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No, answered Scully, with mournful heroism. It wouldnt be right. It was Johnnies fight, and now we mustnt whip the man just because he whipped Johnnie. Yes, thats true enough, said the cowboy; buthe better not get fresh with me, because I couldnt stand no more of it. Youll not say a word to him, commanded Scully, and even then they heard the tread of the Swede on the stairs. His entrance was made theatric. He swept the door back with a bang and swaggered to the middle of the room. No one looked at him. Well, he cried, insolently, at Scully, I spose youll tell me now how much I owe you? The old man remained stolid. You dont owe me nothin. Huh! said the Swede, huh! Dont owe im nothin. The cowboy addressed the Swede. Stranger, I dont see how you come to be so gay around here. Old Scully was instantly alert. Stop! he shouted, holding his hand forth, fingers upward. Bill, you shut up! The cowboy spat carelessly into the sawdust-box. I didnt say a word, did I? he asked. Mr. Scully, called the Swede, how much do I owe you? It was seen that he was attired for departure, and that he had his valise in his hand. You dont owe me nothin, repeated Scully in his same imperturbable way. Huh! said the Swede. I guess youre right. I guess if it was any way at all, youd owe me somethin. Thats what I guess. He turned to the cowboy. Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! he mimicked, and then guffawed victoriously. Kill him! He was convulsed with ironical humor. But he might have been jeering the dead. The three men were immovable and silent, staring with glassy eyes at the stove. The Swede opened the door and passed into the storm, giving one derisive glance backward at the still group. As soon as the door was closed, Scully and the cowboy leaped to their feet and began to curse. They trampled to and fro, waving their arms and smashing into the air with their fists. Oh, but that was a hard minute! wailed Scully. That was a hard minute! Him there leerin and scoffin! One bang at his nose was worth forty dollars to me that minute! How did you stand it, Bill? How did I stand it? cried the cowboy in a quivering voice. How did I stand it? Oh! The old man burst into sudden brogue. Id loike to take that Swade, he wailed, and hould im down on a shtone flure and bate im to a jelly wid a shtick! The cowboy groaned in sympathy. Id like to git him by the neck and ha-ammer himhe brought his hand down on a chair with a noise like a pistol-shothammer that there Dutchman until he couldnt tell himself from a dead coyote! Id bate im until he Id show him some things And then together they raised a yearning, fanatic cryOh-o-oh! if we only could |
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