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Smelts who, with all the abandonment of a bereft widow, cast herself beside the huddled figure lying motionless in the snow. "What's all this row about?" demanded Cockeye, forcing his way to the front and assuming an air of stern authority. "They've killed my Jim!" wailed Mrs. Smelts. "I'm goin' to have the law on 'em!"
"It's all right; he came this way," said the latter; but he did not trouble to show us indications. I am a pretty fair game trailer myself, but I could make out nothing. We proceeded slowly, Curley afoot leading his horse. The direction continued to be toward Cockeye. Sometimes we could all see plain footprints; again the trail was, at least as far as I was concerned, a total loss.
The benignant Inuit custom that allows a plurality of wives to those that desire it, leaves him not altogether comfortless in his old age; but "Cockeye" was his first favorite wife, and the mother of the great majority of his children.
"This Curley person is all right," observed Windy Bill after a while, "I was brung up to find my way about, and I can puzzle out most anywhere a critter has gone and left a sign; but this yere Curley can track a humming bird acrost a granite boulder!" After a little while Curley stopped for us to catch up. "Seems to me no manner of doubt but what he's headed for Cockeye," he said.
"Yes, the kid was just that pore, pathetic kind to carry a dinky twenty-two, and with the tears runnin' down his cheeks begins to talk tall. Now what does that Cockeye do? Why, that pore kid that he had skinned couldn't 'a' hurt him with his pore little bric-a-brac. Does Cock-eye take his little parlour ornament away from him, and spank him, and tell him to go home? No, he never.
"'Oh we had a lot of dese niggers roun' town yere. They was me, an' Crooksie, an' Homer, an' Bear, an' Cockeye, an' a lot of dese yer town niggers. "'How did you come out? asked Bill. "'Oh, dem Tuskegee niggers give us a good lickin'. "'What position did you play? "'Me? said Bob, 'I was de cap'en. I played all roun'. I played center. Den I played quarterback. Den I played halfback.
"When we come up on Cockeye," he was explaining, "I want you to take a half dozen men or so and throw around the other side on the Cochise trail " His speech was cut short by the sound of a rifle shot. The country was still flat, unsuited for concealment or defence. We were riding carelessly. A shivering shock ran through my frame and my horse plunged wildly.
I should never have noticed anything merely another tiny black spot among other spots but Buck nodded instantly he saw it. "It's about ten rods west of whar I found the grass," said Curley. "Looks like he's headed for that water in Cockeye Basin. From thar he could easy make Cochise when he got rested." "Looks likely," agreed Buck. "Can't you find no footprints?"
He'd give it up when he'd retrieved it, an' yell to have it throwed again. That was his idea of fun just like a fool pup. "Well, one day this Sloppy Weather is off chasing jack-rabbits an' don't come home. Nobody thinks anything about that, nor even notices it. But we afterward finds out that he'd met up with Blacklock that day, an' stopped to visit with him sorry day for Cockeye.
Now it was the very next day after this that Mary-go-round an' the Boss plans another scout. I'm to go, too. It was a Wednesday, an' we lay it out that the Cockeye would prob'ly shoot that day so's to get his fish down to the railroad Thursday, so they'd reach Sacramento Friday fish day, see. It wasn't much to go by, but it was the high card in our hand, an' we allowed to draw to it.
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