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"Yu'll be broodin' over present grievances if yu don't look out, yu everlastin' nuisance yu," growled Lanky, planting his elbow in its former position with an emphasis which conveyed a warning. "These bantams ruflle my feathers," remarked Red. "They go around braggin' about th' egg they're goin' to lay an' do enough cacklin' to furnish music for a dozen.
"Well, my gracious!" said the fourth, beating his knee. "Why, yes," observed the Virginian, unexpectedly; "they tell me that aiggs there ain't liable to be so rotten as yu'll strike 'em in this country." None of them had a reply for this, and New York was abandoned. For some reason I felt much better. It was a new line they adopted next, led off by Trampas.
Well, that's a pity; yu'll be falin' low-like." Pasiance tossed her head, snatched up the cat, and ran indoors. I remained staring at Mrs. Hopgood. "Dear-dear," she clucked, "poor lamb. So to spake it's " and she blurted out suddenly, "chuckin' full of wra-ath, he is. Well, there!" My courage failed that evening.
McLean stared and had a slight sense of blushing. "Have a cigarette?" said the leader, over his pie. "Thank yu'," said Lin. "I won't smoke, if yu'll excuse me." He had devised a wholesome meal, with water to drink. "Chewin's no good at meals," continued the boy. "Don't you use tobaccer?" "Onced in a while." The leader spat brightly.
If th' rough stuff he run inta there was on'y th' loikes av yersilf he must have shtruck a soft snap." He arose. "Put th' stringers on him agin, Ridmond, an' take um upstairs an' lock um up! Yu'll be escort wid um tu Calgary whin th' East-bound comes in an' see here, look! . . . I want ye tu be back here agin as soon as iver ye can make ut back.
Not bein' on th' thrail, betune us an' yu', means he's either beat ut shtraight south from yu're place an' over th' ice tu th' railway-thrack, or west a piece, an' thin onto th' thrack. Yu'll niver find a hobo far away from th' line. He'd niver go thrapsein' thru' th' snow tu th' high ground beyant. Yuh cud shpot him plain for miles doin' that comin' along."
Reaching down, he drew the marshal's revolver from its holster and shoved it in its owner's hand. "Yore th' marshal of this place an' it's too good for me, but yore gain' to pick up that tin lie," pointing at the badge, "an' yore goin' to do it right now. Then yore gain' to get kicked out of that door, an' if yu stops runnin' while I can see yu I'll fill yu so full of holes yu'll catch cold.
The proprietor busied himself under the bar. "Yu'll feel better to-morrow. Anyway, what do yu care, yu won't lose yore job," he said, emerging. Buck looked at him and frowned, holding back the words which formed in anger. What was the use, he thought, when every man judged the world in his own way. "Have yu seen any of th' boys?" He asked, smiling again. "Nary a boy.
No, by God! he'll do yur business in double-quick time. Hell and scissors! yu'll see if he don't." Throughout all this speech the brutal fellow taunted me with gestures as well as words drawing from his auditory repeated bursts of laughter.
Then when th' affair comes off yu'll generally find they's been settin' on a door-knob." "Did yu ever see a hen leave th' walks of peace an' bugs an' rustle hell-bent across th' trail plumb in front of a cayuse?" Asked Buck. "They'll leave off rustlin' grub an' become candidates for th' graveyard just for cussedness. Well, a whole lot of men are th' same way.
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