. Allison’s to regard the open wearing of one’s iron-mongery as bad form. Wherefore, he was accustomed to hide the Colt’s pistols wherewith his hips126 were decked, beneath the tails of a clerical black coat. Inasmuch as he had left the crutch-Winchester with his sombrero at the hat-rack, even an alarmist like the Ground Owl could discover nothing appalling127 in his exterior128. The halting gait and the black coat made for a harmless impression that went far to unlock the derision of the Ground Owl. He treated himself to an evil grin as Mr. Allison limped to a seat opposite; but since Mr. Allison didn’t catch the malicious129 gleam of it, the grin got by unchallenged.
It was a breakfast custom of the Wright House to provide doughnuts as a fashion of a side-dish whereat a boarder might nibble130 while awaiting the baking-powder biscuit, “salt hoss,” canned tomatoes, tinned potatoes, coffee and condensed milk that made up the lawful131 breakfast of the caravansary. Las Animas being devoid132 of doughnuts, Mr. Allison had never met one. Moved by the doughnut example of the Ground Owl, he tasted that delicacy133. The doughnut as an edible134 proved kindly135 to the palate of Mr. Allison, and upon experiment he desired more. The dish had been drawn136 over to the elbow of the Ground Owl, and was out of his reach. Perceiving this, Mr. Allison pointed137 with appealing finger. “Pard,” said Mr. Allison, politely, “please pass them fried holes.”
“Fried holes!” cried the Ground Owl, going off into derisive138 laughter. “Fried holes! Say! you limp in your talk like you do in your walk! Fried holes!” and the Ground Owl again burst into uninstructed mirth.
The Ground Owl’s glee was frost-bitten in the bud. The frost that nipped it was induced by a Colt’s pistol in the hand of Mr. Allison, the chilling muzzle not a foot from his scared face. The Ground Owl’s veins139 ran ice; he choked and fell back in his helpless chair. Not less formidable than the Colt’s pistol was the fury-twisted visage of Mr. Allison.
Even in his terror the Ground Owl recalled the word of Mr. Masterson.
For one hideous141 moment Mr. Allison hesitated; it was in his mind to violate a precedent142, and slaughter143 the gunless Ground Owl where he sat. But his instincts and his education made against it; he jammed his weapon back into its scabbard with the terse144 command:
“Go heel yourse’f, you bull-snake! Dodge’ll have you or me to plant!”
The Ground Owl groped his frightened way to the door. A moment later he was burrowing145 deep beneath a stack of alfalfa hay in Mr. Trask’s corral, and it would have been necessary to set fire to the hay to find him. Mr. Allison sat glaring, awaiting the Ground Owl’s return—which he never doubted. He no longer wanted breakfast, he wanted blood.
Dodge knew nothing of these ferocious146 doings—the insult, the flight of the Ground Owl, and the vicious waiting of Mr. Allison. The first news of it that reached Dodge was when Mr. Allison—rifle in its saddle-scabbard, six-shooters at his belt—came whooping147 and spurring, the sublimation148 of warlike defiance149, into the town’s main thoroughfare. He had saddled that bronco within twenty feet of the Ground Owl, shivering beneath the hay. The explosive monologue150 with which he had accompanied the saddling, and wherein he promised a host of bloody151 experiences to the Ground Owl, rendered that recreant152 as cold as a key and as limp as a rag.
After a mad dash up and down the street, enlivened by divers153 war shouts, Mr. Allison pulled up in front of Mr. Webster’s Alamo Saloon. Sitting in the saddle, he fiercely demanded the Ground Owl at the hands of the public, and threatened Dodge with extinction154 in case he was denied.
Affairs stood thus when Jack turned Mr. Masterson out of his blankets. The soul of Jack was in arms. It would have broken his boy’s heart had Mr. Allison flung forth his challenge in the open causeways of Dodge and departed, unaccommodated, unrebuked, to cheer Las Animas with a recount of his prowess.
“That’s business!” exulted155 Jack, as the double “cluck!” of Mr. Masterson’s buffalo gun broke charmingly upon his ear. “Send daylight plumb156 through him! Don’t let him go back to Las Animas with a yarn157 about how Dodge laid down to him!”
