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  “Idon’tknowaboutpromotion,“hereplied。“Theboyshavebeenusedtoseein’meoneofthemselves。Whydon’tyoucomealongwithusfarasPlattsmouth?“Thusheshiftedthesubjectfromhimself,andcalledtomynoticethelocomotivesbackinguptohiscars,andremindedmethatfromPlattsmouthIhadthechoiceoftwotrainsreturning。Buthecouldnothideorbelittlethisconfidenceofhisemployerinhim。Itwasthecareofseveralthousandperishabledollarsandthecontrolofmen。Itwasacompliment。Thereweremoresteersthanmentoberesponsiblefor;butnoneofthesteershadbeensuddenlypickedfromtheherdandsetabovehisfellows。Moreover,Chicagofinishedupthesteers;butthenew-madedeputyforemanhadthentoleadhissixhighlyunoccupiedbrethrenawayfromtowns,andbackinpeacetotheranch,ordisappointtheJudge,whoneededtheirservices。

  Thesethingssometimesgowronginalandwheretheysayyouareallbornequal;andthatquarterofanodinColonelCyrusJones’seatingpalaceheldmoreequalitythananywholenodyoucouldsee。ButtheVirginiandidnotseeit,therebeingatimeforallthings。

  Wetrundleddowntheflopping,heavy-eddiedMissouritoPlattsmouth,andtheretheybackedusontoasiding,theChristianEndeavorbeingexpectedtopassthatway。Andwhiletheequalityabsorbedthemselvesinadeepbutharmlessgameofpokerbythesideoftherailwayline,theVirginianandIsatonthetopofacar,contemplatingthesandyshallowsofthePlatte。

  “Ishouldthinkyou’dtakeahand,“saidI。

  “Poker?Withthemkittens?“Oneflashoftheinnermanlightenedinhiseyesanddiedaway,andhefinishedwithhisgentledrawl,“WhenIplay,Iwantittobeinterestin’。“HetookoutSirWalter’sKenilworthoncemore,andturnedthevolumeoverandoverslowly,withoutopeningit。YoucannottellifinspirithewanderedonBearCreekwiththegirlwhosebookitwas。Thespiritwillgooneroad,andthethoughtanother,andthebodyitsownwaysometimes。“QueenElizabethwouldhaveplayedamightypow’fulgame,“washisnextremark。

  “Poker?“saidI。

  “Yes,seh。DoyouexpaictEuropehasgotanyqueenequaltoheratpresent?“

  Idoubtedit。

  “Victoria’dgetprettynighslainslidingchipsoutagaynstElizabeth。Onlymos’prob’lyVictoriashe’dinsistonahalf-centlimit。YouhavereadthishyehKenilworth?Well,dealElizabethacehigh,an’shecouldscareRobertDudleywithafullhouseplumbouto’thebettin’。“

  IsaidthatIbelievedsheunquestionablycould。

  “And,“saidtheVirginian,“ifEssex’splaygotnexthertoonear,Ireckonshe’dhavestackedthecyards。Say,d’yu’

  rememberShakespeare’sfatman?“

  “Falstaff?Oh,yes,indeed。“

  “Ain’tthatgrand?Why,hemakesmentalkthewaytheydoinlife。Ireckonhecouldn’tgetprintedto-day。It’sarightdownshameShakespearecouldn’tknowaboutpoker。He’dhavehadFalstaffplayingalldayatthatTearsheetoutfit。AndthePrincewouldhavebeathim。“

  “ThePrincehadthebrains,“saidI。

  “Brains?“

  “Well,didn’the?“

  “Inevehthoughttonotice。Likeasnothedid。“

  “AndFalstaffdidn’t,Isuppose?“

  “Oh,yes,seh!Falstaffcouldhaveplayedwhist。“

  “Isupposeyouknowwhatyou’retalkingabout;Idon’t,“saidI,forhewasdrawlingagain。

  Thecow-puncher’seyerestedamomentamiablyuponme。“Youcanplaywhistwithyourbrains,“hemused,——“brainsandcyards。Nowcyardsareonlyoneo’themanifestationsofpokerinthishyehworld。Oneo’theshapesyufoolwithitinwhentheday’sworkisoveh。IfamanisbuiltlikethatPrinceboywasbuiltandit’sawaydowndeepbeyondbrains,he’llplaywinnin’pokerwithwhateverhandhe’sholdin’whenthetroublebegins。Maybeitwillbeamean,triflin’army,oranemptysix-shooter,oralamehawss,ormaybejustnothin’buthisnaturalcountenance。’Mostanyoldthingwilldoforafello’likethatPrinceboytoplaypokerwith。“

