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Gentleman Tim and me was sittin' there on our hosses， a little to one side. We saw Texas Pete jump up from his chair， take a quick aim， and cut loose with his rifle. It was plumb unexpected to us. We hadn't thought of any shootin'， and our six-shooters was tied in， 'count of the jumpy country we'd been drivin' the steers over. But Gentleman Tim， who had unslung his rope， aimin' to help the hosses out of the chuckhole， snatched her off the horn， and with one of the prettiest twenty-foot flip throws I ever see done he snaked old Texas Pete right out of his wicky-up， gun and all. The old renegade did his best to twist around for a shot at us； but it was no go； and I never enjoyed hog-tying a critter more in my life than I enjoyed hog-tying Texas Pete. Then we turned to see what damage had been done.
We were some relieved to find the family all right， but Texas Pete had bored one of them poor old crow-bait hosses plumb through the head.
"It's lucky for you you don't get the old man，" says Gentleman Tim very quiet and polite.
Which Gentleman Tim was an Irishman， and I'd been on the range long enough with him to know that when he got quiet and polite it was time to dodge behind something.
"I hope， sir" says he to the stranger， "that you will give your wife and baby a satisfying drink. As for your hoss， pray do not be under any apprehension. Our friend， Mr. Texas Pete， here， has kindly consented to make good any deficiencies from his own corral."Tim could talk high， wide， and handsome when he set out to.
The man started to say something； but I managed to herd him to one side.
"Let him alone，" I whispers. "When he talks that way， he's mad；and when he's mad， it's better to leave nature to supply the lightnin' rods."He seemed to sabe all right， so we built us a little fire and started some grub， while Gentleman Tim walked up and down very grand and fierce.
By and by he seemed to make up his mind. He went over and untied Texas Pete.
"Stand up， you hound，" says he. "Now listen to me. If you make a break to get away， or if you refuse to do just as I tell you， Iwon't shoot you， but I'll march you up country and see that Geronimo gets you."He sorted out a shovel and pick， made Texas Pete carry them right along the trail a quarter， and started him to diggin' a hole.
Texas Pete started in hard enough， Tim sittin' over him on his hoss， his six-shooter loose， and his rope free. The man and Istood by， not darin' to say a word. After a minute or so Texas Pete began to work slower and slower. By and by he stopped.
"Look here，" says he， "is this here thing my grave？""I am goin' to see that you give the gentleman's hoss decent interment，" says Gentleman Tim very polite.
"Bury a hoss！" growls Texas Pete.
But he didn't say any more. Tim cocked his six-shooter.
"Perhaps you'd better quit panting and sweat a little，" says he.
Texas Pete worked hard for a while， for Tim's quietness was beginning to scare him up the worst way. By and by he had got down maybe four or five feet， and Tim got off his hoss.
"I think that will do，" says he.
"You may come out. Billy， my son， cover him. Now， Mr. Texas Pete，" he says， cold as steel， "there is the grave. We will place the hoss in it. Then I intend to shoot you and put you in with the hoss， and write you an epitaph that will be a comfort to such travellers of the Trail as are honest， and a warnin' to such as are not. I'd as soon kill you now as an hour from now， so you may make a break for it if you feel like it."He stooped over to look into the hole. I thought he looked an extra long time， but when he raised his head his face had changed complete.
"March！" says he very brisk.
We all went back to the shack. From the corral Tim took Texas Pete's best team and hitched her to the old schooner.
"There，" says he to the man. "Now you'd better hit the trail.
Take that whisky keg there for water. Good-bye."We sat there without sayin' a word for some time after the schooner had pulled out. Then Tim says， very abrupt：
"I've changed my mind."
He got up.
"Come on， Billy，" says he to me. "We'll just leave our friend tied up. I'll be back to-morrow to turn you loose. In the meantime it won't hurt you a bit to be a little uncomfortable， and hungry--and thirsty."We rode off just about sundown， leavin' Texas Pete lashed tight.
Now all this knocked me hell-west and crooked， and I said so， but I couldn't get a word out of Gentleman Tim. All the answer Icould get was just little laughs.
We drawed into the ranch near midnight， but next mornin' Tim had a long talk with the boss， and the result was that the whole outfit was instructed to arm up with a pick or a shovel apiece， and to get set for Texas Pete's. We got there a little after noon， turned the old boy out--without firearms--and then began to dig at a place Tim told us to， near that grave of Texas Pete's.
In three hours we had the finest water-hole developed you ever want to see. Then the boss stuck up a sign that said：
PUBLIC WATER-HOLE. WATER， FREE.
"Now you old skin，" says he to Texas Pete， "charge all you want to on your own property. But if I ever hear of your layin' claim to this other hole， I'll shore make you hard to catch."Then we rode off home. You see， when Gentleman Tim inspected that grave， he noted indications of water； and it struck him that runnin' the old renegade out of business was a neater way of gettin' even than merely killin' him.
Somebody threw a fresh mesquite on the fire. The flames leaped up again， showing a thin trickle of water running down the other side of the cave. The steady downpour again made itself prominent through the re-established silence.
"What did Texas Pete do after that？" asked the Cattleman.
"Texas Pete？" chuckled Windy Bill. "Well， he put in a heap of his spare time lettin' Tim alone."第一章
THE REMITTANCE MAN