Part 5 (1/2)

”I reckon,” said Colonel Blount, ”that you would say that about my neighbor Jim Bowles' cow?”

”Certainly. I know about that cow, too. She was twenty years old and on her last legs. Road kills her, and all at once she becomes a dream of heifer loveliness. _I_ know.”

”I reckon,” said Colonel Blount, still more grimly, ”I reckon if that d.a.m.ned claim agent was to come here, he would just about say that fifteen dollars was enough for my filly.”

”I shouldn't wonder. Now, look here, Colonel Blount. You see, I'm a railroad man, and I'm able to see the other side of these things. We come down here with our railroad. We develop your country. We give you a market and we put two cents a pound on top of your cotton price. We fix it so that you can market your cotton at five dollars a bale cheaper than you used to. We double and treble the price of every acre of land within thirty miles of this road. And yet, if we kill a chance cow, we are held up for it. The sentiment against this road is something awful.”

”Oh, well, all right,” said Blount, ”but that don't bring my filly back. You can't get Himyah blood every day in the week. That filly would have seen Churchill Downs in her day, if she had lived.”

”Yes; and if she had, you would have had to back her, wouldn't you?

You would have trained that filly and paid a couple of hundred for it. You would have fitted her at the track and paid several hundred more. You would have bet a couple of thousand, anyway, as a matter of principle, and, like enough, you'd have lost it. Now, if this road paid you fifteen dollars for that filly and saved you twenty-five hundred or three thousand into the bargain, how ought you to feel about it? Are you twenty-five hundred behind, or fifteen ahead?”

Colonel Calvin Blount had now feverishly finished his julep, and as the other stopped, he placed his gla.s.s beside him on the board-pile and swung a long leg across so that he sat directly facing his enigmatical guest. The latter, in the enthusiasm of his argument, swung into a similar position, and so they sat, both hammering on the board between them.

”Well, I would like to _see_ that d.a.m.ned claim agent offer me fifteen dollars for that filly,” said Blount. ”I might take fifty, for the sake of the road; but fifteen--why, you see, it's not the money; I don't care fifteen cents for the fifteen dollars, but it's the principle of the thing. T'aint right.”

”Well, what would you do?”

”Well, by G.o.d, sir, if I saw that claim agent--”

”Well, by G.o.d, sir, _I'm_ that claim agent; and I _do_ offer you fifteen dollars for that filly, right now!”

”What! You--”

”Yes, me!”

”Fifteen dollars!”

”Yes, sir, fifteen dollars.”

Colonel Blount burst into a sudden song--”On _Jor_-dan's strand I'll _take_ my stand!” he began.

”It's all she's worth,” interrupted the claim agent.

Blount fairly gasped. ”Do you mean to tell me,” said he, in forced calm, ”that you are this claim agent?”

”I have told you. That's the way I make my living. That's my duty.”

”Your duty to give me fifteen dollars for a Himyah filly!”

”I said fifteen.”

”And I said fifty.”

”You don't get it.”

”I don't, eh? Say, my friend,”--Blount pushed the gla.s.ses away, his choler rising at the temerity of this, the only man who in many a year had dared to confront him. ”You look here. Write me a check for fifty; and write it now.”

”I've heard about that filly,” said the claim agent, ”and I've come here ready to pay you for it. Here you are.”