The Headless Horseman Part 28

Indeed, it is owing to the cheap accommodation thus afforded--often of the most convenient kind--that the latter can scarce be said to exist.

Even in the larger cities of the Atlantic states the "club" is by no means a necessity. The moderate charges of the hotels, along with their excellent _cuisine_ and elegant accommodations, circ.u.mscribe the prosperity of this inst.i.tution; which in America is, and ever must be, an unhealthy exotic.

The remark is still more true of the Southern and South-western cities; where the "saloon" and "bar-room" are the chief places of resort and rendezvous.

The company, too, is there of a more miscellaneous character. The proud planter does not disdain--for he does not dare--to drink in the same room with the "poor white trash;" often as proud as himself.

There is no _peasant_ in that part of the world--least of all in the state called Texas; and in the saloon of "Rough and Ready" might often be seen a.s.sembled representatives of every cla.s.s and calling to be met with among the settlements.

Perhaps not upon any occasion since "Old Duffer" had hung out the sign of his tavern, was he favoured with a larger company, or served more customers across his counter, than upon that night, after the return of the horse-hunting party to Fort Inge.

With the exception of the ladies, almost every one who had taken part in the expedition seemed to think that a half-hour spent at the "Rough and Ready" was necessary as a "nightcap" before retiring to rest; and as the Dutch clock, quaintly ticking among the coloured decanters, indicated the hour of eleven, one after another--officers of the Fort--planters living near along the river--Sutlers--commissariat contractors--"sportsmen"--and others who might be called nondescripts-- came dropping in; each as he entered marching straight up to the counter, calling for his favourite drink, and then falling back to converse with some group already occupying the floor.

One of these groups was conspicuous. It consisted of some eight or ten individuals, half of them in uniform. Among the latter were the three officers already introduced; the captain of infantry, and the two lieutenants--Hanc.o.c.k of the dragoons, and Crossman of the mounted rifles.

Along with these was an officer older than any of them, also higher in authority, as could be told by the embroidery on his shoulder-strap, that proclaimed him of the rank of major. As he was the only "field officer" at Fort Inge, it is unnecessary to say he was the commandant of the cantonment.

These gentlemen were conversing as freely as if all were subalterns of equal rank--the subject of the discourse being the incidents of the day.

"Now tell us, major!" said Hanc.o.c.k: "you must know. Where did the girl gallop to?"

"How should I know?" answered the officer appealed to. "Ask her cousin, Mr Ca.s.sius Calhoun."

"We have asked him, but without getting any satisfaction. It's clear he knows no more than we. He only met them on the return--and not very far from the place where we had our bivouac. They were gone a precious long time; and judging by the sweat of their horses they must have had a hard ride of it. They might have been to the Rio Grande, for that matter, and beyond it."

"Did you notice Calhoun as he came back?" inquired the captain of infantry. "There was a scowl upon his face that betokened some very unpleasant emotion within his mind, I should say."

"He did look rather unhappy," replied the major; "but surely, Captain Sloman, you don't attribute it to--?"

"Jealousy. I do, and nothing else."

"What! of Maurice the mustanger? Poh--poh! impossible--at least, very improbable."

"And why, major?"

"My dear Sloman, Louise Poindexter is a lady, and Maurice Gerald--"

"May be a gentleman for aught that is known to the contrary."

"Pshaw!" scornfully exclaimed Crossman; "a trader in horses! The major is right--the thing's improbable--impossible."

"Ah, gentlemen!" pursued the officer of infantry, with a significant shake of the head. "You don't know Miss Poindexter, so well as I. An eccentric young lady--to say the least of her. You may have already observed that for yourselves."

"Come, come, Sloman!" said the major, in a bantering way; "you are inclined to be talking scandal, I fear. That would be a scandal.

Perhaps you are yourself interested in Miss Poindexter, notwithstanding your pretensions to be considered a Joseph? Now, I could understand your being jealous if it were handsome Hanc.o.c.k here, or Crossman-- supposing him to be disengaged. But as for a common mustanger--poh-- poh!"

"He's an Irishman, major, this mustanger; and if he be what I have some reason to suspect--"

"Whatever he be," interrupted the major, casting a side glance towards the door, "he's there to answer for himself; and as he's a sufficiently plain-spoken fellow, you may learn from him all about the matter that seems to be of so much interest to you."

"I don't think you will," muttered Sloman, as Hanc.o.c.k and two or three others turned towards the new-comer, with the design of carrying out the major's suggestion.

Silently advancing across the sanded floor, the mustanger had taken his stand at an unoccupied s.p.a.ce in front of the counter.

"A gla.s.s of whisky and water, if you please?" was the modest request with which to saluted the landlord.

"Visky und vachter!" echoed the latter, without any show of eagerness to wait upon his new guest. "Ya, woe, visky und vachter! It ish two picayunsh the gla.s.s."

"I was not inquiring the price," replied the mustanger, "I asked to be served with a gla.s.s of whisky and water. Have you got any?"

"Yesh--yesh," responded the German, rendered obsequious by the sharp rejoinder. "Plenty--plenty of visky und vachter. Here it ish."

While his simple potation was being served out to him, Maurice received nods of recognition from the officers, returning them with a free, but modest air. Most of them knew him personally, on account of his business relations with the Fort.

They were on the eve of interrogating him--as the major had suggested-- when the entrance of still another individual caused them to suspend their design.

The new-comer was Ca.s.sius Calhoun. In his presence it would scarce have been delicacy to investigate the subject any further.

Advancing with his customary swagger towards the mixed group of military men and civilians, Calhoun saluted them as one who had spent the day in their company, and had been absent only for a short interval. If not absolutely intoxicated, it could be seen that the ex-officer of volunteers was under the influence of drink. The unsteady sparkle of his eyes, the unnatural pallor upon his forehead--still further clouded by two or three tossed tresses that fell over it--with the somewhat grotesque set of his forage cap--told that he had been taking one beyond the limits of wisdom.

"Come, gentlemen!" cried he, addressing himself to the major's party, at the same time stepping up to the counter; "let's. .h.i.t the waggon a crack, or old Dunder-und-blitzen behind the bar will say we're wasting his lights. Drinks all round. What say you?"

"Agreed--agreed!" replied several voices.

"You, major?"

"With pleasure, Captain Calhoun."

According to universal custom, the intended imbibers fell into line along the counter, each calling out the name of the drink most to his liking at the moment.

Of these were ordered almost as many kinds as there were individuals in the party; Calhoun himself shouting out--"Brown sherry for me;" and immediately adding--"with a dash of bitters."

"Prandy und pitters, you calls for, Mishter Calhoun?" said the landlord, as he leant obsequiously across the counter towards the reputed partner of an extensive estate.

"Certainly, you stupid Dutchman! I said brown sherry, didn't I?"

"All rights, mein herr; all rights! Prandy und pitters--prandy und pitters," repeated the German Boniface, as he hastened to place the decanter before his ill-mannered guest.

With the large accession of the major's party, to several others already in the act of imbibing, the whole front of the long counter became occupied--with scarce an inch to spare.

Apparently by accident--though it may have been design on the part of Calhoun--he was the outermost man on the extreme right of those who had responded to his invitation.

This brought him in juxtaposition with Maurice Gerald, who alone--as regarded boon companionship--was quietly drinking his whisky and water, and smoking a cigar he had just lighted.

The two were back to back--neither having taken any notice of the other.

"A toast!" cried Calhoun, taking his gla.s.s from the counter.

"Let us have it!" responded several voices.