"It's mighty likely Colonel Sterett acquiesces in them demands too quick; the printers is led to the thought that he's as ****** to work as a Winchester.It's hooman nature to brand as many calves as you can, an' so no one's surprised when, two weeks later, them voracious printers comes frontin' up for more.The head-printer stiffens up, an' the four others assoomes eyes of iron, same as before, an' the pow wow re-opens as follows:
"'Colonel,' says the range boss for the printers, while the others stands lookin' an' listenin' like cattle with their y'ears all for'ard, 'Colonel, the chapel's had a meetin', an' we-all has decided that you've got to make back payments at union rates for the last six months, which is when we sends back to the States for that charter.The whole throw is twelve hundred dollars, or two hundred and forty a gent.No one wants to crowd your hand, Colonel, an' if you don't jest happen to have said twelve hundred in your war-bags, we allows you one week to jump 'round an' rustle it.'
"But the Colonel turns out bad, an' shows he can protect himse'f at printin' same as he can at poker.He whirls on them sharps like a mountain lion.
"'Gents,' says the Colonel, 'you-all is up ag'inst it.I don't care none if the cathedral's had a meetin', I declines to bow to your claims.As I states before, I obtains the money to conduct this yere journal by playin' poker.Now I can't play no ex post facto poker, nor get in on any rectroactive hands, which of itse'f displays your attitoode on this o'casion as onjust.What you-all asks is refoosed.'
"'See yere, Colonel,' says the head-printer, beginnin' to arch his back like he's goin' to buck some, 'don't put on no spurs to converse with us; an' don't think to stampede us none with them Latin bluffs you makes.You either pays union rates since February, or we goes p'intin' out for a strike.'
"'Strike!' says the Colonel, an' his tones is decisive, 'strike, says you! Which if you-all will wait till I gets my coat, I'll strike with you.'
"Tharupon the entire passel, the Colonel an' them five printers, comes over to the Red Light, takes a drink on the Colonel, an'
disperses themse'fs on the strike.Of course Wolfville looks on some amazed at this yere labor movement, but declar's itse'f nootral.
"'Let every gent skin his own eel,' says Enright; 'the same bein' a fav'rite proverb back in Tennessee when I'm a yooth.This collision between Colonel Sterett an' them free an' independent printers he has in his herd is shorely what may be called a private game.Thar's no reason an' no call for the camp to be heard.What's your idea, Doc?'
"'I yoonites with you in them statements,' says Peets.'While my personal symp'thies is with Colonel Sterett in this involvement, as yet the sityooation offers no reason for the public to saddle up an'
go to ridin' 'round tharin.'
"'Don't you-all think,' says Boggs, appealin' to Enright, 'don't you reckon now if me an' Tutt an' Jack Moore, all casooal like, was to take our guns an' go cuttin' up the dust about the moccasins of them malcontent printers--merely in our private capacity, I means--it would he'p solve this yere deadlock a whole lot?' Boggs is a heap headlong that a-way, an' likin' the Colonel, nacherally he's eager to take his end.
"'Boggs,' replies Enright, an' his tones is stern to the verge of being ferocious; 'Boggs, onless you wants the law-abidin' element to hang you in hobbles, you had better hold yourse'f in more subjection.Moreover, what you proposes is childish.If you was to appear in the midst of this industr'al excitement, an' take to romancin' 'round as you su'gests, you'd chase every one of these yere printers plumb off the range.Which they'd hit a few high places in the landscape an' be gone for good.Then the Colonel never could get out that Coyote paper no more.Let the Colonel fill his hand an' play it his own way.I'll bet, an' go as far as you like, that if we-all turns our backs on this, an' don't take to pesterin'
either side, the Colonel has them parties all back in the corral ag'in inside of a week.'
"Old Man Enright is right, same as he ever is.It's about fourth drink time in the evenin' of the second day.Colonel Sterett, who's been consoomin' his licker at intervals not too long apart, is seated in the Red Light in a reelaxed mood.He's sayin' to Boggs, who has been faithful at his elbow from the first, so as to keep up his sperits, that he looks on this strike as affordin' him a much-needed rest.
