Part 36 (2/2)
The man nodded gloomily. ”That ain't half! Everything goes wrong. I'm scared to pack a weapon for fear I'll injure myself. Why, I've carried a bowie-knife in my bootleg ever since I was a babe in arms, you might say; but the other day I jabbed myself with it and nearly got blood-poisonin'. The very first time I ever laid eyes on this man and his wife a great misfortune overtook me, and ever since they come to Jonesville I've had a close squeeze to make a live of it. This fellow Strange, with his fortune-tellin' and his charms and his conjures, has hocus-pocussed the whole neighborhood. He's gettin' rich off of the Mexicans. He knows more secrets than a priest; he tells 'em whether their sweethearts love 'em, whether a child is goin' to be a boy or a girl, and how to invest their money.”
”He is nothing more than a circus fakir, Mr. Jones.”
”Yes'm! Just the same, these Greasers'd vote him into the legislature if he asked 'em. Why, he knows who fetched back Ricardo Guzman's body!
He told me so.”
”Really?” Alaire looked up quickly, then the smile left her face. After a moment she said, ”Perhaps he could tell me something that I want to know?”
”Now don't you get him started,” Blaze cautioned, hastily, ”or he'll put a spell on you like he did on me.”
”I want to know what Ed had to do with the Guzman affair.”
Blaze shook his head slowly. ”Well, he's mixed up somehow with Lewis.
Dave thinks Tad was at the bottom of the killin', and he hoped to prove it on him; but our government won't do anything, and he's stumped for the time bein'. I don't know any more about Ed's dealin's than you do, Miz Austin: all I know is that I got a serpent in my household and I can't get shed of her. I've got a lapful of troubles of my own. I've ordered Paloma to let that woman go, but, pshaw! It's like a bowlegged man drivin' a shoat--there ain't any headin' Paloma off when her mind's made up. You mark what I say, that female spider'll sew venom into those dresses. I never seen a woman with a mustache that was any good.
Look here!” Blaze drew a well-thumbed pack of playing-cards from his pocket. ”Shuffle 'em, and I'll prove what I say. If I don't turn up a dark woman three times out of five I'll eat that saddle-blanket, dry.”
Alaire shuffled the deck, and Blaze cut the cards. Sure enough, he exposed the queen of spades.
”What did I tell you? There's the bearded lady herself! Now I'll shuffle and you cut.”
Alaire smilingly followed directions; she separated the deck into three piles, after which Jones interpreted the oracle.
”You got a good fortune, Miz Austin. There's a light man comin' to your house, danger, and--marriage. You're goin' to marry a light man.”
Alaire's laughter rang out unaffectedly. ”Now you see how utterly absurd it is.”
”Maybe it is, and maybe it ain't.” From another pocket Jones drew a small volume ent.i.tled The Combination Fortune-Teller and Complete Dictionary of Dreams. Alaire reached to take it, and the book dropped to the floor; then, as she stooped, Blaze cried: ”Wait! Hit it three times on the floor and say, 'Money! Money! Money!'”
As Alaire was running over the pages of the book, one of Blaze's ranch-hands appeared in the door to ask him a question. When the fellow had gone his employer rose and tiptoed after him; then he spat through his crossed fingers in the direction the man had taken.
”Now what does that mean?” Alaire inquired.
”Didn't you see? He's cross-eyed.”
”This is too occult for me,” she declared, rising. ”But--I'm interested in what you say about Mr. Strange. If the Mexicans tell him so much, perhaps he can tell me something. I do hope you have no more misfortunes.”
”You stay to supper,” Blaze urged, hospitably. ”I'll be in as soon as that tarantula's gone.”
But Alaire declined. After a brief chat with Paloma she remounted Montrose and prepared for the homeward ride. At the gate, however, she met Dave Law on his new mare, and when Dave had learned the object of her visit to Jonesville he insisted upon accompanying her.
”You have enough money in those saddle-bags to tempt some of our very best citizens,” he told her. ”If you don't mind, I'll just be your bodyguard.”
”Very well,” she smiled; ”but to make perfectly sure of our safety, cross your fingers and spit.”
”Eh?” Seeing the amus.e.m.e.nt in her eyes, he declared: ”You've been talking to Blaze. Well, last night I dreamed I was eating chestnuts, and he told me I was due for a great good fortune. You see, there's something in it, after all.”
”And you must be the 'light man' I discovered in the cards. Blaze declared you were coming to my house.” They jogged along side by side, and Law thanked his lucky stars for the encounter.
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