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And maybe our cows'll commence gettin' killed again, and we'll have to take steps that will be more emphatic maybe." Scipio meditated. "I wonder what killin' a man feels like?" he said. "Why, nothing to bother yu' when he'd ought to have been killed. Next point: Trampas he'll take Shorty with him, which is certainly bad for Shorty. But it's me that has kept Shorty out of harm's way this long.
Trampas had departed into solitude from the saloon, leaving behind him his ULTIMATUM. His loud and public threat was town knowledge already, would very likely be county knowledge to-night. Riders would take it with them to entertain distant cabins up the river and down the river; and by dark the stage would go south with the news of it and the news of its outcome.
It was not indeed. Five years of gathered hate had looked out of the man's eyes. And she asked her lover who this was. "Oh," said he, easily, "just a man I see now and then." "Is his name Trampas?" said Molly Wood. The Virginian looked at her in surprise. "Why, where have you seen him?" he asked. "Never till now. But I knew." "My gracious! Yu' never told me yu' had mind-reading powers."
Taylor, she rose quickly and went to him with a question as to how he was doing. "Rise on your laigs, you polecat," said he, "and tell them you're a liar." The good dame gasped, then bade him lie down, and he obeyed her with that strange double understanding of the delirious; for even while submitting, he muttered "liar," "polecat," and then "Trampas." At that name light flashed on Mrs.
But Scipio le Moyne would say to me now and then, "If I was Trampas, I'd pull my freight." And once he added, "Pull it kind of casual, yu' know, like I wasn't noticing myself do it." "Yes," our friend Shorty murmured pregnantly, with his eye upon the quiet Virginian, "he's sure studying his revenge." "Studying your pussy-cat," said Scipio. "He knows what he'll do. The time 'ain't arrived."
What outlet did yu' give me? Didn't I have it to do? And I'll tell yu' one thing for your consolation: when I got to the middle of the frawgs I 'most believed it myself." And he laughed out the first laugh I had heard him give. The enthusiast came up and shook hands. That led off, and the rest followed, with Trampas at the end. The tide was too strong for him.
Soon the stage would be starting south for the railroad. He had already to-day proposed to his sweetheart that they should take it. Could he for her sake leave unanswered a talking enemy upon the field? His own ears had not heard the enemy. Into these reflections the fool stepped once more. "Of course this country don't believe Trampas," said he. "This country "
Only I didn't expect well, I guess he could surprise me any day he tried." "You're surprising me now," I said. "What's it all about?" "Oh, him and Trampas." "What? Nothing surely happened yet?" I was as curious as Scipio had been. "No, not yet. But there will." "Great Heavens, man! when?" "Just as soon as Trampas makes the first move," Scipio replied easily. I became dignified.
The Virginian had gone straight to his new abode. Trampas lay in his bed, not asleep, and sullen as ever. "He ain't got religion this trip," said Scipio to me. "Did his new foreman get it?" I asked. "Huh! It would spoil him. You keep around that's all. Keep around." Scipio was not to be probed; and I went, still baffled, to my repose. No light burned in the cabin as I approached its door.
The missionary coming on top of Trampas had been more than he could stand. But I did not know, and I spoke with innocent cheeriness. "Is the parson going to save us?" I asked; and I fairly jumped at his voice: "Don't talk so much!" he burst out. I had got the whole accumulation! "Who's been talking?" I in equal anger screeched back. "I'm not trying to save you. I didn't take your rope."
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