Part 49 (1/2)

here has Crux--a lover o' fair-play--come all this way to shove that curse right under their noses. I'd thowt better of ye, Crux, lad.”

”It don't matter much what you thowt o' me, old man,” returned the cowboy, somewhat sharply; ”an', as to fair-play, there's a lot of men here who don't agree wi' your humbuggin' notions about temperance an'

tee-totalism--more of 'em, maybe, than you think. These want to have the drink, an' I've come to give it 'em. I see nothin' unfair in that.”

Hunky Ben carried his report back to the council, which for some time discussed the situation. As in the case of most councils, there was some difference of opinion: a few of the members being inclined to carry things with a high hand--being urged thereto by Captain Stride--while others, influenced chiefly by Mr Reeves, were anxious to try peaceable means.

At last a sub-committee was appointed, at Hunky Ben's suggestion, to consider the whole matter, and take what steps seemed advisable. Hunky was an adroit and modest man--he could not have been a first-rate scout otherwise! He managed not only to become convener of the committee, but succeeded in getting men chiefly of his own opinion placed on it. At supper that night in Charlie's cottage, while enjoying May's cookery and presence, and waited on by the amused and interested b.u.t.tercup, the sub-committee discussed and settled the plan of operations.

”It's all nonsense,” said Hunky Ben, ”to talk of tryin' to persuade Crux. He's as obstinate as a Texas mule wi' the toothache.”

”Rubbis.h.!.+” exclaimed Captain Stride, smiting the table with his fist.

”We mustn't parley with him, but heave him overboard at once! I said so to my missus this very day. `Maggie,' says I--”

”And what do _you_ think, Charlie?” asked Mr Crossley.

”I think with Hunky Ben, of course. He knows Crux, and what is best to be done in the circ.u.mstances. The only thing that perplexes me, is what shall we do with the liquor when we've paid for it? A lot of it is good wine and champagne, and, although useless as a beverage, it is useful as a medicine, and might be given to hospitals.”

”Pour it out!” exclaimed Shank, almost fiercely.

”Ay, the hospitals can look out for themselves,” added Shank's father warmly.

”Some hospitals, I've bin told, git on well enough without it altogether,” said d.i.c.k Darvall. ”However, it's a subject that desarves consideration.--Hallo! b.u.t.tercup, what is it that tickles your fancy an' makes your mouth stretch out like that?”

b.u.t.tercup became preternaturally grave on the instant, but declined to tell what it was that tickled her fancy.

Shortly after the party rose and left the house, Hunky Ben remarking, with a quiet laugh, that deeds of darkness were best hatched at night.

What the conspirators hatched became pretty evident next day, for, during the breakfast hour, a band of forty hors.e.m.e.n rode slowly down the sloping road which led to the plains, and on the side of which Crux had built his saloon.

Crux and his men turned out in some surprise to watch the cavalcade as it pa.s.sed. The band was led by Charlie Brooke, and the scout rode in advance on Black Polly as guide.

”Is it the Reds or the Buffalo you're after to-day, Hunky, with such a big crowd?” asked Crux.

”Halt!” cried Charlie, at that moment.

The forty men obeyed, and, turning suddenly to the left, faced the saloon.

”Hands up!” said Charlie, whose men at the same moment pointed their rifles at Crux and his men. These were all too familiar with the order to dare to disobey it.

Our hero then ordered a small detachment of his men to enter the saloon and fetch out all rifles and pistols, and those of Crux's people who chanced to have their weapons about them, were disarmed. Another detachment went off to the stables behind the saloon.

While they were thus engaged, Charlie addressed Crux.