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"I run agin her when she was a biscuit-shooter." "Sidney, Nebraska. I run again her there, too." "I knowed her at Laramie." "Where's Lin? He knowed her all the way from Bear Creek to Cheyenne." They laughed loudly at this. "That's a lonesome coffin," said the Doughie. "That the best you could do?" "You'd say so!" said Toothpick Kid. "Choices are getting scarce up there," said Chalkeye.
Then, suddenly, Chalkeye and Toothpick Kid came precipitately back. "Her cash," they said. And leaving the notes and coins, they hastened to catch their comrades on the way back to the dance. "I want you," repeated Barker to McLean. "Him!" cried Mrs. Lusk, flashing alert again. "Jessamine wants him about now, I guess. Don't keep him from his girl!"
For Chalkeye was deadly on the shoot, and was ready for it at the drop of the hat, though he had his good points too. One of these was a remarkable fondness for another member of the party, a mere lad, called by his companions Hughie.
I took hold of the farmyard and began building a better chicken house, while the Judge was off creating meadow land in his gray and yellow wilderness. When any cow-boy was unoccupied, he would lounge over to my neighborhood, and silently regard my carpentering. Those cow-punchers bore names of various denominations. There was Honey Wiggin; there was Nebrasky, and Dollar Bill, and Chalkeye.
With lariats looping the coffin round, they brought it and were about to lower it, when Chalkeye, too near the edge, fell in, and one end of the box rested upon him. He could not rise by himself, and they pulled the ropes helplessly above. McLean spoke to Barker. "I'd like to stop this," said he, "but a man might as well " "Might as well stop a cloud-burst," said Barker. "Yes, Doc.
They stood eying each his neighbor, and shifting their eyes, looked away at the great valley. Then they filled in the grave, brought a head-board from a grave near by, and wrote the name and date upon it by scratching with a stone. "She was sure one of us," said Chalkeye. "Let's give her the Lament."
In the course of the day and the second night both the sheepman and his friend made attempt to establish a more cordial relationship with Chalkeye, but so far as any apparent results went their efforts were vain. He refused grimly to meet their overtures half way, even though it was plain from his manner that a break between him and his chief could not long be avoided.
Lin McLean prolonged the sentence like a distant echo. "A chap fixed like you!" The cow-puncher said it slowly to himself. "No, sure." He seemed to be watching Shorty, and Chalkeye, and Dollar Bill going down the road. "That's a new idea Christmas," he murmured, for it was one of his oldest, and he was recalling the Christmas when he wore his first long trousers.
Memories took the place of anticipation, and through their moody shiftings he began to feel a distaste for the company of his friends and a shrinking from their lively voices. He blamed them for this at once. He was surprised to think he had never recognized before how light a weight was Shorty; and here was Chalkeye, who knew better, talking religion after two glasses.
Chalkeye was there, and Nebrasky, and Trampas, and Honey Wiggin, with others, enjoying the occasion; but Honey Wiggin was enjoying himself: he had an audience; he was sitting up discoursing to it. "Hello!" he said, perceiving the Virginian. "So you've dropped in for your turn! Number six, ain't he, boys?"
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