Do they lynch him?'
"'No,' says Tutt; 'from the calibre of the gun which fires the lead
that snatches Rainey from us, it is cl'ar that it's the gent who's
contendin' with Caribou who does it, Still public opinion is some
sour over losin' them three days, an' so Caribou goes lopin' out of
Lido surreptitious that same evenin', an' don't wait none on
Rainey's obsequies. Caribou merely sends regrets by the barkeep of
the Sunflower, reiterates the right to pay for them drink, an' Lido
sees him no more.'"
CHAPTER XV.
The Defiance of Gene Watkins.
"Be I religious that a-way?" More to embark him on some current of
conversation than from any gnawing eagerness to discover his creed,
I had aimed the question at my Old Cattleman.
"No," he continued, declining a proffered cigar, "I'll smoke my old
pipe to-night. Be I religious? says you. Well, I ain't shorely
livin' in what you'd call 'grace,' still I has my beliefs. Back in
Tennessee my folks is Methodis', held to sprinklin' an' sech;
however, for myse'f, I never banks none on them technicalities. It's
deeds that counts with Omnipotence, same as with a vig'lance
committee; an', whether a gent is sprinkled or dipped or is as
averse to water as Huggins or Old Monte, won't settle whether he
wins out a harp or a hot pitchfork in the eternal beyond.
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