It was the first impression of Mr. Masterson that Mr. Allison’s purpose was to merely feed his self-love by a general defiance of Dodge. He would ride and shout and shoot and disport158 himself unlawfully. In this he would demonstrate the prostrate159 sort of the Dodgeian nerve.
Mr. Masterson was clear that this contumely must be checked. It would never do to let word drift into Texas that Dodge had wilted160. Were that to occur, when the boys with the Autumn herds161 came in, never a mirror in town would survive; the very air would sing and buzz with contemptuous bullets. Mr. Masterson, from his window, came carefully down on Mr. Allison with the buffalo gun; he would reprove that fatuous162 egotist, whose conceit163 it was to fancy that he could stand up Dodge.
Mr. Masterson would have instantly shot Mr. Allison from the saddle, but was withstood by a detail. Mr. Allison’s six-shooters were still in his belt; his Winchester was still in its scabbard beneath his leg. These innocuous conditions constrained164 Mr. Masterson to pause; he must, according to the rule in such case made and provided, wait until a weapon was in the overt165 hand of Mr. Allison.
Mr. Masterson could make neither head nor tail of what Mr. Allison was saying. For the most it was curse, and threat, coupled with pictures of what terrific punishments—to cure it of its pride—Mr. Allison would presently inflict76 upon Dodge. This being all, however, Mr. Masterson could do no more than wait—being at pains, meanwhile, to see the oratorical166 Mr. Allison through both sights of the buffalo gun. When Mr. Allison snatched a pistol from his belt, that would be Mr. Masterson’s cue; he would then drill him for the good of Dodge and the instruction of Las Animas.
Having the business wholly in hand, it was next the thought of Mr. Masterson to obviate167 interference. He turned to Jack:
“Skip out, and tell Kell and Short and Cimarron not to run in on Clay. Tell ’em I’ve got him covered and to keep away. If they closed in on him, they might blank my fire.”
When Jack was gone, Mr. Masterson again settled to his aim, picking out a spot under the right shoulder of Mr. Allison wherein to plant the bullet. “It’s where I’d plug a buffalo bull,” ruminated168 Mr. Masterson, “and it ought to do for Clay.”
Mr. Allison maintained his verbal flow unchecked. He had elocutionary gifts, had Mr. Allison, and flaunted169 them. Mingling170 scorn with reproach, and casting defiance over all, he spake in unmeasured terms of Dodge and its inhabitants. But never once did he lay hand to gun; it was solely171 an exhibition of rhetoric172.
Mr. Masterson waxed weary. There were spaces when the mills of Mr. Allison’s vituperation ran low; at such intervals173 Mr. Masterson would take the buffalo gun from his shoulder. Anon, Mr. Allison’s choler would mount, his threats and maledictions against all things Dodgeian would soar. Thereupon, hope would relight its taper174 in the eye of Mr. Masterson; he would again cover Mr. Allison with his buffalo gun. Mr. Allison’s energy would again dwindle175, and the light of hope again sink low in the Masterson eye. The buffalo gun would be given another recess176. First and last, by the later word of Mr. Masterson, Mr. Allison was covered and uncovered twenty times. It was exceedingly fatiguing177 to Mr. Masterson, who was losing respect for Mr. Allison, as one all talk and no shoot.
While Mr. Allison vituperated, his glance roved up and down the street.
“What’s the matter with him!” considered Mr. Masterson disgustedly. “Why doesn’t he throw himself loose!”
Mr. Masterson’s disgust became amazement178 when Mr. Allison turned in his saddle, and asked in tones wherein was more of complaint than challenge:
“Where’s Bat Masterson? He’s on the squar’! He won’t let no cheap store clerk put it all over me, an’ get away! Where’s Bat?”
As though seeking reply, Mr. Allison in a most pacific manner got down from the saddle, and limped away out of range into Mr. Webster’s Alamo.
Mr. Masterson pitched the buffalo gun into a corner, put on his more personal artillery179, and repaired to the Alamo with the thought of investigating the phenomenon. In the Alamo he found Mr. Allison asking Mr. Webster—who looked a bit pale—to send for Mr. Masterson.
“Have somebody round Bat up,” said Mr. Allison, peevishly180. “Which I want a talk with him about my injuries.”
“What’s wrong, Clay?” asked Mr. Masterson—outwardly careless, inwardly as alert as a bobcat. “What’s gone wrong?”
