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Willets waited; the riders who came into town waited; it seemed to the residents of Willets that the whole state waited, with its collective gaze upon the little room in the hotel where a man lay, fighting for his life. Shorty waited still silent, the somber brooding light in his eyes; his jaws set a little tighter, his eyes filled with a deeper glow.
She never done a thing fer herself, not even think, an' that's the kind you can put anything over on from a teaparty to a blizzard without her suspectin' a thing. Shorty, I'm gonta make up to Mrs. Shafton an' see what I can get out of her. But we gotta get a trolley line down to Unity an' catch that evenin' train. See?"
Five sleeps I come back plenty grub. This man, his name Shorty, very good friend of mine. He stop here. He big boss savvy?" Carluk nodded and interpreted. "All grub stop here. Shorty, he give 'm grub. He boss savvy?" Carluk interpreted, and nods and guttural cries of agreement proceeded from the men. Smoke remained and managed until the full swing of the arrangement was under way.
We're goin' for old Bragg for every cent we're worth, and we want to git back to the regiment as quick as our leg'll carry us. Hustle around, now." "But what'er we goin' to do with our prisoners?" asked Si. "Blast the prisoners!" answered Shorty with profane emphasis. "Let 'em go to blue blazes, for all that we care. We're after bigger game than a handful o' measly pennyroyal sang-diggers.
I'm to have dinner at Colonel Bowie's, if you want to know. The trouble with you, Shorty, is you're envious because I'm going into high society and you're not invited." "Ain't you some late?" Shorty queried with concern. "What do you mean?" "For dinner. They'll be eatin' supper when you get there."
Shorty, the Japanese half-caste, clown that he was, dancing and grinning on the outskirts of the struggle, with a final grimace and hysterical giggle led the retreat across the poop and down the poop-ladder. Never had I seen a finer exemplification of mob psychology.
They set the example by unrolling their own blankets at the foot of a little jack-oat, whose thickly-growing branches, still bearing a full burden of rusty-brown leaves, made an excellent substitute for a tent. "Crawl in. Si, and git some sleep," said Shorty, filling his pipe. "I'll take a smoke and set up for an hour or two.
In less than an hour Shorty had the Indians fed, and when Samson had provided each with a large plug of tobacco, they all left in the best of spirits for Glen West. Reynolds' entire solicitude was for Glen. He thought not of himself, and paid little heed to the miners as they discussed Curly and his companions.
Si and Shorty fired from the point they had gained, and drew upon themselves quite a storm of shots. "Things look bad," said Si to Shorty. "They've halted there to hold us while they send for reinforcements. We'd better go back to the boys and get things in shape. Mebbe we'd better send back to camp for help." "We'll wait till we find out more about 'em," said Shorty, as they moved back.
"Think o' the awkward squads that used to be continually fallin' over their own feet, and stabbing theirselves with their own bayonets." "Seems so," answered Shorty, "but I don't know that they've growed any faster'n we have. Walt Slusser, who's bin Orderly at Headquarters, says that he heard Capt. McGillicuddy tell Col.
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