three days at a clatter.No one knows where he p'ints to, more'n he says he's due over in Tucson.These yere vacations of Cherokee's is all in the month after the Stingin' Lizard gets downed."It's about this time, too, the stage gets held up sech a scand'lous number of times it gives people a tired feelin'.All by one party, too.He merely prances out in onexpected places with a Winchester; stands up the stage in an onconcerned way, an' then goes through everythin'
an' everybody, from mail-bags to passengers, like the grace of heaven through a camp-meetin'.Nacheral, it all creates a heap of disgust."'If this yere industrious hold-up keeps up his lick,' says Texas Thompson about the third time the stage gets rustled, `an'
heads off a few more letters of mine, all I has to say is my wife back in Laredo ain't goin' to onderstand it none.She ain't lottin'
much on me nohow, an' if the correspondence between us gets much more fitful, she's goin' p'intin' out for a divorce.This deal's liable to turn a split for me in my domestic affairs.' An' that's the way we-alls feels.This stage agent is shorely in disrepoot some in Wolfville.If he'd been shakin' up Red Dog's letter-bags, we wouldn't have minded so much.
"I never does know who's the first to think of Cherokee Hall, but all at once it's all over camp Talkin' it over, it's noticed mighty soon that, come right to cases, no one knows his record, where he's been or why he's yere.Then his stampedin' out of camp like he's been doin' for a month is too many for us.
"'I puts no trust in them Tucson lies he tells, neither,' says Doc Peets.'Whatever would he be shakin' up over in Tucson? His game's yere, an' this theery that he's got to go scatterin' over thar once a week is some gauzy.'
"'That's whatever,' says Dan Boggs, who allers trails in after Doc Peets, an' plays the same system emphatic.An' I says myse'f, not findin' no fault with Boggs tharfor, that this yere Peets is the finest-eddicated an' levelest-headed sharp in Arizona.
"'Well,' says Jack Moore, who as I says before does the rope work for the Stranglers, 'if you-alls gets it settled that this faro gent's turnin' them tricks with the stage an' mail-bags, the sooner he's swingin' to the windmill, the sooner we hears from our loved ones at home.What do you say, Enright?'
"'Why,' says Enright, all thoughtful, 'I reckons it's a case.S'pose you caper over where he feeds at the O.K.House an' bring him to us.
The signs an' signal-smokes shorely p'ints to this yere Cherokee as our meat; but these things has to be done in order.Bring him in, Jack, an', to save another trip, s'pose you bring a lariat from the corral at the same time.'
"It don't take Moore no time to throw a gun on Cherokee where he's consoomin' flapjacks at the O.K.House, an' tell him the committee needs him at the New York Store.Cherokee don't buck none, but comes along, passive as a tabby cat.
"'Whatever's the hock kyard to all this?' he says to Jack Moore.'Is it this Stingin' Lizard play a month ago?'
"'No,' says Moore, "t'ain't quite sech ancient hist'ry.It's stage coaches.Thar's a passel of people down yere as allows you've been rustlin' the mails.'
"Old Man Rucker, who keeps the O.K.House, is away when Moore rounds up his party.But Missis Rucker's thar, an' the way that old lady talks to Enright an' the committee is a shame.She comes over to the store, too, along of Moore an' Cherokee, an' prances in an'
comes mighty near stampedin' the whole outfit.
"'See yere, Sam Enright,' she shouts, wipin' her hands on her bib, 'what be you-alls aimin' for to do? Linin' up, I s'pose to hang the only decent man in town?'
"'Ma'am,' says Enright, 'this yere sharp is 'cused of standin' up the stage them times recent over by Tucson.Do you know anythin'
about it?'
"'No; I don't,' says Missis Rucker.'You don't reckon, now, I did it none, do you? I says this, though; it's a heap sight more likely some drunkard a-settin' right yere on this committee stops them stages than Cherokee Hall.'
"'Woman's nacher's that emotional,' says Enright to the rest of us, 'she's oncapable of doin' right.While she's the loveliest of created things, still sech is the infirmities of her intellects, that gov'ment would bog down in its most important functions, if left to woman.'
"'Bog down or not,' says Missis Rucker, gettin' red an' heated, 'you fools settin' up thar like a band of prairie-dogs don't hang this yere Cherokee Hall.'Nother thing, you ain't goin' to hang nobody to the windmill ag'in nohow.I has my work to do, an' thar's enough on my hands, feedin' sech swine as you-alls three times a day, without havin' to cut down dead folks outen my way every time I goes for a bucket of water.You-alls takes notice now; you don't hang nothin'
to the windmill no more.As for this yere Cherokee, he ain't stopped no more stages than I be.'
