to the last man-第22章
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
an insult to Ellen Jorth。 〃
〃No！〃 cried Ellen。 Something terrible was happening to her mind or
her heart。
〃Wal； he sure did；〃 replied the old man； 〃an； it's goin' to be good
fer you to hear all about it。〃
CHAPTER V
Old John Sprague launched into his narrative with evident zest。
〃I hung round Greaves' store most of two days。 An' I heerd a heap。
Some of it was jest plain ole men's gab； but I reckon I got the drift
of things concernin' Grass Valley。 Yestiddy mornin' I was packin' my
burros in Greaves' back yard； takin' my time carryin' out supplies from
the store。 An' as last when I went in I seen a strange fellar was thar。
Strappin' young mannot so young； eitheran' he had on buckskin。 Hair
black as my burros； dark face； sharp eyesyou'd took him fer an Injun。
He carried a rifleone of them new forty…foursan' also somethin'
wrapped in paper thet he seemed partickler careful about。 He wore a
belt round his middle an' thar was a bowie…knife in it； carried like
I've seen scouts an' Injun fighters hev on the frontier in the
'seventies。 That looked queer to me； an' I reckon to the rest of
the crowd thar。 No one overlooked the big six…shooter he packed
Texas fashion。 Wal； I didn't hev no idee this fellar was an Isbel
until I heard Greaves call him thet。
〃'Isbel；' said Greaves； 'reckon your money's counterfeit hyar。
I cain't sell you anythin'。'
〃'Counterfeit？ Not much；' spoke up the young fellar； an' he flipped
some gold twenties on the bar； where they rung like bells。 'Why not？
Ain't this a store？ I want a cinch strap。'
〃Greaves looked particular sour thet mornin'。 I'd been watchin' him
fer two days。 He hedn't hed much sleep； fer I hed my bed back of the
store； an' I heerd men come in the night an' hev long confabs with him。
Whatever was in the wind hedn't pleased him none。 An' I calkilated
thet young Isbel wasn't a sight good fer Greaves' sore eyes； anyway。
But he paid no more attention to Isbel。 Acted jest as if he hedn't
heerd Isbel say he wanted a cinch strap。
〃I stayed inside the store then。 Thar was a lot of fellars I'd seen；
an' some I knowed。 Couple of card games goin'； an' drinkin'； of course。
I soon gathered thet the general atmosphere wasn't friendly to Jean
Isbel。 He seen thet quick enough； but he didn't leave。 Between you
an' me I sort of took a likin' to him。 An' I sure watched him as close
as I could； not seemin' to； you know。 Reckon they all did the same；
only you couldn't see it。 It got jest about the same as if Isbel hedn't
been in thar； only you knowed it wasn't really the same。 Thet was how
I got the hunch the crowd was all sheepmen or their friends。 The day
before I'd heerd a lot of talk about this young Isbel； an' what he'd
come to Grass Valley fer； an' what a bad hombre he was。 An' when I
seen him I was bound to admit he looked his reputation。
〃Wal； pretty soon in come two more fellars； an' I knowed both of them。
You know them； too； I'm sorry to say。 Fer I'm comin' to facts now thet
will shake you。 The first fellar was your father's Mexican foreman；
Lorenzo； and the other was Simm Bruce。 I reckon Bruce wasn't drunk；
but he'd sure been lookin' on red licker。 When he seen Isbel darn me
if he didn't swell an' bustle all up like a mad ole turkey gobbler。
〃'Greaves；' he said； 'if thet fellar's Jean Isbel I ain't hankerin'
fer the company y'u keep。' An' he made no bones of pointin' right
at Isbel。 Greaves looked up dry an' sour an' he bit out spiteful…like：
'Wal； Simm； we ain't hed a hell of a lot of choice in this heah matter。
Thet's Jean Isbel shore enough。 Mebbe you can persuade him thet his
company an' his custom ain't wanted round heah！'
〃Jean Isbel set on the counter an took it all in； but he didn't say
nothin'。 The way he looked at Bruce was sure enough fer me to see
thet thar might be a surprise any minnit。 I've looked at a lot of
men in my day； an' can sure feel events comin'。 Bruce got himself
a stiff drink an' then he straddles over the floor in front of Isbel。
