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Updated: June 18, 2025
"It's the dogs," explained Luke, at the door. "They are a-flirtin' the'r tails about. They'll settle down terrectly. What time do you want to rise in the mornin'?" "When you do. I'm no hand to lie in bed." "You'll have to crawl out with the chickens then." "Luke!" Bradley turned at the door. "What is it, John?" "I don't like Wambush's looks." Bradley laughed, with his hand over his mouth.
It seems mighty queer Toot Wambush's girl takin' care of the very man he tried to wipe off of the face of creation. No wonder he " She twisted her hand from his clasp. "Why do you say I'm his girl?" "Because they all do, I reckon; ain't you? Last night I heard him ask you to follow him." "You never heard me say I would, did you?" "No, but " "Well, then!" She went to the fireplace.
Wambush's horse suddenly snorted, kicked up his heels, and tried to plunge forward, but Burks clung to the reins and held him. "He dug his spur into his hoss on this side like thunder," said a man in the crowd. "It's a wonder he didn't rip 'im open."
He thought her easily the prettiest girl in the room, and he vaguely resented the fact that she was receiving marked attention from a man of Wambush's character. He wanted to knock the fellow's hat off, and tell him that a new man had come into the settlement who could not, and would not, stand such nonsense in the presence of ladies.
"No, let 'em fight it out fa'r an' squar'," suggested red-faced Buck Hillhouse, the bar-keeper, in the autocratic tone he used in conducting cock-fights in his back yard. The blood had left Westerfelt's face. Wambush's eyes gleamed desperately; disarmed, he looked less a man than an infuriated beast.
"Arrest the devil!" came from Wambush's bloody lips. He made a violent effort to free himself, but the two men held him. "I'll he'p yer, whether you deputize me or not!" grunted Bradley, as he hung to the hand which still held the knife, "I'll he'p yer cut 'is d d throat, the cowardly whelp!" "I've got nothin' 'gin nuther party," said the bar-keeper, "but I reckon I'll have to obey the law."
"At the stable, though, young man," reminded the leader "at the stable, when the bluecoats fetched the prisoners an' the plunder in, they told you that they'd found them right whar you said they wus." "You bet he did. What's the use a-jabberin' any longer?" The voice was unmistakably Wambush's, and his angry tones seemed to fire the impatience of the others.
No one quite saw how it happened, but Westerfelt suddenly bent near the earth and sprang forward. Wambush's revolver went off over his head, and before he could cock it again, Westerfelt, with a swift sweep of his arm, had sent it spinning through a window-pane in the hotel. "Ah!" escaped somebody's lips in the silent crowd, and the two men, closely on the alert, faced each other.
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