Horace saw it, too; but he wasn’t interested at first, and dove all about, lookin’ for his bear. He was plumb wild; but finally he picked up the piece o’ paper, and read what was wrote on it in scrawly letters, which I knew to be the work o’ Spider Kelley: “Before I was shot I was a grizzly bar but it made me feel so small to get shot by a tender-foot that I have shrank to what you see befor you.”
That confounded Kelley hadn’t been able to resist workin’ the joke back on me; so he had toted Columbus down from Sholte’s Knoll, and then skipped. I knew I wouldn’t see him for some time—but I also knew I wouldn’t forget what was comin’ to him when I did.
Horace read the note through in silence, then he looked at the remains of the woodchuck, then he read the note again, and his face got like a sunset. He read the note once more, and then he leaped through the air for that veteran trapper, and grabbed him by the beard. The beard and wig came off in his hands, and Eugene started to flee, with Horace a close second, kickin’ the seat o’ that squaw dress at every jump. Horace was in able shape, and Eugene was flimsy; so when he tripped and rolled over, Horace got him by the ears, and proceeded to beat his head on a stone, the way Tank had told about doin’ to the unobligin’ old miner.
I pulled Horace off to save Eugene’s life, and then Horace pulled out a gun and tried to take my life. It took us two solid hours to cool Horace down below the boilin’ point; and then he started off alone with his lips set and his eyebrows pulled down to the bridge of his nose. I liked him better ’n ever. He was as game as they made ’em, and had even forgot the check ’at ol’ Tank Williams was still holdin’; but I was honestly worried about Eugene.
Part of it may have been due to havin’ his head beat mellow on a stone; but still he allus did lack sand when he was losin’, and now he sat tuggin’ at his real hair an’ swearin’ he was ruined, and would take his own life the first chance he had. It was partly my fault; so I made Tank help me tote back Eugene’s needin’s from the deserted cabin to his shop, Eugene goin’ along in a stupor and repeatin’ to us constant that he intended to drink his own heart’s blood.
I sent Tank back to the Dot to see what he could do toward pacifyin’ Horace, and then I returned the squaw dress to Ike Spargle. He broke into a side-split when I stepped into his place, and fairly deluged me with liquor; but I wasn’t in no mood for it. Ike told me ’at Spider had gone out to the Dot to notify that he had quit temporary; and then he was goin’ out to hunt down Red Erickson for the bounty. Ike was equally willin’ to talk about bears or Red Erickson; but I wasn’t conversational, so I went back to Eugene’s.
He had his door locked, and at first refused me admittance; but finally he let me in, and I told him I would let him have his outfit on time. He wouldn’t scarcely listen to me; so the best I could do was to get his promise that he wouldn’t slay himself inside the house, as the boys were superstitious again’ it, and would burn it down. As it was again’ my credit at ol’ man Dort’s, I felt more agreeable toward payin’ for a standin’ house, than for just the ashes of one.
“When I’m gone, Happy,” sez Eugene, “I want you to send my watch back to Sommersville, Connecticut. That’s all I ask of ya. You’ve been as near a friend to me as any one in this ungodly community has, and I don’t bear ya no ill will. If I could just have paid off that mortgage—”
I shook hands with him and went outside, where I settled myself comfortable and made ready to keep watch on him until he started to drink. I felt sure that if he’d once get to elevatin’ a bottle, it would take his mind off suicide; but he paced up and down inside his room until I was purt’ nigh out o’ my own head.
It must have been nine in the evenin’ when he stole out his side door with a forty-five under his coat; and started up the ravine which opens west o’ town, and I follered like a coyote.