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Why, I'm starting out to knock the chip off Old Man Trouble's shoulder. Like as not some greaser will collect Mr. Bucky's scalp down in manyana land. No, sir, this doesn't threaten to be a Y. P. S. C. E. excursion." "If it is so dangerous as that, you will need help. I'm awful good at making up, and I can speak Spanish like a native." "Sho! You don't want to go running your neck into a noose.
But, Stillwell, if you drive those vaqueros off, won't they hang around in the foothills? I declare they are a bad lot." Stillwell's mind was not at ease. He paced the porch with a frown clouding his brow. "Gene, I reckon you got this Greaser deal figgered better'n me," said Stillwell. "Now what do you say?" "He'll have to be forced off," replied Stewart, quietly.
It was rumored, too, that late in the afternoon of the same day, when the new greaser had complained of faintness and was seeking a breath of fresh air at the foot of a midships deck-ladder, he had chanced to turn and look up at a man standing on the promenade deck above him.
There niver wor a mon his equal on the U. P. 'ceptin' Casey.... But me, nor any wan, nor yez, either, ever seen Neale loike he wuz thin. He niver hesitated an inch, but wint roight fer Durade. Any dom' fool, even a crazy greaser, would hev seen his finish in Neale. Durade changed quick from hot to cold. An' he shot Neale. "Neale laughed.
"Now, then, you tarnal Greaser," exclaimed Dick, "your jig's danced, an' you must settle with the fiddler. If I only had you out on the prairie, I'd larn you a few things I reckon you never heern tell on. Come here, you keerless feller, an' tell me if you 'member what I said to you yesterday! Whar's Frank?"
I felt I'd never handle a gun again; I couldn't 'a' blasphemed 'longside a babby ef you'd give me ten dollars to try. An' I guess ther' wa'n't no dirty Greaser as I couldn't ha' loved like a brother, I wus that soothed, an' peaceful, an' saft feelin'. I jest took a chaw o' plug, an' sat back an' watched them folks lookin' so noble as they come along in the'r funeral kids an' white chokers.
"Seems to me we better sen' this Greaser off to the States, put him in a 'sylum, er somethin'." "Yes," said the tall Texan; "and I like to know ef that ain't a blame sight worse'n hangin' a man?" "That's so," assented several voices. And indeed to these men, born and bred in the free life of the range, the thought of captivity was more repugnant than the thought of death.
San Antonio puzzled and disturbed him. Three days he had been a non- paying guest of the town, having dropped off there from a box car of an I. & G.N. freight, because Greaser Johnny had told him in Des Moines that the Alamo City was manna fallen, gathered, cooked, and served free with cream and sugar. Curly had found the tip partly a good one.
If you see a greaser prowling around, put him on the run. They're paying good money for horses in Mexico, remember. You're down there to see they don't get 'em too cheap on this side. Do you get that?" "Yes, sir you bet!" "Oh. You do? Well, get in." At the corral he turned again to Johnny. "Stop at the house when you're ready. There's a pile of Modern Mechanics you may as well take along.
Another greaser kept flashin' his gun outside the train. The big man who shoved back the car-door an' did the killin' he was the real gent, an' don't you forget it." Some of the posse sided with the cowboy leader and some with the old cattleman. Finally the young leader disgustedly gathered up his bridle. "Aw, hell! Thet sheriff shoved you off this trail. Mebbe he hed reasons Savvy thet?
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