whirligigs-第26节
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Miss Puffkin and the janitor mixed。 I guess it's all right;
though。〃
And then Slayton looked closer and saw on the cover
of his manuscript; under the title 〃Love Is All;〃 the
janitor's comment scribbled with a piece of charcoal:
〃The you say!〃
THE ROADS WE TAKE
TWIENTY miles West of Tucson; the 〃Sunset Express〃
stopped at a tank to take on water。 Besides the aqueous;
addition the engine of that famous flyer acquired some
other things that were not good for it。
While the fireman was lowering the feeding hose;
Bob Tidball; 〃Shark〃 Dodson and a quarter…bred Creek
Indian called John Big Dog climbed on the engine and
showed the engineer three round orifices in pieces of
ordnance that the carried。 These orifices so impressed
the engineer with their possibilities that he raised both
hands in a gesture such as accompanies the ejaculation
〃Do tell!〃
At the crisp command of Shark Dodson; who was
leader of the attacking force the engineer descended
to the ground and uncoupled the engine and tender。
Then John Big Dog; perched upon the coal; sportively
held two guns upon the engine driver and the fireman;
and suggested that they run the engine fifty yards away
and there await further orders。
Shark Dodson and Bob Tidball; scorning to put
such low…grade ore as the passengers through the mill;
struck out for the rich pocket of the express car。 They
found the messenger serene in the belief that the 〃Sunset
Express〃 was taking on nothing more stimulating and
dangerous than aqua pura。 While Bob was knocking
this idea out of his head with the butt…end of his six…shooter
Shark Dodson was already dosing the express…car
safe with dynamite。
The safe exploded to the tune of 30;000; all gold and
currency。 The passengers thrust their heads casually
out of the windows to look for the thunder…cloud。 The
conductor jerked at the bell…rope; which sagged down
loose and unresisting; at his tug。 Shark Dodson
and Bob Tidball; with their booty in a stout canvas bag;
tumbled out of the express car and ran awkwardly in their
high…heeled boots to the engine。
The engineer; sullenly angry but wise; ran the engine;
according to orders; rapidly away from the inert train。
But before this was accomplished the express messenger;
recovered from Bob Tidball's persuader to neutrality;
jumped out of his car with a Winchester rifle and took
a trick in the game。 Mr。 John Big Dog; sitting on the
coal tender; unwittingly made a wrong lead by giving an
imitation of a target; and the messenger trumped him。
With a ball exactly between his shoulder blades the
Creek chevalier of industry rolled off to the ground;
thus increasing the share of his comrades in the loot by
one…sixth each。
Two miles from the tank the engineer was ordered
to stop。
The robbers waved a defiant adieu and plunged down
the steep slope into the thick woods that lined the track。
Five minutes of crashing through a thicket of chapparal
brought them to open woods; where three horses were
tied to low…hanging branches。 One was waiting for John
Big Dog; who would never ride by night or day again。
This animal the robbers divested of saddle and bridle
and set free。 They mounted the other two with the
bag across one pommel; and rode fast and with discre…
tion through the forest and up a primeval; lonely gorge。
Here the animal that bore Bob Tidball slipped on a mossy
boulder and broke a foreleg。 They shot him through
the head at once and sat down to hold a council of flight。
Made secure for the present by the tortuous trail they…
had travelled; the question of time was no longer so big。
Many miles and hours lay between them and the spryest
posse that could follow。 Shark Dodson's horse; with
trailing rope and dropped bridle; panted and cropped
thankfully of the grass along the stream in the gorge。
Bob Tidball opened the sack; drew out double handfuls
of the neat packages of currency and the one sack of
gold and chuckled with the glee of a child。
〃Say; you old double…decked pirate;〃 he called joyfully
to Dodson; 〃you said we could do it you got a head for
financing that knocks the horns off of anything in Arizona。〃
〃What are we going to do about a hoss for you; Bob?
