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Shorty's hand flashed out and with an abrupt shoulder grip brought his comrade to a halt. "You ain't telling me you're buyin' a town-site at this fallin'-off place?" "That's your tenth guess, and you win. Come on." "But wait a moment," Shorty pleaded. "Look at it nothin' but bluffs an' slides, all up-and-down. Where could the town stand?" "Search me." "Then you ain't buyin' it for a town?"
If he could have got Shorty down and stood on him he might have beaten off Link until Chief got there. Where was Chief? Where was the gun? Where was he? His head was swimming. Was it his head he had hit against the wall, or did he bang Shorty's? How it resounded!
'Antrim, he says; 'go to your boss! And he gives him a little shove toward Warden. "Warden didn't say nothin' he'd lost his voice, I reckon. But Antrim goes off the handle complete. "'The damned sneak lifted my guns! he yells. "'You wantin' a gun? says Lawler, cold an' ca'm. He backs up an' lifts one of Shorty's. Then he walks close to Antrim an' shoves it into his right hand.
If I see you getting stuck on that dog I'm going to kill him. I'm taking him along because you said you could sell him, and I'm not going to stand any nonsense about it." Shorty's only answer was to open the back door of the machine and motion the dog to jump. He obeyed and curled on the floor. Shorty sat in the back seat while William drove.
No one spoke, and it was a strange procession which wound its way down the creek, and at length halted in front of the roadhouse. There was great indignation at Shorty's when the miners heard of the villainous attempt upon Reynolds' life. At first they would hardly believe it, but as they listened to Frontier Samson, whose words were confirmed by Glen, and Reynolds, they knew that it must be true.
With which sage utterance our friend had to rest content. But while we are on the question, it is passing strange that, in a community such as a regiment, the power of the old soldier should be as great as it is. There was but little exaggeration in Shorty's last remark. In his present position he exercised a far greater influence on the men around him than if he had been a sergeant.
At the same instant there was a series of crashes behind the house; the firecrackers were going off like a volley of rifle-shots. The Major whirled around to see what that meant, and looked into the muzzle of Shorty's revolver. "Surrender, or I'll kill you," shouted Shorty desperately. "Don't stop a minit. Throw up your hands, I tell you."
The fragrance of the coffee, the smell of the fried ham smote Shorty's olfactories with almost irresistible force. He wavered just a little . "Si, I'd trust you as I would no other man in Co. Q or the regiment. I'll " Then his Spartan virtue reasserted itself: "No, Si; you're too young and skittish. You mean well, but you have spells, when " "Fall in, men," said Lieut.
But Shorty's quick, flashing motion checked her made interference by her unnecessary. There was a flash at Shorty's side, and the crash of his pistol rocked the air in the room and the hallway. Singleton straightened, turned slowly, looked full at Shorty. Then without uttering a sound he pitched forward, almost at Lawler's feet.
He passed where one of the Pioneer Corps had laid down his ax for a minute to help on some other work. That minute was spent by Si in walking away with the ax hidden under his long overcoat. Those long overcoats, like charity, covered a multitude of sins. The ax was not sharp no army ax ever was, but Si's and Shorty's muscles were vigorous enough to make up for its dullness.
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