"'Which thar's enough said,' says Peets; 'I merely appears to notify you that in five minutes I parades my gent in front of the post-office, an' the atrocities can proceed.They fights with six-shooters; now what's the distance?'
"'Make it across a blanket,' says Tutt.
"'An' fold the blanket,' breaks in Boggs.
"'You can't make it too clost for my gent,' says Peets.'As I starts to this yere conference, he says: "Doc, make her six-shooters an'
over a handkerchief.I thirsts to shove the iron plumb ag'inst the heart that insults me, as I onhooks my weepon."'
"Of course, the poor Signal party, tryin' to write over by a monte table, an' spillin' ink all over himse'f, listens to them remarks, an' it makes him feel partic'lar pensif.
"'In five minutes, then,' says Peets, 'you-all organize your gent an' come a-runnin'.I must canter over to see how Texas is holdin'
himse'f.He's that fretful a minute back, he's t'arin' hunks outen a white-ash table with his teeth like it's ginger-cake, an' moanin'
for blood.Old Monte's lookin' after him, but I better get back.
Which he might in his frenzy, that a-way, come scatterin' loose any moment, an' go r'arin' about an' killin' your gent without orders.
Sech a play would be onelegant an' no delicacy to it; an' I now returns to gyard ag'in it.'
"As soon as Peets is started for the Red Light, Tutt ag'in turns to the Signal party, who's settin' thar lookin' he'pless an' worried, like he's a prairie dog who's come back from visitin' some other dog, an' finds a rattlesnake's done pitched camp in the mouth of his hole.
"'Now then, stranger,' says Tutt, 'if you-all has a'complished that clerical work, me an' Dan will lead you to your meat.When you gets to shootin', aim low an' be shore an' see your victim every time you cuts her loose.'
"The Signal party takes it plumb gray an' haggard, but not seein' no other way, he gets up, an' after stampin' about a trifle nervous, allows, since it's the best he can do, he's ready.
"'Which it is spoke like a man,' says Boggs.'So come along, an'
we'll hunt out this annihilator from Laredo an' make him think he's been caught in a cloudburst.'
"Old Monte has spread a doubled blanket in front of the post-office;an' as Tutt an' Boggs starts with their Signal party, thar's a yell like forty Apaches pours forth from across the street.
"'That's Thompson's war yelp,' says Boggs, explainin' of them clamors to the Signal party.'Which it would seem from the fervor he puts into it, he's shorely all keyed up.'
"As Doc Peets comes out a-leadin' of Texas, it's noticed that Texas has got a tin cup.
"'Whatever's your gent a-packin' of that yootensil for?' demands Tutt, mighty truculent.'Is this yere to be a combat with dippers?'
"'Oh, no!' says Peets, like he's tryin' to excuse somethin', 'but he insists on fetchin' it so hard, that at last to soothe him I gives my consent.'
"'Well, we challenges the dipper,' says Tutt.'You-all will fight on the squar', or we removes our gent.'
"'Don't, don't!' shouts Texas, like he's agitatcd no limit; 'don't take him outen my sight no more.I only fetches the cup to drink his blood; but it's a small detail, which I shore relinquishes before ever I allows my heaven-sent prey the least loophole to escape.'
"When Peets goes up an' takes Texas's cup, the two debates together in a whisper, Texas lettin' on he's mighty hot an' furious.At last Peets says to him:
"'Which I tells you sech a proposal is irreg'lar; but since you insists, of course I names it.My gent yere,' goes on Peets to Boggs an' Tutt, 'wants to agree that the survivor's to be allowed to skelp his departed foe.Does the bluff go?'
"'It's what our gent's been urgin' from the jump,' says Boggs; 'an'
tharfore we consents with glee.Round up that outlaw of yours now, an' let's get to shootin'.'
"I don't reckon I ever sees anybody who seems as fatigued as that Signal person when Boggs an' Tutt starts to lead him up to the blanket.His face looks like a cancelled postage-stamp.While they're standin' up their folks, Texas goes ragin' loose ag'in because it's a fight over a blanket an' not a handkerchief, as he demands.
"'What's the meanin' of a cold an' formal racket sech as this?' he howls, turnin' to Peets.'I wants to go clost to my work; I wants to crowd in where it's warm.'
"'I proposes a handkerchief,' says Peets; 'but Tutt objects on the grounds that his man's got heart palp'tations or somethin'.'
"'You're a liar,' yells Tutt; 'our gent's heart's as solid as a sod house.'
"'What do I hear?' shouts Peets.'You calls me a liar?'
"At this Tutt an' Peets lugs out their guns an' blazes away at each other six times like the roll of a drum--Texas all the time yellin'
for a weepon, an' cavortin' about in the smoke that demoniac he'd scare me, only I knows it's yoomerous.Of course Peets an' Tutt misses every shot, and at the windup, after glarin' at each other through the clouds, Peets says to Tutt:
"'This yere is mere petulance.Let's proceed with our dooties.As soon as Texas has killed an' skelped the hold-up you represents, I'll shoot it out with you, if it takes the autumn.'
"'That's good enough for a dog,' says Tutt, stickin' his gun back in the scabbard; 'an' now we proceeds with the orig'nal baite.'
"But they don't proceed none.As Tutt turns to his Signal sharp, who's all but locoed by the shootin', an' has to be detained by Boggs from runnin' away, Jack Moore comes chargin' up on his pony an' throws a gun on the whole outfit.
