Part 11 (1/2)
”To make it interesting, as they doubtless said. The Colonel, as all the town knows, is a notorious capper and steerer, and the fellow Brady is no better, no worse. Had you stayed with them and suffered them to persuade you into betting, you would soon have been fleeced as clean as a shaved pig. The little gains they are permitted to make, to draw you on, is their pay. Their losses if any would have been restored to them, but not yours to you.”
”Strange to say, they have just accused me of being a 'capper,'” I answered, nettled as I began to comprehend.
”From what cause, sir?”
[Ill.u.s.tration: ”Madam,” I Uttered Foolishly, ”Good Evening.”]
”They seemed to think that I am smarter than to my actual credit, for one thing.” I, of course, could not involve her in the subject, and indeed could not understand why she should have been held responsible, anyway.
”And probably they were peeved because I insisted upon eating supper and then following my own bent.”
”You were about to leave them?” Her face brightened. ”That is good. They were disappointed in finding you no gudgeon to be hooked by such raw methods. And you've not had supper yet? Promise me that you will take up with no more strangers or, I a.s.sure you, you may wake in the morning with your pockets turned inside out and your memory at fault. This is Benton.”
”Yes, this is Benton, is it?” I rejoined; and perhaps bitterly.
”Benton, Wyoming Territory; of three thousand people in two weeks; in another month, who knows how many? And the majority of us live on one another. The country furnishes nothing else. Still, you will find it not much different from what I told you.”
”I have found it high and dry, certainly,” said I.
”Where are you stopping?”
”At the Queen--with a bath for every room. I am now awaiting the turn of my room, at the end of another hour.”
”Oh!” She laughed heartily. ”You are fortunate, sir. The Queen may not be considered the best in all ways, but they say the towels for the baths are more than napkin size. Meanwhile, let me advise you. Outfit while you wait, and become of the country. You look too much the pilgrim--there is Eastern dust showing through our Benton dust, and that spells of other 'dust' in your pockets. Get another hat, a flannel s.h.i.+rt, some coa.r.s.er trousers, a pair of boots, don a gun and a swagger, say little, make few impromptu friends, win and lose without a smile or frown, if you play (but upon playing I will advise you later), pa.s.s as a surveyor, as a railroad clerk, as a Mormon--anything they choose to apply to you; and I shall hope to see you to-night.”
”You shall,” I a.s.sured, abashed by her raillery. ”And if you will kindly tell me----”
”The meals at the Belle Marie Cafe are as good as any. You can see the sign from here. So adios, sir, and remember.” With no mention of the Big Tent she flashed a smile at me and mingled with the other pedestrians crossing the street on diagonal course. As I had not been invited to accompany her I stood, gratefully digesting her remarks. When I turned for a final word with my two guides, they had vanished.
This I interpreted as a confession of jealous fear that I had been, in slang phrasing, ”put wise.” And sooth to say, I saw them again no more.
CHAPTER VI
”HIGH AND DRY”
The counsel to don a garb smacking less of the recent East struck me as sound; for although I was not the only person here in Eastern guise, nevertheless about the majority of the populace there was an easy aggressiveness that my appearance evidently lacked.
So I must hurry ere the shops closed.
”I beg your pardon. What time do the stores close, can you tell me?” I asked of the nearest bystander.
He surveyed me.
”Close? h.e.l.l!” he said. ”They don't close for even a dog fight, pardner.
Business runs twenty-five hours every day, seven days the week, in these diggin's.”
”And where will I find a haberdashery?”