hanging onto him, and commenced committing mayhem on my hosts, because I seen right off they was critters which couldn't be persuaded to respect a guest no other way.
Well, the dust of battle hadn't settled, the casualities was groaning all over the place, and I was jest relighting the candle when I heard a hoss galloping up the trail from the south. I wheeled and drawed my guns as it stopped before the cabin. But I didn't shoot, because the next instant they was a bare-footed gal standing in the door. When she seen the rooins she let out a screech like a catamount.
'You've kilt 'em!' she screamed. 'You murderer!'
'Aw, I ain't, neither,' I said. 'They ain't hurt much--jest a few cracked ribs and dislocated shoulders and busted laigs and sech-like trifles. Joshua's ear'll grow back on all right, if you take a few stitches into it.'
'You cussed Barlow!' she squalled, jumping up and down with the hystericals. 'I'll kill you! You damned Barlow!'
'I ain't no Barlow, dern it,' I said. 'I'm Breckinridge Elkins, of Bear Creek. I ain't never even heard of no Barlows.'
At that George stopped his groaning long enough to snarl: 'If you ain't a friend of the Barlows, how come you askin' for Dick Blanton? He's one of 'em.'
'He jilted my sister!' I roared. 'I aim to drag him back and make him marry her.'
'Well, it was all a mistake,' groaned George. 'But the damage is done now.'
'It's wuss'n you think,' said the gal fiercely. 'The Warrens has all forted theirselves over at pap's cabin, and they sent me to git you boys. We got to make a stand. The Barlows is gatherin' over to Jake Barlow's cabin, and they aims to make a foray onto us tonight. We was outnumbered to begin with, and now here's our best fightin' men laid out! Our goose is cooked plumb to hell!'
'Lift me onto my hoss,' moaned George. 'I cain't walk, but I can still shoot.' He tried to rise up, and fell back cussing and groaning.
'You got to help us!' said the gal desperately, turning to me. 'You done laid out our four best fightin' men, and you owes it to us. It's yore duty! Anyway, you says Dick Blanton's yore enemy--well, he's Jake Barlow's nephew, and he come back here to help 'em clean out us Warrens. He's over to Jake's cabin right now. My brother Bill snuck over and spied on 'em, and he says every fightin' man of the clan is gatherin' there. All we can do is hold the fort, and you got to come help us hold it! Yo're nigh as big as all four of these boys put together.'
Well, I figgered I owed the Warrens something, so, after setting some bones and bandaging some wounds and abrasions of which they was a goodly lot, I saddled Cap'n Kidd and we sot out.
As we rode along she said: 'That there is the biggest, wildest, meanest-lookin' critter I ever seen. Is he actually a hoss, or some kind of a varmint?'
'He's a hoss,' I said. 'But he's got painter's blood and a shark's disposition. What's this here feud about?'
'I dunno,' she said. 'It's been goin' on so long everybody's done forgot what started it. Somebody accused somebody else of stealin' a cow, I think. What's the difference?'
'They ain't none,' I assured her. 'If folks wants to have feuds it's their own business.'
We was follering a winding path, and purty soon we heard dogs barking and about that time the gal turned aside and got off her hoss, and showed me a pen hid in the bresh. It was full of hosses.
'We keep our mounts here so's the Barlows ain't so likely to find 'em and run 'em off,' she said, and she turnt her hoss into the pen, and I put Cap'n Kidd in, but I tied him over in one corner by hisself--otherwise he would of started fighting all the other hosses and kicked the fence down.
Then we went on along the path and the dogs barked louder and purty soon we come to a big two-story cabin which had heavy board-shutters over the winders. They was jest a dim streak of candle light come through the cracks. It was dark, because the moon hadn't come up. We stopped in the shadders of the trees, and the gal whistled like a whippoorwill three times, and somebody answered from up on the roof. A door opened a crack in a room which didn't have no light at all, and somebody said: 'That you, Elizerbeth? Air the boys with you?'
'It's me,' says she, starting towards the door. 'But the boys ain't with me.'
