第60章 LAW AND ORDER(4)

"'Bud,' says Luke, 'I'm going after that bunch.I'm going there and get the man or boy, as you say he was, and bring him back.I'm sheriff of Mojada County, and I shall keep law and order in its precincts while I'm able to draw a gun.And I want you to go with me.No Eastern Yankee can shoot up a respectable and well-known citizen of Bildad, 'specially with a thirty-two calibre, and escape the law.Pedro Johnson,' says Luke, 'is one of our most prominent citizens and business men.I'll appoint Sam Bel l acting sheriff with penitentiary powers while I'm away, and you and me will take the six forty-five northbound to-morrow evening and follow up this trail.'

"'I'm your company,' says I.'I never see this New York, but I'd like to.But, Luke,' says I, 'don't you have to have a dispensation or a habeas corpus or something from the state, when you reach out that far for rich men and malefactors?'

"'Did I have a requisition,' says Luke, 'when I went over into the Brazos bottoms and brought back Bill Grimes and two more for holding up the International? Did me and you have a search warrant or a posse comitatus when we rounded up them six Mexican cow thieves down in Hidalgo? It's my business to keep order in Mojada County.'

"'And it's my business as office deputy,' says I, 'to see that business is carried on according to law.Between us both we ought to keep things pretty well cleaned up.'

"So, the next day, Luke packs a blanket and some collars and his mileage book in a haversack, and him and me hits the breeze for New York.It was a powerful long ride.The seats in the cars was too short for six-footers like us to sleep comfortable on; and the conductor had to keep us from getting off at every town that had five-story houses in it.But we got there finally; and we seemed to see right away that he was right about it.

"'Luke,' says I, 'as office deputy and from a law standpoint, it don't look to me like this place is properly and legally in the jurisdiction of Mojada County, Texas.'

"'From the standpoint of order,' says he, 'it's amenable to answer for its sins to the properly appointed authorities from Bildad to Jerusalem.'

"'Amen,' says I.'But let's turn our trick sudden, and ride.I don't like the looks of this place.'

"'Think of Pedro Johnson,' says Luke, 'a friend of mine and yours shot down by one of these gilded abolitionists at his very door!'

"'It was at the door of the freight depot,' says I.'But the law will not be balked at a quibble like that.'

"We put up at one of them big hotels on Broadway.The next morning I goes down about two miles of stairsteps to the bottom and hunts for Luke.It ain't no use.It looks like San Jacinto day in San Antone.There's a thousand folks milling around in a kind of a roofed-over plaza with marble pavements and trees growing right out of 'em, and I see no more chance of finding Luke than if we was hunting each other in the big pear flat down below Old Fort Ewell.But soon Luke and me runs together in one of the turns of them marble alleys.

"'It ain't no use, Bud,' says he.'I can't find no place to eat at.I've been looking for restaurant signs and smelling for ham all over the camp.

But I'm used to going hungry when I have to.Now,' says he, 'I'm going out and get a hack and ride down to the address on this Scudder card.You stay here and try to hustle some grub.But I doubt if you'll find it.Iwish we'd brought along some cornmeal and bacon and beans.I'll be back when I see this Scudder, if the trail ain't wiped out.'

"So I starts foraging for breakfast.For the honour of old Mojada County I didn't want to seem green to them abolitionists, so every time I turned a corner in them marble halls I went up to the first desk or counter I see and looks around for grub.If I didn't see what I wanted I asked for something else.In about half an hour I had a dozen cigars, five story magazines, and seven or eight railroad time-tables in my pockets, and never a smell of coffee or bacon to point out the trail.

"Once a lady sitting at a table and playing a game kind of like pushpin told me to go into a closet that she called Number 3.I went in and shut the door, and the blamed thing lit itself up.I set down on a stool before a shelf and waited.Thinks I, 'This is a private dining-room.' But no waiter never came.When I got to sweating good and hard, I goes out again.

"'Did you get what you wanted?' says she.

"'No, ma'am,' says I.'Not a bite.'

"'Then there's no charge,' says she.

"'Thanky, ma'am,' says I, and I takes up the trail again.

"By and by I thinks I'll shed etiquette; and I picks up one of them boys with blue clothes and yellow buttons in front, and he leads me to what he calls the caffay breakfast room.And the first thing I lays my eyes on when I go in is that boy that had shot Pedro Johnson.He was setting all alone at a little table, hitting a egg with a spoon like he was afraid he'd break it.

"I takes the chair across the table from him; and he looks insulted and makes a move like he was going to get up.

"'Keep still, son,' says I.'You're apprehended, arrested, and in charge of the Texas authorities.Go on and hammer that egg some more if it's the inside of it you want.Now, what did you shoot Mr.Johnson, of Bildad, for?'

"And may I ask who you are?' says he.

"'You may,' says I.'Go ahead.'

"'I suppose you're on,' says this kid, without batting his eyes.'But what are you eating? Here, waiter!' he calls out, raising his finger.

'Take this gentleman's order.

"'A beefsteak,' says I, 'and some fried eggs and a can of peaches and a quart of coffee will about suffice.'