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"Second the motion." "Motion bein' seconded, all in favor say 'aye. An' I hope no citizen of this camp'll be so dogged mean as to say anything else." "Aye," pealed the lusty chorus. Mr. Adams tried to speak; Charley and Billy looked at one another and grinned. And Billy waved at his father and Mr. Grigsby, who had pressed up the hill to learn what was going on.
If the peace news comes tomorrow, the camp'll go mad, and I shall have to look after them." They paused at the gate, and he kissed her. She lay passive in his arms, the moonlight touched her brown hair, and the beautiful curves of her cheek and throat. "Wasn't it heavenly to-day?" she whispered. "Heavenly! Go home!"
Fallon danced about, waving his arms and shouting: "Th' new camp'll go t'rough hell a whoopin'! Bill'll be boss, an' th' min'll tear out th' bone to bate Moncrossen!" Order was finally restored, and the three seated themselves while Bill recounted his adventures. Appleton's brow clouded as he learned the details of the bird's-eye plot. "So that's the way he worked it?" he exclaimed.
With a sly wink toward the others, the old man drained the glass at a gulp and passed it innocently to be refilled. "I'll let him go this time," rumbled Creed with a frown. "He's headin' for Buck Moncrossen's camp Moncrossen'll break him!" "Or he'll break Moncrossen!" interrupted Daddy, bringing his crutch down upon the floor. "The one camp'll not hold the two o' thim f'r long.
The camp'll be attacked in five minits more or less. I chanced to overhear the blackguards. Their chief comes here to set Muster Brixton free. Then och! here he comes! Do as I bid ye, ivery wan, an' howld yer tongues." The latter words were said energetically, but in a low whisper, for footsteps were heard outside as if approaching stealthily.
"'Thar ain't no use denyin' it, Miss, says Enright, 'your paw struck in on the big trail where the hoof-prints all p'ints one way. But don't take it hard, Miss, thar ain't a gent don't give you sympathy. What you do now is stay right yere, an' the camp'll tend to the funeral, an' put it up right an' jest as you says, you bein' mourner-in-chief.
The camp'll be attacked in ten minutes! Be obadient now, an' foller me." Flinders turned and ran out again, taking the path to Gashford's hut with the speed of a hunted hare. Fred Westly followed. Bursting in upon the bully, who had not yet retired to rest, the Irishman seized him by both arms and repeated his alarming words, with this addition: "Sind some wan to rouse the camp but silently!
He's a rustler an' a hoss-thief, an' a murderer who, as he says, has planted forty-two, not countin' Injuns, Mexicans an' mavericks. He oughter be massacred; an' as it's come your way, why prance in an' spill his blood. This camp'll justify an' applaud the play. "'But I can't fight none, says the Signal party. 'It's ag'in the rooles an' reg'lations of the army.
"'Don't upset your whiskey frettin' about the company, says Jack, a-plantin' of the infant on the bar, while we-alls crowds in for a look at him. `The camp'll play this hand; an' the company ain't goin' to be in it a little bit. "'I wish Enright an' Peets was yere, says Cherokee Hall, 'to be heard hereon; which I shore deems this a grave occasion.
And yestiddy I was over that way lookin' up fishin' places to recommend to our guests and saw the whole outfit swimmin'. A cute lot o' youngsters. Mos' likely th' camp'll bring considerable business to the hotel; folks comin' up to visit their kids." "Well, I suppose that's the trick," said Congdon as Leary started upstairs with their bags.
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