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Wambush struck at Bradley with his left hand, but the bar-keeper caught it, and between him and Bradley, Wambush was overpowered. "The sheriff's coming!" a voice exclaimed, as a big man rode up quickly and dismounted. "Hello!" he cried, "I summon you, Buck Hillhouse, and Luke Bradley, in the name o' the law to 'rest Wambush. Take that knife from 'im!"
Beneath and around me, I heard the stir of the hotel; the loud voices of guests, landlord, or bar-keeper; steps echoing on the staircase; the ringing of a bell, announcing arrivals or departures; the porter lumbering past my door with baggage, which he thumped down upon the floors of neighboring chambers; the lighter feet of chambermaids scudding along the passages; it is ridiculous to think what an interest they had for me!
There, while he endeavoured to pick up intelligence from the bar-keeper, he was accosted by a person in canonicals, who very civilly asked if he was a new-comer. Being answered in the affirmative, he gave him the salutation of welcome to the society, and, with great hospitality, undertook to initiate him in the constitutions of the brotherhood.
"No," replied the bar-keeper sullenly, "I'll not drink to any damned foolishness. An' Zeke won't neither." "Oh, yes, he will," Williams returned persuasively, "and so'll you, Joe. You aren't goin' back on me." "No, I'll be just damned if I am," said the barkeeper, half-conquered. "What'll you take, sir?" Williams asked me.
For half an hour at least he scrubbed his head with sand and water, and combed his hair out with his fingers. And then he went over his clothing inch by inch. At least he would be through with one hideous reminder of his imprisonment. After which he dressed again and went back to town and found the saloon where he had eaten. "Hello!" said his friend Finnegan, the bar-keeper. "Back again!"
Evening found me once more in the bar-room of the "Sickle and Sheaf." The sleepy, indifferent bar-keeper, was now more in his element looked brighter, and had quicker motions. Slade, who had partially recovered from the stupefying effects of the heavy draughts of ale with which he washed down his dinner, was also in a better condition, though not inclined to talk.
Three steps from me stood a tall man, lazily leaning with his right arm on the bar, his fingers touching a half-filled glass. He seemed to be gazing past me into the void, and thus allowed me to take note of his appearance. In shirt- sleeves, like the bar-keeper, he had a belt on in which were two large revolvers with white ivory handles.
"Quit selling liquor, sir!" exclaimed Sandy, more astonished than ever. "Quit selling liquor just at this time, when you have made such a hit?" "Yes, Sandy, I'm going to quit it. I'm afraid that we rum-sellers are on the side of hell." "I never once supposed that we were on the side of heaven," the bar-keeper replied, half smiling. "Then what side did you suppose we were on?"
A college boy with a cough, and a Mexican bar-keeper played the mandolins, the local boot and shoe dealer the violin, an Italian the harp, and the whole called itself a string band. Charlotte Leroy, in a rejuvenated dress of former splendour, was a beaming soul of delight. That Alexina, Willy and Celeste had really seen to everything Charlotte had no idea, for neither had she sat down that day.
"Two mint slings," said his companion, giving his orders to the bar-keeper. "Hallo, Graham! Is this you?" exclaimed one or two loungers, coming forward, and shaking him heartily by the hand. "We had just made up our minds that you had joined the cold-water army."
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