  “ThenI’dbegratefulforyourdefinitionofpoker,“saidI。

  AgaintheVirginianlookedmeoveramiably。“Youputupamightyprettygameo’whistyourself,“heremarked。“Don’tthatgiveyouthecontentedspirit?“AndbeforeIhadanyreplytothis,theChristianEndeavorbegantocomeoverthebridge。ThreeinstalmentscrossedtheMissourifromPacificJunction,boundforPike’sPeak,everycarswathedinbrightbunting,andateachwindowaChristianwithahandkerchief,joyouslyshrieking。Thenthecattletrainsgottheopensignal,andIjumpedoff。“TelltheJudgethesteerswasallrightthisfar,“saidtheVirginian。

  Thatwasthelastofthedeputyforemanforawhile。

  MyroadtoSunkCreeklayinnostraightline。ByrailIdivergednorthwesttoFortMeade,andthence,aftersomestaywiththekindmilitarypeople,Imademywayonahorse。UphereintheBlackHillsitsluicedrainmostintolerably。ThehorseandI

  enjoyedthecountryandourselvesbutlittle;andwhenfinallyI

  changedfromthesaddleintoastage-coach,Icaughtathankfulexpressionupontheanimal’sface,andreturnedthesame。

  “Sixlegsinsidethisjerkyto-night?“saidsomebody,asI

  climbedthewheel。“Well,we’llgivethanksfornothavin’

  eight,“headdedcheerfully。“Clampyourmindontothat,Shorty。“Andheslappedtheshoulderofhisneighbor。NaturallyI

  tookthesetwoforoldcompanions。Butwewerealltotalstrangers。TheytoldmeofthenewgoldexcitementatRawhide,andsupposeditwouldbringuptheNorthernPacific;andwhenI

  explainedthemillionsowedtothisroad’sGermanbondholders,theywereofopinionthataGermanwouldstrikeitricheratRawhide。Wespokeofallsortsofthings,andinoursilenceI

  gloatedontheautumnholidaypromisedmebyJudgeHenry。HislastletterhadsaidthatanoutfitwouldbestartingforhisranchfromBilingsontheseventh,andhewouldhaveahorseforme。Thiswasthefifth。Sowesixlegsinthejerkytravelledharmoniouslyonovertherain-guttedroad,gettingnodeeperknowledgeofeachotherthanwhatouroutsidesmightimply。

  Notthatweconcealedanything。ThemanwhohadslappedShortyintroducedhimselfearly。“ScipioleMoyne,fromGallipolice,Ohio,“hesaid。“TheeldestofusalwaysgetscalledScipio。It’sFrench。Butusfolkshavebeenwhiteforahundredyears。“Hewaslimberandlight-muscled,andfellskilfullyabout,evadingbruiseswhenthejerkyreeledorroseonend。Hehadastrange,long,jocularnose,verywary-looking,andableachedblueeye。

  Cattlewashisbusiness,asarule,butoflatehehadbeen“lookingaroundsome,“andRawhideseemedmuchonhisbrain。

  Shortystruckmeas“lookingaround“also。Hewasquiteshort,indeed,andthejerkyhurthimalmosteverytime。Hewaslight-hairedandmild。Thinkofayellowdogthatislost,andfancieseachnewcomerinsightisgoingtoturnouthismaster,andyouwillhaveShorty。

  ItwastheNorthernPacificthatsurprisedusintointimacy。WewerenearingMedora。Wehadmadealastarrangementofourlegs。

  Ilaystretchedinsilence,placidintheknowledgeitwassoontoend。SoIdrowsed。Ifeltsomethingsudden,and,waking,sawScipiopassingthroughtheair。AsShortynextshotfromthejerky,Ibeheldsmokeandthelocomotive。TheNorthernPacifichadchangeditsschedule。Avaliseisapoorcompanionforcatchingatrainwith。Therewasruttedsandandlumpy,knee-highgreasewoodinourshortcut。Apieceofstraywiresprangfromsomeholeandhungcaracolingaboutmyankle。Tincansspunfrommystride。Butwemadeaconspicuousrace。Twoofuswavedhats,andtherewasnomomentthatsomeoneofuswasnotscreeching。

  Itmeanttwenty-fourhourstous。

  Perhapswefailedtocatchthetrain’sattention,thoughthetheoryseemsmonstrous。Asitmovedoffinourfaces,smoothandeasyandinsulting,Scipiodroppedinstantlytoawalk,andwetwoothersoutstrippedhimandcamedesperatelytotheemptytrack。Therewentthetrain。Evenstillitspuffsweretheseparatedpuffsofstarting,thatbitten-off,snortykind,andsweatandourtruenaturesbrokefreelyforth。

  Ikickedmyvalise,andthensatonit,dumb。

  Shortyyieldedhimselfupaloud。Allhishumblesecretscameoutofhim。Hewalkedaimlesslyround,lamenting。Hehadlosthisjob,andhementionedtheranch。Hehadplayedcards,andhementionedtheman。Hehadsoldhishorseandsaddletocatchafriendonthistrain,andhementionedwhatthefriendhadbeengoingtodoforhim。Hetoldastringofgriefsandnamestotheair,asiftheairknew。

