Desert reclamation -- California -- Fiction; Love stories; Western stories
"Well, you see," explained the driver in his slow way, "hit was like
this. That there saloon were plumb full of sailor-men all exceptin' you
an' me. I was a heap admirin' of the way you handled that big hombre
what opened the meetin' and also his two pardners, who aimed to back
his play. Hit was sure pretty work. The rest of the crowd sort o'
bunched in one end of the room an' when you began addressin' the
congregation, so to speak, on the habits, character, customs and
breedin' of sailor-men in general an' the present company in
particular, I see right there that you was a-bitin' off more 'n you
could chaw. It wasn't no way reasonable that any human could handle
that whole outfit with only just his bare hands, so I edged over your
way, plumb edified by your remarks, and when the rush for the mourners'
bench come I unlimbered an' headed the stampede pronto. Then I made my
little proposition. I told 'em that, bein' the only individual on the
premises not a sailor-man nor an Irishman, I felt it my duty to referee
the obsequies, so to speak, and that odds of twenty to one, not to
mention knives, was strictly agin my convictions. Moreover, bein' the
sole an' only uninterested audience, I had rights. Then I offers to bet
my pile, even money, that you could handle the whole bunch, takin' 'em
two at a throw. I knowed it were some odds, but I noticed that them
three what opened the meetin' was still under the influence. Also I
undertook to see that specifications was faithfully fulfilled."
"Mither av Gawd, fwhat a sociable!" broke in the Irishman. "An' me too
dhrunk to remimber rightly! Did they take yer bet? Ye sun-burned limb
av the divil--did they take ut?"
"They sure did," drawled the driver. "I had my gun on them all the
time."
"Hurroo! An' did I do ut? Tell me quick--did I do ut? Sure I could aisy
av nothin' happened."
"You laid your first pair on top of the three, then the police called
the game and the bets were off."
"They pinched the house?"
"They took you an' me."
"Sure! av course they would take us two. 'Tis thim San Felipe police
knows their duty. But how could they do ut?"
"I forget details right here, bein' temporarily incapacitated by one o'
them hittin' me with a club from behind. I woke up in a cell with you."
The Irishman rubbed the back of his head. "Come to think av ut, I have
a bit av a bump on me own noodle that 'tis like helps to exshplain the
cell. But fwhat in the divil's name brung us here in this Gawd-forsaken
Nobody's Place? Pass me another pipeful an' tell me that av ye can."
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