“The chair informs the gent,” said Enright with cold dignity, “that Dave, bein' now a Evangelist, can't make no gun plays, nor go canterin' out to shoot as of a former day. However, the chair recognises the rights of the gent, an', standin' as the chair does in the position of lookout to this game, the chair nom'nates Dan'l Boggs, who's officiatin' as deacon hereof, to back these yere orisons with his six-shooter as soon as ever church is out, in person.”
“It goes!” responded Boggs. “I proudly assoomes Dave's place.”
“Mr. Pres'dent,” interrupted Short Creek Dave, “jest let me get my views in yere. It's my turn all right, as I makes clear, easy. I've looked up things some, an* I finds that the Apostle Peter, who was a great range boss of them days, scroopled not to fight. Which I trails out after Peter in this. I might add, too, that while it gives me pain to be obleeged to shoot up brother Texas Thompson in the first half of the first meetin' we holds in Wolfville, still the path of dooty is plain, an' I shall shorely walk tharin, fearin' nothin'. I tharfore moves we adjourn ten minutes, an' as thar is plenty of moon outside, if the chair will lend me its gun—I'm not packin' of sech frivolities no more, regyardin' of 'em in the light of sinful bluffs—I trusts to Providence to convince brother Texas Thompson that he's followed off the wrong waggon track. You-alls can gamble! I knows my business. I ain't 4-flushin' none when I lines out to pray!”
“Onless objection is heard, this meetin' will stand adjourned for ten minutes,” said Enright, at the same time passing Short Creek Dave his pistol.
Fifteen paces were stepped off, and the opponents faced up in the moonlit street. Enright, Peets, Hall, Boggs, Tutt, Moore and the rest of the congregation made a line of admiration on the sidewalk.
“I counts one! two! three! an' then I drops the contreebution box,” said Enright, “whereupon you-alls fires an' advances at will. Be you ready?”
The shooting began on the word. When the smoke blew away, Texas Thompson staggered to the sidewalk and sat down. There was a bullet in his hip, and the wound, for the moment, brought a feeling of sickness.