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strict silence and attention to the corned beef made me in the eyes of the cow-boys at table compare well with the over-talkative commercial travellers. The Virginians entrance produced a slight silence. He had done wonders with the wash-trough, and he had somehow brushed his clothes. With all the roughness of his dress, he was now the neatest of us. He nodded to some of the other cow-boys, and began his meal in quiet. But silence is not the native element of the drummer. An average fish can go a longer time out of water than this breed can live without talking. One of them now looked across the table at the grave, flannel- shirted Virginian; he inspected, and came to the imprudent conclusion that he understood his man. Good evening, he said briskly. Good evening, said the Virginian. Just come to town? pursued the drummer. Just come to town, the Virginian suavely assented. Cattle business jumping along? inquired the drummer. Oh, fair. And the Virginian took some more corned beef. Gets a move on your appetite, anyway, suggested the drummer. The Virginian drank some coffee. Presently the pretty woman refilled his cup without his asking her. Guess Ive met you before, the drummer stated next. The Virginian glanced at him for a brief moment. Havent I, now? Aint I seen you somewhere? Look at me. You been in Chicago, aint you? You look at me well. Remember Ikeys, dont you? I dont reckon I do. See, now! I knowed youd been in Chicago. Four or five years ago. Or maybe its two years. Times nothing to me. But I never forget a face. Yes, sir. Him and mes met at Ikeys, all right. This important point the drummer stated to all of us. We were called to witness how well he had proved old acquaintanceship. Aint the world small, though! he exclaimed complacently. Meet a man once and youre sure to run on to him again. Thats straight. Thats no bar- room josh. And the drummers eye included us all in his confidence. I wondered if he had attained that high perfection when a man believes his own lies. The Virginian did not seem interested. He placidly attended to his food, while our landlady moved between dining room and kitchen, and the drummer expanded. Yes, sir! Ikeys over by the stock-yards, patronized by all cattlemen that know whats what. Thats where. Maybe its three years. Time never was nothing to me. But faces! Why, I cant quit em. Adults or children, male and female; onced I seen em I couldnt lose one off my memory, not if you were to pay me bounty, five dollars a face. White men, that is. Cant do nothing with riggers or Chinese. But youre white, all right. The drummer suddenly returned to the Virginian with this high compliment, The cow-puncher had taken out a pipe, and was slowly rubbing it. The compliment seemed to escape his attention, and the drummer went on. I can tell a man when hes white, put him at Ikeys or out loose here in the sage-brush. And he rolled a cigar across to the Virginians plate. Selling them? inquired the Virginian. |
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