"Of course, 'Doby has to go back to lookout his game.An' as Billy's that rent an' shaken by them news he can't work none, he takes two or three drinks of nose-paint, an' then promulgates as how it's a holiday.Billy feels, too, that while this yere's a blow, still it's a great occasion; an' as he takes to feelin' his whiskey an'
roominatin' on the tangled state of affairs, it suddenly strikes him he'll jest nacherally close up the trail by the house.
"'Women is frail people an' can't abide noises that a-way,' says Billy, ` an' 'Doby's shore lookin' some faded himse'f.I reckons, tharfore, I'll sorter stop commerce along this yere thoroughfar'
ontil further orders.What 'Doby an' his squaw needs now is quietood an' peace, an' you can wager all you-alls is worth they ain't goin'
to suffer no disturbances.'
"It ain't half an hour after this before Billy's got two signs, both down an' up the trail, warnin' of people to hunt another wagon-track.The signs is made outen pine boards, an' Billy has marked this yere motto onto 'em with a burnt stick "'DOBY'S GOT A PAPOOSE, SOPULL YOUR FREIGHT."
"It ain't no time after Billy posts his warnin's, an' he's still musin' over 'em mighty reflective, when along projects a Mexican with a pair of burros he's packin' freight on.The Mexican's goin'
by the notices witbout payin' the least heed tharto.But this don't do Billy, an' he stands him up.
"'Can you read?' says Billy to the Mexican, at the same time p'intin' to the signs.
"The Mexican allows in Spanish--which the same Billy saveys an'
palavers liberal--that he can't read.Then he p'ints out to go by ag'in.
"'No you don't none, onless in the smoke; says Billy, an' throws a gun on him.'Pause where you be, my proud Castilian, an' I'll flood your darkened ignorance with light by nacherally readin' this yere inscription to you a whole lot.'
"Tharupon Billy reads off the notice a heap impressive, an' winds up by commandin' of the Mexican to line out on the trail back.
"'Vamos!' says Billy.'Which if you insists on pushin' along through yere I'll turn in an' crawl your hump some.'
"But the Mexican gets ugly as a t'ran'tler at this, an' with one motion he lugs out a six-shooter an' onbosoms the same.
"Billy is a trifle previous with a gun himse'f, an' while the Mexican is mighty abrupt, he gets none the best of Billy.Which the outcome is the Mexican's shot plumb dead in his moccasins, while Billy takes a small crease on his cheek, the same not bein' deadly.
Billy then confiscates the burros.
"'Which I plays 'em in for funeral expenses,' says Billy, an' is turnin' of 'em into the corral by his camp jest as 'Doby comes prancin' out with a six-shooter to take part in whatever game is bein' rolled.
"When 'Doby sees Billy's signs that a-way, he's 'fected so he weeps tears.He puts his hands on Billy's shoulder, an' lookin' at him, while his eyes is swimmin', he says:
"'Billy, you-all is the thoughtfullest pard that ever lived.'
"'Doby throws so much soul into it, an' him givin' 'way to emotions, it comes mighty near onhingin' Billy.
"'I knows I be,' he says, shakin' 'Doby by the hand for a minute, 'but, Old Man, you deserves it.It's comin' to you, an' you bet your life you're goin' to get it.With some folks this yere would be castin' pearls before swine, but not with you, 'Doby.You can 'preciate a play, an' I'm proud to be your partner.'
"The next few months goes on, an' 'Doby an' Billy keeps peggin' away at their claims, an' gettin' drunk an' rich about equal.Billy is still that reedic'lous he won't go up to 'Doby's camp; but 'Doby comes over an' sees him frequent.The first throw out of the box Billy takes a notion ag'in the kid an' allows he don't want no traffic with him,--none whatever.
"But 'Doby won't have it that a-way, an' when it's about six months old he packs said infant over one mornin' while Billy's at breakfast.
"'Ain't he hell!' says 'Doby, a heap gleeful, at the same time sawin' the infant onto Billy direct.
"Of course Billy has to hold him then.Which he acts like he's a hot tamale, an' shifts him about in his arms.But it's plain he ain't so displeased neither.At last the kid reaches out swift an' cinches onto Billy's beard that a-way.This delights Billy, while 'Doby keeps trackin' 'round the room too tickled to set down.All he can remark--an' he does it frequent, like it tells the entire story--is:
"'Billy, ain't he hell?'
"An' Billy ain't none back'ard admittin' he is, an' allows on hesitatin' it's the hunkiest baby in Arizona.
"'An' I've got dust into the thousands,' remarks Billy, 'which says he's the prize papoose of the reservation, an' says it ten to one.
This yere offspring is a credit to you, 'Doby, an' I marvels you-all is that modest over it.'
"'You can bet it ain't no Siwash,' says 'Doby.'It's clean strain, that infant is, if I does say it.'
"'That's whatever.' says Billy.looking the infant over an'
beginnin' to feel as proud of it as 'Doby himse'f, 'that's whatever.
An' I'm yere to remark, any gent who can up an' without no talk or boastin' have such a papoose as that, is licensed to plume himse'f tharon, an' put on dog over it, the same without restraint.If ever you calls the turn for the limit, pard, it's when you has this yere child.'
"At this 'Doby an' Billy shakes hands like it's a ceremony, an' both is grave an' dignified about it.'Doby puts it up that usual he's beyond flattery, but when a gent of jedgement like Billy looks over a play that a-way, an' indorses it, you can bet he's not insensible.
Then they shakes hands ag'in, an' 'Doby says:
"'Moreover, not meanin' no compliments, nor tossin' of no boquets, old pard, me an' Manuela names this young person "Willyum"; same as you-all.'
"Billy comes mighty near droppin' the infant on the floor at this, an' the small victim of his onthoughtfulness that a-way yells like a coyote.
