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Meanwhile, the Virginian rode beside me, so silent in his volcanic wrath that I did not perceive it. The missionary coming on top of Trampas had been more than he could stand. But I did not know, and I spoke with innocent cheeriness. Is the parson going to save us? I asked; and I fairly jumped at his voice: Dont talk so much! he burst out. I had got the whole accumulation! Whos been talking? I in equal anger screeched back. Im not trying to save you. I didnt take your rope. And having poured this out, I whipped up my pony. But he spurred his own alongside of me; and glancing at him, I saw that he was now convulsed with internal mirth. I therefore drew down to a walk, and he straightened into gravity. Im right obliged to yu, he laid his hand in its buckskin gauntlet upon my horses mane as he spoke, for bringing me back out o my nonsense. Ill be as serene as a bird now--whatever they do. A man, he stated reflectively, any full-sized man, ought to own a big lot of temper. And like all his valuable possessions, hed ought to keep it and not lose any. This was his full apology. As for salvation, I have got this far: somebody, he swept an arm at the sunset and the mountains, must have made all that, I know. But I know one more thing I would tell Him to His face: if I cant do nothing long enough and good enough to earn eternal happiness, I cant do nothing long enough and bad enough to be damned. I reckon He plays a square game with us if He plays at all, and I aint bothering my haid about other worlds. As we reached the stables, he had become the serene bird he promised, and was sentimentally continuing: De moon is made o fox-fire, as you might disciver; De stars like de ladies eyes, All round de world dey flies, To give a little light when de moon dont rise. If words were meant to conceal our thoughts, melody is perhaps a still thicker veil for them. Whatever temper he had lost, he had certainly found again; but this all the more fitted him to deal with Trampas, when the dealing should begin. I had half a mind to speak to the Judge, only it seemed beyond a mere visitors business. Our missionary was at this moment himself speaking to Judge Henry at the door of the home ranch. I reckon hes explaining he has been a-waiting. The Virginian was throwing his saddle off as I loosened the cinches of mine. And the Judge dont look like he was hopelessly distressed. I now surveyed the distant parley, and the Judge, from the wagonful of guests whom he had evidently been driving upon a days excursion, waved me a welcome, which I waved back. Hes got Miss Molly Wood there! I exclaimed. Yes. The Virginian was brief about this fact. Ill look afteh your saddle. You go and get acquainted with the company. This favor I accepted; it was the means he chose for saying he hoped, after our recent boiling over, that all was now more than right between us. So for the while I left him to his horses, and his corrals, and his Trampas, and his foreman, and his imminent problem. |
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