  MeanwhileScipioarrivedwithextremeleisureattherails。Hestuckhishandsintohispocketsandhisheadoutattheverysmalltrain。Hisbleachedblueeyesshuttoslitsashewatchedtherearcarinitssmoke-bluroozeawaywestwardamongthemoundedbluffs。“Luckyit’soutofrange,“Ithought。ButnowScipiospoketoit。

  “Why,youseemtothinkyou’veleftmebehind,“hebeganeasily,infawningtones。“You’retoomuchofakidtohavesuchthoughts。Agesome。“Hisnextremarkgrewlesswheedling。“I

  wouldn’tbeabitproudtomeetyu’。Why,ifIwasseentravellin’withyu’,I’dhavetoexplainittomyfriends!Thinkyou’vegotmeleft,doyu’?Justbecauseyu’ridethroughthiscountryonarail,doyu’claimyu’canfindyourwayaround?I

  couldtakeyu’outtenyardsinthebrushandloseyu’intenseconds,youspangle-roofedhobo!LeaveMEbehind?yourecentblanket-mortgageyearlin’!Youplush-lined,nickel-plated,whistlin’washroom,d’yu’figureIcan’tgoeastjustassoonaswest?OrI’llstayrighthereifitsuitsme,yu’

  dude-inhabitedhot-box!Why,yu’coon-bossedface-towel——“Butfromhereheroseinflightsofnoveltythatappalledandheldmespellbound,andwhicharenotformetosaytoyou。Thenhecamedowneasilyagain,andfinishedwithexpressionsofsympathyforitbecauseitcouldneverhaveknownamother。

  “Doyouexpaictitcouldshowamaleparentoffhand?“inquiredaslowvoicebehindus。Ijumpedround,andtherewastheVirginian。

  “Maleparent!“scoffedthepromptScipio。“Ain’tyouheardaboutTHEMyet?“

  “Them?Wastheretwo?“

  “Two?TheblamedthingwassiredbyawholedoggoneDutchsyndicate。“

  “Why,thepiebaldsonofagun!“respondedtheVirginian,sweetly。“Igotthemsteersthroughallright,“headdedtome。

  “Sorrytoseeyu’getsoouto’breathaftehthetrain。Isyourvalisesufferin’any?“

  “Who’she?“inquiredScipio,curiously,turningtome。

  TheSouthernersatwithanewspaperontherearplatformofacaboose。Thecaboosestoodhitchedbehindamileorsooffreighttrain,andthetrainwasheadedwest。Soherewasthedeputyforeman,hissteersdeliveredinChicago,hismenIcouldhearthemsafeinthecaboose,hispaperinhislap,andhislegsdanglingateaseovertherailing。Heworethelookofamanforwhomthingsaregoingsmooth。AndformethewaytoBillingswassmoothnow,also。

  “Who’she?“Scipiorepeated。

  Butfrominsidethecabooseloudlaughterandnoisebrokeonus。

  Someonewasreciting“Andit’smynighttohowl。“

  “We’llallhowlwhenwegettoRawhide,“saidsomeotherone;andtheyhowlednow。

  “Thesehyehsteamcyars,“saidtheVirginiantoScipio,“makeaman’slanguagemightynighasspeedyashistravel。“OfShortyhetooknonoticewhatever——nomorethanofthemanifestationsinthecaboose。

  “Soyu’heardmespeakin’totheexpress,“saidScipio。“Well,I

  guess,sometimesI——Seehere,“heexclaimed,fortheVirginianwasgravelyconsideringhim,“Imayhavetalkedsome,butI

  walkedawholelot。Youdidn’tcatchMEsquanderingnospeed。

  Soonas——“

  “Inoticed,“saidtheVirginian,“thinkin’camequickertoyu’

  thanrunnin’。“

  IwasgladIwasnotShorty,tohavemymeasuretakenmerelybymywayofmissingatrain。AndofcourseIwassorrythatIhadkickedmyvalise。

  “Oh,Icouldtellyu’dbeenenjoyin’us!“saidScipio。“Observin’

  somebodyelse’sscrapealwayskindo’restsmetoo。Maybeyou’reaphilosopher,butmaybethere’sapairofusdrawdinthisdeal。“

  ApprovalnowgrewplainuponthefaceoftheVirginian。“Byyourlaigs,“saidhe,“youareusedtothesaddle。“

  “I’dbecalledusedtoit,Iexpect。“

  “Byyourhands,“saidtheSoutherner,again,“youain’tropedmanysteerslately。Beencookin’orsomething?“

  “Say,“retortedScipio,“tellmyfuturesomenow。Drawaconclusionfrommymouth。“

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