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Elwin and Courthope's Pope, IV, 232. See also 159, note I. T.E. Lounsbury, The Text of Shakespeare, 281. "'The Popiad' which appeared in July, and 'The Female Dunciad' which followed the month after ... were essentially miscellanies devoted to attacks upon the poet, and for them authors were not so much responsible as publishers." Elwin and Courthope's Pope, IV, 141, note 5.
The men in blue wavered. Here and there, a revolver was covertly returned to place. Lounsbury pushed forward to the stove, Fraser beside him. "Hold on, boys," he said again, and pointed at Matthews; "hold on I've got a message for that man." The lull became a dead silence. To the troopers, the sight of shoulder-straps was discomfiting.
"I don't see how I can ever look Lounsbury in the face again," he said bitterly. Whereupon, she straightway began to comfort him. At the shack, Oliver and Dallas had arrived at the question of future safety. "I must insist," the captain was saying, "upon your coming to live at the Fort.
A bright fire and a singing coffee-pail welcomed the three as the door swung wide, and the section-boss, who was urging Marylyn to "rustle some grub," turned with a testy word. But he fell silent when he saw Lounsbury, and edged into the dusky shelter of the hearth-side. The storekeeper nodded to him, shook hands absently with the younger girl, and took a bench.
Lounsbury turned in his saddle and looked toward the shack. "Marylyn?" he said. "What a pretty name! Sounds like Maryland. How'd she " He paused questioningly. "Mother's name was Mary Lynn," she answered, her voice lowered. "So she just put it together." "And yours?" "Mine's Dallas. I was born in Texas." He leaned back against his high cantle and smiled. "I could 'a' guessed that," he declared.
As he swung it forward, the single eye of a revolver held his. Beyond was Lounsbury. A queer tremor ran around the storekeeper's mouth. His nostrils swelled, and he wrinkled his forehead. "Sorry," he said drily, "but it's my bead." Sheer surprise, together with a lack of breath, made the other dumb. "Drop your gun," bade Lounsbury. Matthews' right hand loosed its hold.
Now that all danger was past, he felt no gratitude for the routing of Matthews and the strategy at The Trooper's Delight. He could only feel that his authority in his own home was threatened. He turned his back. Lounsbury glanced at the girls. They were watching their father appealingly. "I should say," went on Lounsbury, "that we have the interests of your daughters at heart."
Lounsbury glanced inquiringly about him. His neighbours were also watching the strange sight. At the windows of the bunk-house opposite, and at the openings of other buildings near, were many faces, wide with good-natured grins. As Lounsbury turned to the travellers again his own mouth curved in a smile. But, all at once, he sobered.
He further lightened the packs by putting a load on Mulvaney. And they climbed down to the water's edge to glance once more at the turbulent stream. "No use of waiting any more," Lounsbury said at last. "Of course not. Get on your horse." Then they rode away, these two worthy men, back toward the settlements.
In the city life that they planned he would fit in well; his uncle would help him to get on his feet. Fortunately for their peace of mind, they did not know the real truth, that Kenly Lounsbury himself was at that moment struggling with financial problems that were about to overwhelm him.
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