"'That's all right,' says Mace; 'no trouble to curry a little short
hoss like that.'
"He shakes hands with the Arkansaw gent, an' we-alls rounds up to
Bob Step's an' gets a drink.
"But the cat has quite a tail jest the same. A Mexican that a-way is
plenty oncertain. For instance: You're settin' in on a little game
of monte all free an' sociable, an' one of 'em comes crowdin' 'round
for trouble, an' you downs him. All good enough, says you. No other
Mexican seems like he wants to assoome no pressure personal; no one
goes browsin' 'round to no sheriff; an' thar you be deluded into
theeries that said killin's quit bein' a question. That's where you-
all is the victim of error.
"Which in this case the Mexican Mace stretches has uncles or
somethin' down off Chaperita. Them relatives is rich. In a week--no
one never saveys how--everybody knows that thar's five thousand
dollars up for the first party who kills Mace. I speaks to him about
it myse'f, allowin' he'd oughter be careful how he goes spraddlin'
about permiscus. Mebby, when he's lookin' north some time, somebody
gets him from the south.
"'I ain't worryin' none,' says Mace; 'I ain't got no friends as
would down me, nohow; an' my enemies ain't likely none to think it's
enough dinero.
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