The merchant stopped and stood on the sidewalk, unable to decide whether
to face his tormentor or flee. It was just at the quiet time of the
evening when the housewives of the town had finished their evening's
work and stood resting by the kitchen doors. It seemed to Pen Beck that
Smoky Pete's voice could be heard for a mile. He decided to face it out
and if necessary to fight the blacksmith. As he came hurriedly toward
the group before the drug store, Smoky Pete's voice took up the story of
the merchant's wild night. He stepped out from the men in front of the
store and seemed to be addressing himself to the whole street. Clerks,
merchants, and customers rushed out of the stores. “Well,” he cried, “so
you made a night of it with my girl Nell Hunter. When you sat with her
in the back room of the saloon you didn't know I was there. I was hidden
under a table. If you'd done anything more than bite her on the neck I'd
have come out and called you to time.”
Smoky Pete broke into a roaring laugh and waved his arms to the people
gathered in the street and wondering what it was all about. It was for
him one of the really delicious spots of his life. He tried to explain
to the people what he was talking about. “He was with Nell Hunter in
the back room of a saloon over at the county seat,” he shouted. “Edgar
Duncan and Dave Oldham saw him there. He came home with them and the
horse ran away. He didn't commit adultery. I don't want you to think
that happened. All that happened was he bit my best girl, Nell Hunter,
on the neck. That's what makes me so mad. I don't like to have her
bitten by him. She is my girl and belongs to me.”
The blacksmith, forerunner of the modern city newspaper reporter in
his love of taking the center of the stage in order to drag into public
sight the misfortunes of his fellows, did not finish his tirade. The
merchant, white with anger, rushed up and struck him a blow on the chest
with his small and rather fat fist. The blacksmith knocked him into the
gutter and later, when he was arrested, went proudly off to the office
of the town mayor and paid his fine.
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