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Consider that at that time San Antone was the hub of the wheel of Fortune, and the names of its spokes were Cattle, Wool, Faro, Running Horses, and Ozone. In those times cattlemen played at crack-loo on the sidewalks with double-eagles, and gentlemen backed their conception of the fortuitous card with stacks limited in height only by the interference of gravity.
"Them galliwampuses has fins on their backs, and eighteen toes. This here is a hicklesnifter. It lives under the ground and eats cherries. Don't stand so close to it. It wipes out villages with one stroke of its prehensile tail." Sam, the cosmopolite, who called bartenders in San Antone by their first name, stood in the door. He was a better zoologist.
"I've got to start a bunch of beeves for San Antone in the morning." "I'm your company as far as Dry Lake," announced Baldy. "I've got a round-up camp on the San Marcos cuttin' out two-year-olds." The two /companeros/ mounted their ponies and trotted away from the little railroad settlement, where they had foregathered in the thirsty morning.
I knew that my comrade was not partial to priests, and that he would sooner have trusted Satan himself than one of the tribe; and I attributed his uneasiness to this natural dislike of the clerical fraternity. "Who is he, Antone?" I heard him whisper to the contrabandista. "The cure of San Martin," was the reply. "He is new, then?" said Raoul. Raoul seemed satisfied, and remained silent.
Wherefore, thither journeyed the sowers and the reapers they who stampeded the dollars, and they who rounded them up. Especially did the caterers to the amusement of the people haste to San Antone. Two greatest shows on earth were already there, and dozens of smallest ones were on the way.
"/Star wayno/, says I. 'The little girl deserves it. "'I'm going to San Antone on the last load of wool, says Uncle Cal, 'and select an instrument for her myself. "'Wouldn't it be better, I suggests, 'to take Marilla along and let her pick out one that she likes? "I might have known that would set Uncle Cal going.
Mendoza grinned a comprehending if not a lovely grin. "Si," he grunted. "I seen them fat fellers up in San Antone. All got de sickness of de kidney or de stomach. Me, I rather be poor man and live on de outside." "Well, that ain't bad for an old heathen, eh, Miss Polly?" chuckled Penhallow. "Come on, we've got to load this stuff into the Ford before those greasers get here."
"In coorse I duz that for sartin'. The feelin's I hev torst that gurl air diffrent to them as one hez for Injun squaws, or the queeries I've danced wi' in the fandangoes o' San Antone. Ef she'll agree to be myen, I meen nothin' short o' the hon'rable saramony o' marridge same as atween man an' wife. What do ye think o't?" "I think, Walt, you might do worse than get married.
"Because," he began finally, "I do not belief when Señor Galloway speak that . . ." His eyes had been roving from Norton's, going here and there about the room. Suddenly a startled look came into them and he snapped his mouth shut. "Go on," prompted the sheriff. "I don't remember," grunted Antone. "I forget what Señor Galloway say, what I say.
And out skips Marilla, hollering, 'Oh, oh! with her eyes shining and her hair a-flying. 'Dad dad, she sings out, 'have you brought it have you brought it? and it right there before her eyes, as women will do. "'Finest piano in San Antone, says Uncle Cal, waving his hand, proud. 'Genuine rosewood, and the finest, loudest tone you ever listened to.
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