Then all to onst he throwed open the door and hollered: 'Run, gal! They's a grizzly b'ar standin' up on his hind laigs right behind you!'
'Aw, that ain't no b'ar,' says she. 'That there's Breckinridge Elkins, from up in Nevady. He's goin' to help us fight the Barlows.'
We went on into a room where they was a candle on the table, and they was nine or ten men there and thirty-odd women and chillern. They all looked kinda pale and scairt, and the men was loaded down with pistols and Winchesters.
They all looked at me kind of dumb-like, and the old man kept staring at me like he warn't any too sure he hadn't let a grizzly in the house, after all. He mumbled something about making a natural mistake, in the dark, and turnt to the gal, and demanded: 'Whar's the boys I sent you after?'
And she says: 'This gent mussed 'em up so's they ain't fitten for to fight. Now, don't git rambunctious, Pap. It war jest a honest mistake all around. He's our friend, and he's gunnin' for Dick Blanton.'
'Ha! Dick Blanton!' snarled one of the men, lifting his Winchester. 'Jest lemme line my sights on him! I'll cook his goose!'
'You won't, neither,' I said. 'He's got to go back to Bear Creek and marry my sister Elinor. Well,' I says, 'what's the campaign?'
'I don't figger they'll git here till well after midnight,' said Old Man Warren. 'All we can do is wait for 'em.'
'You means you all sets here and waits till they comes and lays siege?' I says.
'What else?' says he. 'Lissen here, young man, don't start tellin' me how to conduck a feud. I growed up in this here'n. It war in full swing when I was born, and I done spent my whole life carryin' it on.'
'That's jest it,' I snorted. 'You lets these dern wars drag on for generations. Up in the Humbolts we bring sech things to a quick conclusion. Mighty nigh everybody up there come from Texas, original, and we fights our feuds Texas style, which is short and sweet--a feud which lasts ten years in Texas is a humdinger. We winds 'em up quick and in style. Where-at is this here cabin where the Barlows is gatherin'?'
''Bout three mile over the ridge,' says a young feller they called Bill.
'How many is they?' I ast.
'I counted seventeen,' says he.
'Jest a fair-sized mouthful for a Elkins,' I said. 'Bill, you guide me to that there cabin. The rest of you can come or stay, it don't make no difference to me.'
Well, they started jawing with each other then. Some was for going and some for staying. Some wanted to go with me, and try to take the Barlows by surprise, but the others said it couldn't be done--they'd git ambushed theirselves, and the only sensible thing to be did was to stay forted and wait for the Barlows to come. They given me no more heed--jest sot there and augered.
But that was all right with me. Right in the middle of the dispute, when it looked like maybe the Warrens would get to fighting among theirselves and finish each other before the Barlows could get there, I lit out with the boy Bill, which seemed to have considerable sense for a Warren.
He got him a hoss out of the hidden corral, and I got Cap'n Kidd, which was a good thing. He'd somehow got a mule by the neck, and the critter was almost at its last gasp when I rescued it. Then me and Bill lit out.
We follered winding paths over thick-timbered mountainsides till at last we come to a clearing and they was a cabin there, with light and profanity pouring out of the winders. We'd been hearing the last mentioned for half a mile before we sighted the cabin.
We left our hosses back in the woods a ways, and snuck up on foot and stopped amongst the trees back of the cabin.
'They're in there tankin' up on corn licker to whet their appertites for Warren blood!' whispered Bill, all in a shiver. 'Lissen to 'em! Them fellers ain't hardly human! What you goin' to do? They got a man standin' guard out in front of the door at the other end of the cabin. You see they ain't no doors nor winders at the back. They's winders on each side, but if we try to rush it from the front or either side, they'll see us and fill us full of lead before we could git in a shot. Look! The moon's comin' up. They'll be startin' on their raid before long.'
I'll admit that cabin looked like it was going to be harder to storm than I'd figgered. I hadn't had no idee in mind when I sot out for the place. All I wanted was to get in amongst them Barlows--I does my best fighting at
