You're in yere to make things interestin', I sees that, an' I'll voylate my business principles an' take a night off to entertain you.' An' yere Cherokee lugs out a roll of bills big enough to choke a cow.
"'I goes you if I lose,' says the Stingin' Lizard.Then assoomin' a sooperior air, he remarks: 'Mebby it's a drink back on the trail when I has misgivin's as to the rectitood of this yere brace you're dealin'.Bein' public-sperited that a-way, in my first frenzy Iallows I'll take my gun an' abate it a whole lot.But a ca'mer mood comes on, an' I decides, as not bein' so likely to disturb a peace-lovin' camp, I removes this trap for the onwary by merely bustin'
the bank.Thar,' goes on the Stingin' Lizard, at the same time dumpin' a large wad on the layout, 'thar's even four thousand dollars.Roll your game for that jest as it lays.'
"'Straighten up your dust,' says Cherokee, his eyes gettin' a kind of gleam into 'em, 'straighten up your stuff an' get it some'ers.
Don't leave it all spraddled over the scene.I turns for it ready enough, but we ain't goin' to argue none as to where it lays after the kyard falls.'
"The rest of us who's been buckin' the game moderate an' right cashes in at this, an' leaves an onobstructed cloth to the Stingin'
Lizard.This yere's more caution than good nacher.As long as folks is bettin' along in limits, say onder fifty dollars, thar ain't no shootin' likely to ensoo.But whenever a game gets immoderate that a-way, an' the limit's off, an' things is goin' that locoed they begins to play a thousand an' over on a kyard an' scream for action, gents of experience stands ready to go to duckin' lead an' dodgin'
bullets instanter.
"But to resoome: The Stingin' Lizard lines up his stuff, an' the deal begins.It ain't thirty seconds till the bank wins, an' the Stingin' Lizard is the wrong side of the layout from his money.He takes it onusual ugly, only he ain't sayin' much.He sa'nters over to the bar, an' gets a big drink.Cherokee is rifflin' the deck, but I notes he's got his gray eye on the Stingin' Lizard, an' my respect for him increases rapid.I sees he ain't goin' to get the worst of no deal, an' is organized to protect his game plumb through if this Lizard makes a break."'Do you--all know where I hails from?' asks the Stingin' Lizard, comin' back to Cherokee after he's done hid his drink.
"'Which I shorely don't;' says Cherokee.'I has from time to time much worthless information thrust upon me, but so far I escapes all news of you complete.'
"'Where I comes from, which is Texas,' says the Lizard, ignorin' of Cherokee's manner, the same bein' some insultin', `they teaches the babies two things,-never eat your own beef, an' never let no kyard-thief down you:
"'Which is highly thrillin',' says Cherokee, 'as reminiscences of your yooth, but where does you-all get action on 'em in Arizona?'
"'Where I gets action won't be no question long,' says the Lizard, mighty truculent.'I now announces that this yere game is a skin an'
a brace.Tharfore I returns for my money; an', to be frank, Ireturns a-shootin':
"It's at this p'int we-alls who represents the public kicks back our chairs an' stampedes outen range.As the Lizard makes his bluff his hand goes to his artillery like a flash.
"The Lizard's some quick, but Cherokee's too soon for him.With the first move of the Lizard's hand, he searches out a bowie from som'ers back of his neck.I'm some employed placin' myse'f at the time, an' don't decern it none till Cherokee brings it over his shoulder like a stream of white light.
"It's shore great knife-work.Cherokee gives the Lizard aige an p'int, an' all in one motion.Before the Lizard more'n lifts his weepon, Cherokee half slashes his gun-hand off at the wrist; an'
then, jest as the Lizard begins to wonder at it, he gets the nine-inch blade plumb through his neck.He's let out right thar.
"'It looks like I has more of this thing to do,' says Cherokee, an'
his tone shows he's half-way mournin' over it, ` than any sport in the Territory.I tries to keep outen this, but that Lizard gent would have it.'
"After the killin', Enright an' Doc Peets, with Boggs, Tutt, an'
Jack Moore, sorter talks it over quiet, an' allows it's all right.
"'This Stingin' Lizard gent,' says Enright, has been projectin'
'round lustin' for trouble now, mebby it's six weeks.It's amazin'
to me he lasts as long as he does, an' it speaks volumes for the forbearin', law-abiding temper of the Wolfville public.This Lizard's a mighty oppressive person, an' a heap obnoxious; an' while I don't like a knife none myse'f as a trail out, an' inclines to distrust a gent who does, I s'pose it's after all a heap a matter of taste an' the way your folks brings you up.I leans to the view, gents, that this yere corpse is constructed on the squar'.What do you-all think, Peets?'
"'I entertains ideas sim'lar,' says Doc Peets.'Of course I takes it this kyard-sharp, Cherokee, aims to bury his dead.He nacherally ain't look.in' for the camp to go 'round cleanin' up after him none.' "That's about how it stands.Nobody finds fault with Cherokee, an' as he ups an' plants the Stingin' Lizard's remainder the next day, makin' the deal with a stained box, crape, an' the full regalia, it all leaves the camp with a mighty decent impression.By first-drink time in the evenin' of the second day, we ain't thinkin' no more about it.
"Now you-all begins to marvel where do we get to the hangin' of Cherokee Hall? We're workin' in towards it now.
"You sees, followin' the Stingin' Lizard's jump into the misty beyond--which it's that sudden I offers two to one them angels notes a look of s'prise on the Stingin' Lizard's face as to how he comes to make the trip-Cherokee goes on dealin' faro same as usual.As Isays before, he ain't no talker, nohow; now he says less than ever.
"But what strikes us as onusual is, he saddles up a pinto pony he's got over to the corral, an' jumps off every now an' then for two an'
