'I'll give you a pair of Inish's, when you leave.' 'Well, I guess I ought to get along and help Woodrow, pretty soon, ma'am,' Gus said. He was beginning to be actively fearful, his suspicion being that Madame Scull was a madwoman--no doubt that was why Captain Scull had decided to leave.
Inez Scull didn't reply. Instead, to his horror, she pulled his bare foot up under her skirt and began to rub it against herself. Then she reached back, grasped his other foot, peeled the sock off, and stuck that foot under her too. She began to sway from side to side, rubbing herself with first one foot and then the other. Gus couldn't see her face, but he could hear her breathing, which was hoarse and raw.
Then Madame Scull dropped his feet and whirled on him. He had been pulled half off the bench by her exertions already. Before he could scoot back Madame Scull grabbed his belt and began to yank at it. She was breathing hoarsely and there was sweat on her forehead and cheeks.
'You said your friend Captain Call was stiff as a poker with the ladies--now let's see about you,' she said.
Augustus suddenly realized what Inez Scull had been talking about when she made that remark in the yard. He felt feverish with embarrassment as Madame Scull proceeded to unbutton his pants. What would Clara think, if she knew?
But then, as Madame Scull opened his pants and began to probe in his long johns, Augustus remembered that Clara was getting married. In only two days she would be Clara Allen. What he did with Madame Scull or any woman would not be something she would want to know. The thought filled him with hopelessness, but, hopeless or not, Madame Scull was still there, hoarse and insistent.
When he slipped down to the floor he thought, for a moment, that she might smother him with her skirts. But Clara was gone--gone forever. He had no reason to resist--in any case it was too late.
Madame Scull managed to scoot them over onto a big green rug in front of a closet of some kind.
'This will be better, Gussie,' she said. 'We won't be bumping our knees on this hardwood floor.' 'What about ...?' Gus said--he was still nervous about the servants; but he never got farther with his question. Madame Scull overrode it.
'Hush up, Gussie, let's trot!' she said. 'Just be my ranger boy, and let's trot!'
Call was at a loss to know what could be detaining Augustus. He had got himself well barbered, haircut and shave, and had a dentist look at a back tooth that had been bothering him from time to time. The dentist wanted to pull the tooth immediately, but Call decided to take his chances and keep it. He waited in Gus's favorite saloon for two hours, hoping Gus would appear and they could decide what men to take on their search for Captain Scull.
Mrs. Scull had said she might require Augustus to have tea with her--but why would it be taking so long to sip tea? He inquired of the old Dutch bartender, Liuprand, how long tea took to make, thinking there might be some ceremony involved, one he didn't understand.
'Tea ... why, five minutes, if it's a big pot,' Liuprand said. He was a small man with no skill at fisticuffso--in the course of trying to subdue unruly customers his nose had been broken so many times that it now bore some resemblance to the fat end of a squash.
Call had already decided that he wanted to take the black man, Deets, who had been the most useful member of the company on the recent trip north. Deets could cook and sew and even doctor a little, and had shown himself able to work whatever the weather.
He knew he could not linger over his choosing too much longer. The sun was setting; the men chosen would be expected to leave when it rose at daybreak.
He wanted to ask Long Bill Coleman to go with them--there was no steadier man available than Long Bill Coleman--but he had just been reunited with his wife, Pearl, and might not feel like leaving her again, so abruptly. Even if Long Bill wanted to go, Pearl might not be willing to relinquish him again, so soon.
No more, for that matter, would Maggie want to see him leave again, so quickly. He dreaded having to go inform her of the order. She had brought up the subject of a baby, a problem he would hardly have time to consider, given all he had to do before leaving. In fact, he would have liked to linger with Maggie a few days and let her indulge him and feed him beefsteak. His dread at having to tell her the Governor was sending them off again was so strong that he had three whiskeys, an unusual thing for him. It was not something he would have done had Gus McCrae come promptly.
Call's suspicion was that Augustus was somewhere in the Forsythe store, spooning with Clara.
It was a strong enough suspicion that he went outside and sent Pea Eye Parker across the street to check. Pea Eye had few friends; he was merely sitting in front of the barbershop when Call sent him on the errand. Call liked the tall lanky boy; he thought he might take him with them if Gus had no objection.
Pea Eye was back in the saloon before Call had had much time to even lift his glass.
'Nope, he ain't in the store--I asked the lady,' Pea Eye said. 'She ain't seen him since the two of you left for the Governor's, that's what she said to tell you.' 'Now, this is a dern nuisance,' Call said.
'I need to pick the men and get them together. How can I make decisions with Captain McCrae if he's disappeared?' Jake Spoon wandered into the saloon about then and heard the discussion.
'Maybe he got kidnapped,' he said, mainly in jest.
'He just went to take tea with Madame Scull, I can't imagine what's detaining him.' 'Oh,' Jake said. He got a kind of funny look on his face.
'What's wrong, Jake? You look like you et a bug,' Pea Eye said.
Jake was thinking that he knew exactly what Captain McCrae was doing, if he was with Madame Scull. He remembered his own hot actions with her, in the closet, all too well-- the memories of their active lust were a torment to him at night.
'I ain't et no bug--I ain't that green,' Jake replied. 'I just swallowed wrong.' 'But you ain't eating nothing,' Pea Eye persisted. 'What did you swallow, anyway?' 'Because I had air in my mouth, you fool,' Jake said, irritated by Pea Eye's questioning.
'Captain, if you're going off again, can I go?' Jake asked, boldly. 'There ain't much to do in town, with the boys gone.' The question took Call unprepared. In fact, the new assignment took him unprepared. The Governor, mainly to placate Madame Scull, had given them a task that seemed more ridiculous the longer he thought about
