"Now, Cap'n Hedge," purred the reconstructed one, "you and me has always been good friends. We hadn't ought to fight like this. Idon't think either of us wants to go to court. Let's see if we can't fix the thing up some way.""We'll fix it up when you pay me the seventy dollars.""Now, Cap'n Hedge, 'tain't likely I've got seventy dollars in my pocket. Seems to me you're pretty hard on a poor feller that's jest been burnt out. I think we'd ought to--""How much HAVE you got?"
After a good deal of talk and protestation Mr. Saunders acknowledged being the possessor of twenty-six dollars, divided between the cash drawer and his pocket. This he reluctantly handed to the Captain.
Then the Captain demanded pen, ink, and paper; and when they were brought he laboriously wrote out a screed to the effect that Webster Saunders had received of Elsie Preston forty-four dollars, which sum he promised to pay on demand.
"There," he said, pushing the writing materials across the table.
"Sign that."
At first Mr. Saunders positively refused to sign. Then he intimated that he had rather wait and think it over a little while.
Finally he affixed his signature and spitefully threw the pen across the room.
Captain Eri folded up the paper and put it in his pocket. Then he rose and put on his pea jacket.
"Now, there's jest one thing more," he said. "Trot out that coat and hat.""What do you mean?"
"Trot out that coat and hat of John's. I want 'em.""I shan't do it."
"All right, then. It's all off. I'll step over and see the Jedge.
You'll hear from him and me later."
"Hold on a minute, Cap'n. You're in such a everlastin' hurry. Idon't care anything 'bout the old duds, but I don't know's I know where they are. Seems to me they're up to the house somewheres.
I'll give 'em to you to-morrer."
"You'll give 'em to me right now. I'll tend shop while you go after 'em."For a moment it looked as though the man of business would rebel outright. But the Captain was so calm, and evidently so determined to do exactly what he promised, that "Web" gave up in despair.
Muttering that maybe they were "'round the place, after all," he went into the back room and reappeared with the burned coat and the scorched white felt hat. Slamming them down on the counter, he said sulkily, "There they be. Any more of my prop'ty you'd like to have?"Captain Eri didn't answer. Coolly tearing off several sheets of wrapping paper from the roll at the back of the counter, he made a bundle of the hat and coat, and tucked it under his arm. Then he put on his own hat and started for the door.
"Good-mornin'," he said.
The temper of the exasperated Mr. Saunders flared up in a final outburst.
"You think you're almighty smart, don't you?" he growled between his teeth. "I'll square up with you by and by."The Captain turned sharply, his hand on the latch.
"I wish you'd try," he said. "I jest wish to God you'd try. I've held in more 'n I thought I could when I come up here, but if you want to start a reel fust-class rumpus, one that 'll land you where you b'long and rid this town of you for keeps, jest try some of your tricks on me. And if I hear of one word that you've said 'bout this whole bus'ness, I'll know it's time to start in. Now, you can keep still or fight, jest as you please. I tell you honest, I 'most wish you'd fight."The door slammed. Mr. Saunders opened it again and gazed vindictively after the bulky figure splashing through the slush.
The dog came sneaking up and rubbed his nose against his master's hand; it was an impolitic move on his part.
"Git out! " roared "Web," delighted at the opportunity. "You good-for-nothin' pup! How's that set?"
"That" was a kick that doubled the cur up against the settee. As it scrambled to its feet, Mr. Saunders kicked it again. And then the "watchdog" exhibited the first evidence of spirit that it had ever been known to show. With a snarl, as the man turned away, it settled its teeth into the calf of his leg, and then shot out of the door and, with its tail between its legs, went down the road like a yellow cannon ball.