〃'Air you Jean Isbel； son of ole Gass Isbel？' asked Bruce； sort of
lolling back an' givin' a hitch to his belt。
〃'Yes sir； you've identified me；' said Isbel； nice an' polite。
〃'My name's Bruce。 I'm rangin' sheep heahaboots； an； I hev interest
in Kurnel Lee Jorth's bizness。'
〃'Hod do； Mister Bruce；' replied Isbel； very civil ant cool as you
please。 Bruce hed an eye fer the crowd thet was now listenin' an'
watchin'。 He swaggered closer to Isbel。
〃'We heerd y'u come into the Tonto Basin to run us sheepmen off
the range。 How aboot thet？'
〃'Wal； you heerd wrong；' said Isbel； quietly。 'I came to work fer
my father。 Thet work depends on what happens。'
〃 Bruce began to git redder of face； an' he shook a husky hand in
front of Isbel。 'I'll tell y'u this heah； my Nez Perce Isbel' an'
when he sort of choked fer more wind Greaves spoke up； 'Simm； I shore
reckon thet Nez Perce handle will stick。' An' the crowd haw…hawed。
Then Bruce got goin' ag'in。 'I'll tell y'u this heah； Nez Perce。
Thar's been enough happen already to run y'u out of Arizona。'
〃'Wal； you don't say！ What； fer instance？； asked Isbel； quick an'
sarcastic。
〃Thet made Bruce bust out puffin' an' spittin'： 'Wha…tt； fer instance？
Huh！ Why； y'u darn half…breed； y'u'll git run out fer makin' up to
Ellen Jorth。 Thet won't go in this heah country。 Not fer any Isbel。'
〃'You're a liar；' called Isbel； an' like a big cat he dropped off
the counter。 I heerd his moccasins pat soft on the floor。 An' I bet
to myself thet he was as dangerous as he was quick。 But his voice an'
his looks didn't change even a leetle。
〃'I'm not a liar；' yelled Bruce。 'I'll make y'u eat thet。 I can prove
what I say。 。 。 。 Y'u was seen with Ellen Jorthup on the Rimday
before yestiddy。 Y'u was watched。 Y'u was with her。 Y'u made up to
her。 Y'u grabbed her an' kissed her！ 。 。 。 An' I'm heah to say； Nez
Perce； thet y'u're a marked man on this range。'
〃'Who saw me？' asked Isbel； quiet an' cold。 I seen then thet he'd
turned white in the face。
〃'Yu cain't lie out of it；' hollered Bruce； wavin' his hands。
'We got y'u daid to rights。 Lorenzo saw y'ufollered y'uwatched
y'u。' Bruce pointed at the grinnin' greaser。 'Lorenzo is Kurnel
Jorth's foreman。 He seen y'u maulin' of Ellen Jorth。 An' when he
tells the Kurnel an' Tad Jorth an' Jackson Jorth！ 。 。 。 Haw！ Haw！
Haw！ Why； hell 'd be a cooler place fer yu then this heah Tonto。'
〃Greaves an' his gang hed come round； sure tickled clean to thar
gizzards at this mess。 I noticed； howsomever； thet they was Texans
enough to keep back to one side in case this Isbel started any action。
。 。 。 Wal； Isbel took a look at Lorenzo。 Then with one swift grab he
jerked the little greaser off his feet an' pulled him close。 Lorenzo
stopped grinnin'。 He began to look a leetle sick。 But it was plain
he hed right on his side。
〃'You say you saw me？' demanded Isbel。
〃'Si； senor；' replied Lorenzo。
〃What did you see？'
〃'I see senor an' senorita。 I hide by manzanita。 I see senorita like
grande senor ver mooch。 She like senor keese。 She'
〃Then Isbel hit the little greaser a back…handed crack in the mouth。
Sure it was a crack！ Lorenzo went over the counter backward an' landed
like a pack load of wood。 An' he didn't git up。
〃'Mister Bruce；' said Isbel； 'an' you fellars who heerd thet lyin'
greaser； I did meet Ellen Jorth。 An' I lost my head。 I 'I kissed her。
。 。 。 But it was an accident。 I meant no insult。 I apologizedI tried
to explain my crazy action。 。 。 。 Thet was all。 The greaser lied。 Ellen
Jorth was kind enough to show me the trail。 We talked a little。 ThenI
supposebecause she was young an' pretty an' sweetI lost my head。 She
was absolutely innocent。 Thet damned greaser told a bare…faced lie when
he said she liked me。 The fact was she despised me。 She said so。 An'
when she learned I was Jean Isbel she turned her back on me an' walked
away。〃'
At this point of his narrative the old man halted as if to impress
Ellen not only with what just had been told； but particularly with
what was to follow。 The reciting of this tale had evidently given
Sprague