“Is that you, Bat?” demanded Mr. Allison, facing around on his lame8 foot. “Wherever have you been for the last half hour? I’ve hunted you all over camp.”
“Where have I been for a half hour? I’ve been seesawing181 on you with a Sharp’s for the better part of it.”
“Is that so!” exclaimed Mr. Allison, while his face lighted up with a kind of pleased conviction. “Thar, d’ye see now! While I was in that saddle I could feel I was covered every moment. It was the sperits tellin’ me! They kept warnin’ me that if I batted an eye or wagged a year I was a goner. It was shore one of them prov’dential hunches182 which is told of by gospel sharps in pra’r-meetin’s.”
Mr. Masterson’s indignation was extreme when he had heard the story of Mr. Allison’s ill usage. And at that, his anger rested upon the wrongs of Dodge rather than upon those of Mr. Allison.
“One may now see,” said Mr. Masterson, “the hole into which good people can be put by a cowardly outcast of the Ground Owl type. That disgusting Ground Owl might have been the means of killing183 a dozen men. Here he turns in an’ stirs Clay up; and then, when he’s got him keyed to concert pitch, he sneaks184 away and hides, and leaves us with Clay on our hands!”
Cimarron Bill came into the Alamo; his brow turned dark with the scandal of those friendly relations between Mr. Masterson and Mr. Allison, which he saw and did not understand. Drawing aside, he stood moodily185 at the end of the bar, keeping a midnight eye the while on Mr. Allison, thirsting for an outbreak.
Mr. Masterson approached him craftily—being diplomatic and having a mind to preserve the peace.
“There’s something I want you to do, Cimarron,” said Mr. Masterson, easily. The other brightened. “No, not that!” continued Mr. Masterson, intercepting186 a savage187 look which Cimarron bestowed188 upon Mr. Allison, “not Clay.”
“Who then?” demanded Cimarron, greatly disappointed.
“The other one,” responded Mr. Masterson. “Still I don’t want you to overplay. You must use judgment189, and while careful not to do too little, be equally careful not to do too much. This is the proposition: You are to go romancing ’round until you locate that miscreant190 Ground Owl. Once located, you are to softly, yet sufficiently191, bend a gun over his head.”
“Leave the Ground Owl to me,” said Cimarron Bill, his buoyant nature beginning to collect itself. As he went forth upon his mission, he tossed this assurance over his shoulder: “You gents’ll hear a dog howl poco tempo192, an’ when you do you can gamble me an’ that Ground Owl clerk has crossed up with one another.”
“That,” observed Mr. Short, who arrived in time to hear the commission given Cimarron Bill, “that’s what I call gettin’ action both ways from the jack. You split out Cimarron from Clay here; an’ at the same time arrange to stampede that malignant193 Ground Owl out o’ camp. Which I always allowed you had a head for business, Bat.”
Cimarron Bill was wrong. He did not cut the trail of the vermin Ground Owl—lying close beneath the alfalfa of Mr. Trask! Neither did any dog howl that day. But Dodge was victorious194 without. It was rid of the offensive Ground Owl; when the sun went down that craven one crept forth, and fled by cloak of night.
“Which it goes to show,” explained Cimarron Bill, judgmatically, when a week later he was recovered from the gloom into which Mr. Allison’s escape had plunged195 him, “which it goes to show that every cloud has a silver linin’. Clay saves himse’f; but that Ground Owl has to go. It’s a stand-off. We lose on Clay; but we shore win on that Ground Owl man.”
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peril
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guardian
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lame
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culminate
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slaying
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utterance
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touching
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incurred
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lapsed
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untoward
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virago
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lore
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muzzle
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velocity
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throng
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possessed
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innocence
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motives
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buckled
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deference
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soothingly
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sobbed
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revolved
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cylinder
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smoothly
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profligate
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granite
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humble
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amends
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inevitable
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gulp
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justified
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slumber
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jack
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puffed
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immortal
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buffalo
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punctuate
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commonwealth
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slander
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forth
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insolence
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fathomed
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wholesale
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acting
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communal
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infliction
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uncertainties
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eruption
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cowardice
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provocation
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faltered
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advent
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pony
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refreshment
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adjournment
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metaphor
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