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"I wanner ask you," he continued, with drunken gravity, "on the squar', now, did you ever drink?" "Why, yes, Uncle," replied the younger man, smiling at the question, "I used to take a friendly glass, once in a while but I don't drink now." He added the last with a finality not to be mistaken, but Mr. Johnson of Hell's Hip Pocket was not there to urge him on. "No, no," he protested.
"If my mem'ry's dealin' a squar' game," remarked the Old Cattleman, as he moved his chair a bit more into the shade, "it's some'ers over in the foot-hills of, the Floridas when Enright vouchsafes why he hates Mexicans." The morning was drowsy. Conversation between us had in a sleepy way ranged a wide field. As had grown to be our habit we at last settled on Wolfville and its volatile inhabitants.
"That's about the way the thing p'ints," responded his companion assentingly. "I reckoned it only squar to use his dientical words?" "That's so." The first speaker turned to the operator with the despatch. "How soon can you shove her through?" The operator glanced professionally over the address and the length of the despatch. "Now," he answered promptly. "And she gets there?" "To-night.
""Can't you-all see them sharps is skinnin' you?" says this friend, an' his tones is loaded with disgust. "Ain't you wise enough to know this game ain't on the squar', an' them outlaws has a end-squeeze box an' is dealin' two kyards at a clatter an' puttin' back right onder your ignorant nose? Which you conducts yourse'f like you was born last week!"
Now yer see, youngsters, ye've got a man of feelin' ter deal with, and yer've got some melons arter all, and got 'em squar', too." "I hear good accounts of you and your children," I said, "and I'm glad of it. Save the seeds of these melons and plant a lot for yourself. See here, Bagley, we'll plow your garden for you this fall, and you can put a better fence around it.
Wall, down yan we turn to the right an' go up a little rise, dip down ag'in, then go up an' keep on a goin' up fur about a mile an' thar's the church. Who preaches to-day, Margaret?" "Brother Fetterson." "Ah, hah, good man; an' I want to say that he's got mighty fine jedgment when it comes to a hoss. He fust rid in here on a hoss that had about fo' j'ints to the squar foot.
"Come, come, Jeff, tell me something new." Hunting's face darkened with suppressed anger and jealousy. After a moment he said, "Is that all?" "Dat's all." "Well, Jeff, here's ten dollars more, and look sharper than ever now." "'Scuse me, Misser Hunting. We'se squar' now. I'se done what I agreed, and now I'se gwine out ob de business." "Has Gregory engaged your services?" asked Hunting, quickly.
"'Well, we challenges the dipper, says Tutt. 'You-all will fight on the squar', or we removes our gent. "'Don't, don't! shouts Texas, like he's agitatcd no limit; 'don't take him outen my sight no more. I only fetches the cup to drink his blood; but it's a small detail, which I shore relinquishes before ever I allows my heaven-sent prey the least loophole to escape.
I leans to the view, gents, that this yere corpse is constructed on the squar'. What do you-all think, Peets? "'I entertains ideas sim'lar, says Doc Peets. 'Of course I takes it this kyard-sharp, Cherokee, aims to bury his dead. He nacherally ain't look. in' for the camp to go 'round cleanin' up after him none. "That's about how it stands.
I tell yo', Jim, it war pitiful. "When I told 'em I war an American, they opened ther arms ter me ter once, 'nd took me in. What questions they asked! And when I told 'em about ther broad acres in Texas, how they cud go thar and each in a few months or years own his own farm half a mile squar, how ther eyes flashed 'nd ther faces glowed!
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