Part 22 (1/2)

”Yes. Trampas. He's got a job at the ranch now.” The Virginian said no more, but went on with his breakfast.

His appearance was changed. Aged I would scarcely say, for this would seem as if he did not look young. But I think that the boy was altogether gone from his face--the boy whose freak with Steve had turned Medicine Bow upside down, whose other freak with the babies had outraged Bear Creek, the boy who had loved to jingle his spurs. But manhood had only trained, not broken, his youth. It was all there, only obedient to the rein and curb.

Presently we went together to the railway yard.

”The Judge is doing a right smart o' business this year,” he began, very casually indeed, so that I knew this was important. Besides bells and coal smoke, the smell and crowded sounds of cattle rose in the air around us. ”Hyeh's our first gather o' beeves on the ranch,” continued the Virginian. ”The whole lot's s.h.i.+pped through to Chicago in two sections over the Burlington. The Judge is fighting the Elkhorn road.”

We pa.s.sed slowly along the two trains,--twenty cars, each car packed with huddled, round-eyed, gazing steers. He examined to see if any animals were down. ”They ain't ate or drank anything to speak of,” he said, while the terrified brutes stared at us through their slats. ”Not since they struck the railroad they've not drank. Yu' might suppose they know somehow what they're travellin' to Chicago for.” And casually, always casually, he told me the rest. Judge Henry could not spare his foreman away from the second gather of beeves. Therefore these two ten-car trains with their double crew of cow-boys had been given to the Virginian's charge. After Chicago, he was to return by St. Paul over the Northern Pacific; for the Judge had wished him to see certain of the road's directors and explain to them persuasively how good a thing it would be for them to allow especially cheap rates to the Sunk Creek outfit henceforth. This was all the Virginian told me; and it contained the whole matter, to be sure.

”So you're acting foreman,” said I.

”Why, somebody has to have the say, I reckon.”

”And of course you hated the promotion?”

”I don't know about promotion,” he replied. ”The boys have been used to seein' me one of themselves. Why don't you come along with us far as Plattsmouth?” Thus he s.h.i.+fted the subject from himself, and called to my notice the locomotives backing up to his cars, and reminded me that from Plattsmouth I had the choice of two trains returning. But he could not hide or belittle this confidence of his employer in him. It was the care of several thousand perishable dollars and the control of men. It was a compliment. There were more steers than men to be responsible for; but none of the steers had been suddenly picked from the herd and set above his fellows. Moreover, Chicago finished up the steers; but the new-made deputy foreman had then to lead his six highly unoccupied brethren away from towns, and back in peace to the ranch, or disappoint the Judge, who needed their services. These things sometimes go wrong in a land where they say you are all born equal; and that quarter of a nod in Colonel Cyrus Jones's eating palace held more equality than any whole nod you could see. But the Virginian did not see it, there being a time for all things.

We trundled down the flopping, heavy-eddied Missouri to Plattsmouth, and there they backed us on to a siding, the Christian Endeavor being expected to pa.s.s that way. And while the equality absorbed themselves in a deep but harmless game of poker by the side of the railway line, the Virginian and I sat on the top of a car, contemplating the sandy shallows of the Platte.

”I should think you'd take a hand,” said I.

”Poker? With them kittens?” One flash of the inner man lightened in his eyes and died away, and he finished with his gentle drawl, ”When I play, I want it to be interestin'.” He took out Sir Walter's Kenilworth once more, and turned the volume over and over slowly, without opening it.

You cannot tell if in spirit he wandered on Bear Creek with the girl whose book it was. The spirit will go one road, and the thought another, and the body its own way sometimes. ”Queen Elizabeth would have played a mighty pow'ful game,” was his next remark.

”Poker?” said I.

”Yes, seh. Do you expaict Europe has got any queen equal to her at present?”

I doubted it.

”Victoria'd get pretty nigh slain sliding chips out agaynst Elizabeth.

Only mos' prob'ly Victoria she'd insist on a half-cent limit. You have read this hyeh Kenilworth? Well, deal Elizabeth ace high, an' she could scare Robert Dudley with a full house plumb out o' the bettin'.”

I said that I believed she unquestionably could.

”And,” said the Virginian, ”if Ess.e.x's play got next her too near, I reckon she'd have stacked the cyards. Say, d' yu' remember Shakespeare's fat man?”

”Falstaff? Oh, yes, indeed.”

”Ain't that grand? Why, he makes men talk the way they do in life.

I reckon he couldn't get printed to-day. It's a right down shame Shakespeare couldn't know about poker. He'd have had Falstaff playing all day at that Tearsheet outfit. And the Prince would have beat him.”

”The Prince had the brains,” said I.

”Brains?”

”Well, didn't he?”

”I neveh thought to notice. Like as not he did.”