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But I'd happened to come along, and he jumped me into the vacancy, and I expect he is pretty near consoled. And as boss of the outfit he beat Trampas, who was settin' up for opposition boss. And the outfit is better than satisfied it come out that way, and they're stayin' with him; and he'll hand them all back in good condition, barrin' that lost cook.
And I am goin' to advise your folks," ended the complete Scipio, "not to leave you travel so much alone not till you've learned more life." He had made me feel my inexperience, convinced me of innocence, undoubtedly; and during the final days of our journey I no longer invoked his aid to my reflections upon this especial topic: What would the Virginian do to Trampas?
The Virginian paused, and finished eating a leg. And then with diabolic art he made a feint at wandering to new fields of anecdote. "Talkin' of senators," he resumed, "Senator Wise " "How much did you say wages were at Tulare?" inquired one of the Trampas faction. "How much? Why, I never knew what the foreman got. The regular hands got a hundred. Senator Wise " "A hundred a MONTH?"
"Any man is to be congratulated on getting a rise, I expect." This time the Virginian let him have it. "Cert'nly. And I ain't forgetting how much I owe mine to you." Trampas would have liked to let himself go. "I've not come here for any forgiveness," he sneered. "When did yu' feel yu' needed any?" The Virginian was impregnable. Trampas seemed to feel how little he was going this way.
"We've paid pretty well, you see." "You're late for Tulare, Trampas," said the Virginian. "I was not thinking of Tulare," Trampas retorted. Scipio's nose was in the frying-pan. "Mos' comical spot you ever struck!" said the Virginian, looking round upon the whole company. He allowed himself a broad smile of retrospect. "To hear 'em talk frawgs at Tulare!
"Especially Trampas," said I. "The Judge knows about that," I added. "Knows, does he? What's he say?" Scipio drew me quickly out of the bunk house. "Says it's no business of his." "Said nothing but that?" Scipio's curiosity seemed strangely intense. "Made no suggestion? Not a thing?" "Not a thing. Said he didn't want to know and didn't care." "How did he happen to hear about it?" snapped Scipio.
Evidently he had "begun right away," as the Judge had directed. He had told his fortune to his brother cow-punchers, and this was their answer. "I wonder if Trampas is shouting too?" inquired Ogden. "Hm!" said the Judge. "That is one of the particulars I wash my hands of." I knew that he entirely meant it.
Once more the door opened. A man with slim black eyebrows, slim black mustache, and a black shirt tied with a white handkerchief was looking steadily from one to the other of us. "Good day!" he remarked generally and without enthusiasm; and to the Virginian, "Where's Schoffner?" "I expaict he'll have got his bottle by now, Trampas." Trampas looked from one to the other of us again.
There was in his countenance the same ugliness that his words conveyed. "Who's that talkin'?" said one of the men near me, in a low voice. "Trampas." "What's he?" "Cow-puncher, bronco-buster, tin-horn, most anything." "Who's he talkin' at?" "Think it's the black-headed guy he's talking at." "That ain't supposed to be safe, is it?" "Guess we're all goin' to find out in a few minutes."
And then, perceiving the Virginian's expression, he broke out laughing. "Well," he exclaimed, "yu' fooled me that time." "Looks that way. But I do mean it about Trampas." Presently Scipio rose, and noticed the half-finished exercise upon the Virginian's desk. "Trampas is a rolling stone," he said. "A rolling piece of mud," corrected the Virginian. "Mud! That's right. I'm a rolling stone.
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