Beneath their dauntless sparkle was something that touched the Governor's good heart."I've got some whiskey along on the trip--Eastern whiskey,"said he."Come over to my room awhile."
"I used to sleep all night onced,"said McLean,as they went."Then Icome to know different.But I'd never have believed just mere thoughts could make yu'--make yu'feel like the steam was only half on.I eat,yu'
know!"he stated,suddenly."And I expect one or two in camp lately have not found my muscle lacking.Feel me,Doc."Barker dutifully obeyed,and praised the excellent sinews.
Across from the dance-hall the whining of the fiddle came,high and gay;feet blurred the talk of voices,and voices rose above the trampling of feet.Here and there some lurking form stumbled through the dark among the rubbish;and clearest sound of all,the light crack of billiard balls reached dry and far into the night Barker contemplated the stars and calm splendid dimness of the plain."'Though every prospect pleases,and only man is vile,'"he quoted."But don't tell the Republican party I said so.""It's awful true,though,Doc.I'm vile myself.Yu'don't know.Why,Ididn't know!"
And then they sat down to confidences and whiskey;for so long as the world goes round a man must talk to a man sometimes,and both must drink over it.The cow-puncher unburdened himself to the Governor;and the Governor filled up his friend's glass with the Eastern whiskey,and nodded his spectacles,and listened,and advised,and said he should have done the same,and like the good Governor that he was,never remembered he was Governor at all with political friends here who had begged a word or two.He became just Dr.Barker again,the young hospital surgeon (the hospital that now stood a ruin),and Lin was again his patient----Lin,the sun-burnt free-lance of nineteen,reckless,engaging,disobedient,his leg broken and his heart light,with no Jessamine or conscience to rob his salt of its savor.While he now told his troubles,the quadrilles fiddled away careless as ever,and the crack of the billiard balls sounded as of old.
"Nobody has told you about this,I expect,"said the lover.He brought forth the little pistol,"Neighbor."He did not hand it across to Barker,but walked over to Barker's chair,and stood holding it for the doctor to see.When Barker reached for it to see better,since it was half hidden in the cow-puncher's big hand,Lin yielded it to him,but still stood and soon drew it back."I take it around,"he said,"and when one of those stories comes along,like there's plenty of,that she wants to get rid of me,I just kind o'take a look at 'Neighbor'when I'm off where it's handy,and it busts the story right out of my mind.I have to tell you what a fool I am.""The whiskey's your side,"said Barker."Go on.""But,Doc,my courage has quit me.They see what I'm thinking about just like I was a tenderfoot trying his first bluff.I can't stick it out no more,and I'm going to see her,come what will.
I've got to.I'm going to ride right up to her window and shoot off 'Neighbor,'and if she don't come out I'll know--"A knocking came at the Governor's room,and Judge Slaghammer entered.
"Not been to our dance,Governor?"said he.
The Governor thought that perhaps he was tired,that perhaps this evening he must forego the pleasure.
"It may be wiser.In your position it may be advisable,"said the coroner."They're getting on rollers over there.We do not like trouble in Drybone,but trouble comes to us--as everywhere.""Shooting,"suggested his Excellency,recalling his hospital practice.
"Well,Governor,you know how it is.Our boys are as big-hearted as any in this big-hearted Western country.You know,Governor.Those generous,warm-blooded spirits are ever ready for anything.""Especially after Mrs.Slaghammer's whiskey,"remarked the Governor.
The coroner shot a shrewd eye at Wyoming's chief executive.It was not politically harmonious to be reminded that but for his wife's liquor a number of fine young men,with nothing save youth untrained and health the matter with them,would to-day be riding their horses instead of sleeping on the hill.But the coroner wanted support in the next campaign."Boys will be boys,"said he."They ain't pulled any guns to-night.But I come away,though.Some of 'em's making up pretty free to Mrs.Lusk.It ain't suitable for me to see too much.Lusk says he's after you,"he mentioned incidentally to Lin."He's fillin'up,and says he's after you."McLean nodded placidly,and with scant politeness.He wished this visitor would go.But Judge Slaghammer had noticed the whiskey.He filled himself a glass."Governor,it has my compliments,"said he.
"Ambrosier.Honey-doo."
"Mrs.Slaghammer seems to have a large gathering,"said Barker.
"Good boys,good boys!"The judge blew importantly,and waved his arm.
"Bull-whackers,cow-punchers,mule-skinners,tin-horns.All spending generous.Governor,once more!Ambrosier.Honey-doo."He settled himself deep in a chair,and closed his eyes.
McLean rose abruptly."Good-night,"said he."I'm going to Separ.""Separ!"exclaimed Slaghammer,rousing slightly."Oh,stay with us,stay with us."He closed his eyes again,but sustained his smile of office.
"You know how well I wish you,"said Barker to Lin."I'll just see you start."Forthwith the friends left the coroner quiet beside his glass,and walked toward the horses through Drybone's gaping quadrangle.The dead ruins loomed among the lights of the card-halls,and always the keen jockey cadences of the fiddle sang across the night.But a calling and confusion were set up,and the tune broke off.
"Just like old times!"said his Excellency."Where's the dump-pile!"It was where it should be,close by,and the two stepped behind it to be screened from wandering bullets."A man don't forget his habits,"declared the Governor."Makes me feel young again.""Makes me feel old,"said McLean."Hark!"
