I don't reckon now he's much of a preacher neither; for he
gives Wolfville one whirl for luck over in the warehouse back of the
New York Store, an' I shore hears 'em as makes a mighty sight more
noise, an' bangs the Bible twice as hard, back in the States. I says
so to Cherokee; but he puts it up he don't bank none on his
preachin'.
"'What I aims at,' says Cherokee, 'is someone who rides herd on the
boy all right, an' don't let him stampede off none into vicious
ways.'
"'Why don't you keep the camp informed of this yere orphan an' the
play you makes?' says Enright, at the time it's explained to the
committee,--the time they trees Cherokee about them stages.
"'It's that benev'lent an' mushy,' says Cherokee, 'I'm plumb ashamed
of the deal, an' don't allow to go postin' no notices tharof. But
along comes this yere hold-up business, an', all inadvertent, tips
my hand; which the same I stands, however, jest the same.'
"'It's all right,' says Enright, some disgusted though; 'but the
next time you makes them foundlin' asylum trips, don't walk in the
water so much. Leave your trail so Wolfville sees it, an' then folks
ain't so likely to jump your camp in the dark an' take to shootin'
you up for Injuns an' sim'lar hostiles.
Pages:
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49