We ain't got long to wait here。 They'll be on our trail
before daylight in the mornin'。〃
〃Oh; I guess that cayuse of yourn'll carry double for
a while;〃 answered the sanguine Bob。 〃We'll annex
the first animal we come across。 By jingoes; we made a
haul; didn't we? Accordin' to the marks on this money
there's 30;000 15;000 apiece!〃
〃It's short of what I expected;〃 said Shark Dodson;
kicking softly at the packages with the toe of his boot
and then he looked pensively at the wet sides of his tired
horse。
〃Old Bolivar's mighty nigh played out;〃 he said;
slowly。 〃I wish that sorrel of yours hadn't got hurt。〃
〃So do I;〃 said Bob; heartily; 〃but it can't be helped。
Bolivar's got plenty of bottom he'll get us both far
enough to get fresh mounts。 Dang it; Shark; I can't
belp thinkin' how funny it is that an Easterner like you
can come out here and give us Western fellows cards
and spades in the desperado business。 What part of the
East was you from; anyway?〃
〃New York State;〃 said Shark Dodson; sitting
down on a boulder and chewing a twig。 〃I was born
on a farm in Ulster County。 I ran away from home
when I was seventeen。 It was an accident my coming
West。 I was walkin' along the road with my clothes in
a bundle; makin' for New York City。 I had an idea of
goin' there and makin' lots of money。 I always felt like
I could do it。 I came to a place one evenin' where the
road forked and I didn't know which fork to take。 I
studied about it for half an hour; and then I took the left…
hand。 That night I run into the camp of a Wild West
show that was travellin' among the little towns; and
I went West with it。 I've often wondered if I
wouldn't have turned out different if I'd took the other
road。〃
〃Oh; I reckon you'd have ended up about the same;〃
said Bob Tidball; cheerfully philosophical。 〃It ain't
the roads we take; it's what's inside of us that makes us
turn out the way we do。〃
Shark Dodson got up and leaned against a tree。
〃I'd a good deal rather that sorrel of yourn hadn't
hurt himself; Bob;〃 he said again; almost pathetically。
〃Same here;〃 agreed Bob; 〃he was sure a first…rate
kind of a crowbait。 But Bolivar; he'll pull us through
all right。 Reckon we'd better be movin' on; hadn't
we; Shark? I'll bag this boodle ag'in and we'll hit the
trail for higher timber。〃
Bob Tidball replaced the spoil in the bag and tied the
mouth of it tightly with a cord。 When he looked up the
most prominent object that he saw was the muzzle of
Shark Dodson's 。45 held upon him without a waver。
〃Stop your funnin';〃 said Bob; with a grin。 〃We got
to be hittin' the breeze。〃
〃Set still;〃 said Shark。 〃You ain't goin' to hit
no breeze; Bob。 I hate to tell you; but there ain't any
chance for but one of us。 Bolivar; he's plenty tired;
and he can't carry double。〃
〃We been pards; me and you; Shark Dodson; for three
year;〃 Bob said quietly。 〃We've risked our lives together
time and again。 I've always give you a square deal;
and I thought you was a man。 I've heard some queer
stories about you shootin' one or two men in a peculiar
way; but I never believed 'em。 Now if you're just havin'
a little fun with me; Shark; put your gun up; and we'll
get on Bolivar and vamose。 If you mean to shoot
shoot; you blackhearted son of a tarantula!〃
Shark Dodson's face bore a deeply sorrowful look。
〃You don't know how bad I feel;〃 he sighed; 〃about
that sorrel of yourn breakin' his leg; Bob。〃
The expression on Dodson's face changed in an instant
to one of cold ferocity mingled with inexorable cupidity。
The soul of the man showed itself for a moment like an
evil face in the window of a reputable house。
Truly Bob Tidball was never to 〃hit the breeze〃 again。
The deadly 。45 of the false friend cracked and filled the
gorge with a roar that the walls hurled back with indignant
echoes。 And Bolivar; unconscious accomplice; swiftly
bore away the last of the holders…up of the 〃Sunset
Express;〃 not put to the stress of 〃carrying double。〃
But as 〃Shark〃 Dodson galloped away the woods
seemed to fade from his view; the revolver in his right hand
turned to the curved arm of a mahogany chair; his saddle
was strangely upholstered; and he opened his eyes and
saw his feet; not in stirrups; but resting quietly on the edge
of a quartered…oak desk。
I am telling you that Dodson; of the firm of Dodson
& Decker; Wall Street brokers; opened his eyes。 Peabody;
the confidential clerk; was standing by his chair; hesitating
to speak。 There was a confused hum of wheels bel