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He tink Mercedes ver' nice girl; he tink I dance bettah as any he ever saw; he say so to me. He do vat Mercedes vant, vat she say vas de right ting sure he do. Vas dat not de bettah, señor?" "Possibly," yet secretly questioning her motives, "but but really, you know, I always supposed you to be a friend of Farnham's!"
An' like measles, mumps an' small-pox, it's bettah to happen when he's young. When that Brevoort critter has trimmed Ken's lamps so's they'll burn steady without flickerin' he'll light up yuah life foh all time, honey. An' she's almost got thu jawb done, or I miss my guess!
That's the way with you people. I get you all your customers and then you neglect me for them." "Law! Mrs. Beckah, how cum you think that? Don't I give you and Miss Lilly shampoos for two bits when I chawges Mrs. Kemble three heads for a dollar?" "Yes, but what about the underwear and socks of Mr. Becker's that you get?" "I allas say I 'ain't got no bettah friend than Mrs. Beckah.
Fin'lly, dey got well, an' I giye de keys to de jailah er de she'iff, er whoever he wuz, and I sez I reckon he bettah lock me up now, and he sez to me, 'Go long, you damn nigger, I ain't a-goin' to lock you up at all. I couldn't, says he to me. It looks like dere ain't no place fer a nigger."
Co'se de darkies did n' lack de way Mars Jeems used 'em, but he wuz de marster, en had a right ter do ez he please'; but dis yer Ole Nick wa'n't nuffin but a po' buckrah, en all de niggers 'spised 'im ez much ez dey hated 'im, fer he did n' own nobody, en wa'n't no bettah 'n a nigger, fer in dem days any 'spectable pusson would ruther be a nigger dan a po' w'ite man.
We are none of us in a mood for trifling to-day." Then the old woman's wrath burst out. "You 'speck I'se feared ter speak fer dat chile w'at stan' by me so? Bettah be keerful yosef, mistis; you alls gittin' on ve'y scarey groun' wid Miss Lou. You tink you kin do wid her w'at you pleases des ez ef she a lil gyurl baby. I reck'n her moder come out'n her grabe ter look arter you ef you ain' keerful."
"By examinin' the cahtridge," continued the Texan in a dangerous voice, "I found that the fatal gun had five grooves and five lands. The usual six-shootah has six grooves and six lands. Let me see yo' gun, sah!" The command came like a whip-crack and little drops of perspiration stood out suddenly on Goliday's ashen forehead. "It's a lie," he stammered. "Yo' had bettah confess, Goliday.
His even teeth showed white against the deep sunburn of his face. "Reckon we-all bettah cut south, Blizzahd," he murmured to his horse. "We haven't got any business on the Llano." He spoke in the soft accents of the old South, and yet his speech was colored with just a trace of Spanish a musical drawl seldom heard far from that portion of Texas bordering the Rio Bravo del Norte.
"Oomph," said the old man, "reckon you bettah let Jim alone twell dem sins o' his'n git him to tossin' an' cryin' an' a mou'nin'. Den'll be time enough to strive wid him. I's allus willin' to do my pa't, Mas' Stuart, but w'en hit comes to ol' time sinnahs lak Jim, I believe in layin' off, an' lettin' de sperit do de strivin'."
When our trails meet again, take care!" The Kid raised one eyebrow. "I always do take care," he drawled. "And while I'm heah in Skull County, yo'd bettah keep yo' dirty work undah covah. Adios!" And humming musically under his breath, The Kid strolled toward the hitch rack where he had left his horse.
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