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So long as things went his way he was a prince, right there with the jolly haw-haw, fond of callin' wifey pet names before strangers, and posin' as an easy mark, but let anybody try to pull off any programme that didn't jibe with his, and black clouds rolled up sudden in the West. "I do hope," goes on Ferdie, "that nothing of that sort occurs while we are here."
I felt that I must be cautious and tread carefully if I would influence him for his good, so I brought forth the argument that seldom failed with him, and sez I: "If I hadn't no other reason for jinin' in these doin's, cookin' has got to be done and how can a statute or a Historical Tabloo bile potatoes and brile steak and make yeast emptin's bread perked up on a pedestal or posin' in the creek, and you know, Josiah, that no matter how fur ambition or vain glory may lead a man, his appetite has got to be squenched, and vittles has got to be cooked else how can he squench it."
They did the talkin' and posin', and the politicians in the movement got all the plums. It's always the case. The Citizens' Union has lasted a little bit longer than the reform crowd that went before them, but that's because they learned a thing or two from us. They learned how to put up a pretty good bluff and bluff Counts a lot in politics.
What was Daniel in the Lions' Den, compared with Herr Alexander in the same? Not, as the prophet is pictured, in the farthest corner from the lions, and manifestly saying to himself: "If I was only out of this!" But with his head right smack dab in the lion's mouth. Right in it. Yes, sir. "S' Posin'!" we gasped, all goggle-eyed, "jist s'posin' that there lion was to shut his mouth! Ga-ash!"
"I've earned it," he said earnestly. "An' I've had a mighty hard time provin' my right to wear it. There's men that will tempt you out of pure deviltry, an' others that will try to shoot such a fancy out of your system. But I didn't wear the 'Square' because I wanted to folks hung it onto me without me askin'. That's one reason I left Tombstone; I'd got tired of posin' as an angel."
It was rather crowded. I marvelled that nobody was using the shower-baths. I soaped myself, stood beneath the big iron water-pipe and waited, but there was no response. There was a loud laugh, then a miner asked: "Air ye posin' for yer photo, mister?" "No. What's the matter with the water?" "Fits, Buttie it's got fits!" There was plenty of food, of a kind.
"He's playful enough," was the reply, "some like a kitten, an' he surely is plenty restless in his habits. But where he shines is nerves. Why, pard, he c'd make a parcel of females besieged by a mouse look as if they was posin' for a picter, they'd be so still by comparison. But he's gentle, all right."
"Oh don't!" cried Joe, while the cold chills ran up his back. "Who is it?" asked Glenn. "It's that copper-snake, traitor, skunk, water-dog, lizard-hawk, horned frog " "Who do you mean?" interrupted Glenn. "Posin, the maliverous rascal who collogued with the Injins to murder us all! I'm glad he got his dose and if he was alive now, I'd make him swaller at least two foot of my spear," said Sneak.
It was his belief that batting won games. "Bunt one and hit one!" he yelled to the batters. From the pitcher's box a lanky individual was trying to locate the plate. Ken did not need a second glance to see that this fellow was no pitcher. "Stop posin', and pitch!" yelled Arthurs. One by one the batters faced the plate, swung valiantly or wildly at balls and essayed bunts.
"Why, that feller's crept into the house agin," replied Sneak. "Well, but he's come out again," said Joe, reappearing, and walking reluctantly to his loophole. "What did you go in for?" demanded Glenn. "I just wanted to tell Miss Mary that the two oarsmen that helped us to bury Posin were gone over the river, and were safe." "Did she ask for this information?" inquired Glenn.
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