Then, amid banter and laughter, the big bronzed men filed up the long bare room, after which all eyes were turned toward the three who sat on a little platform beside a piano. Facing them another group, who I fancied meant mischief, lounged against the bar, looking on sardonically. Then the proprietor, who wore a large diamond in his white shirt-front, came out.
“This yere discussin’ temperance is thirsty work,” he said, 143 “and it might improve the general harmony if before you begin in earnest you had a drink with me. Ask them what they’re shouting for, Jim; and, Jess, for once you’ll rustle round with the tray.”
There was a jingle of glasses, and a damsel with very pink cheeks and lemon-colored hair, who apparently presided over the piano, went round with a tray. It was emptied several times, and I began to foresee that the temperance demonstration would fail miserably, as it might have done but for Johnston’s ready wit and the opposite party’s imprudence. Grinning derisively, Hemlock Jim led the waitress straight up to the orators’ platform, and, with the revolver showing significantly as he bent forward, he held out the tray saying:
“It will help the good feelin’ if you have a drink with me.”
This was a false step. A big man from the bush of Ontario, whose forebears had probably been Scottish Covenanters, stretched his long limbs out in front of Hemlock, while Johnston smiled as he answered:
“Not at present. Unfortunately I’m a little particular as to whom I drink with. Boys, don’t you think it would be fairer if you heard our guests first, and then paid for your own refreshment afterward if they didn’t convince you?”
Hemlock Jim deliberately set down his tray, the Ontario bushman seemed gathering himself together for some purpose, and there was an ominous glitter in Johnston’s eyes, while just as I expected the fray to begin, the proprietor called out laughingly:
“Sit right down, Jim. Pass on them glasses, Jess. I guess they won’t refuse you.”
It was diplomatic, but Johnston’s hint of fairness went further, and in spite of the frail beauty’s smiles, a number 144 of those who listened waved the tray aside with the words “I pass!”
Then, when some one called out to ask what was the matter with the circus, and whether the clown were lost, while others demanded “The lady!” Johnston turned to Miss Marvin, and there was a hush as the slight girlish figure—and she seemed very young—stood upright before us. She thrust back the unlovely bonnet, and her thin face was flushed; but when, clenching nervous fingers upon the dowdy gown, she raised a high clear voice, every man in the assembly settled himself to listen. Perhaps it was a chivalrous respect for her womanhood, or mere admiration for personal courage, and she had most gallantly taken up the challenge; but I think she also spoke with force and sincerity, for my own pulse quickened in time to the rapid utterance. Then changing from the somewhat conventional tirade, she leaned forward speaking very gently, and one could hear the men breathe in the stillness, while, as far as I can remember, the plain words ran: