CHAPTER XXIII.
BOXER CREATES A STIR.
When Frank and Bart came out of the hotel, with Boxer at their heels,they found a group of men on the steps engaged in earnest discussion.Immediately, on sight of the two young men and the dog, the babel ofvoices fell to a hush and the men all squared about and stared. ButMerry immediately noticed that it was not at Bart or himself that theywere staring, but at Boxer. The dog seemed to observe this, likewise,for he stopped short, with one paw uplifted, surveyed the men, andFrank, who was a clever ventriloquist, made the animal apparently say:
"Say, Frank, what do you suppose the ginnies are gawking at?"
"Mother av Moses!" cried an Irishman in the group. "Oi swear be all thesaints the baste did spake!"
"Yah! yah!" chattered a pig-tailed Chinaman by the name of Sing Lee, whoran a laundry in town. "Dogee talkee allee samee likee Chinyman."
"Go on, you rat-eater!" contemptuously exclaimed the dog. "If I couldn'ttalk better than you I'd go drown myself!"
Needless to say this brought the excitement of the crowd to a highpitch.
Benchy and Spikes were on hand, and now the former appealed to Frank.
"Is that your dog?" he asked.
"Well, I lay claim to him," smiled Merry.
"He--he--can he talk?"
"Didn't you hear him?"
"Yes, but----"
"Well, what better evidence do you want than your own ears?"
"That's enough; but Schlitzenheimer called me names and said I wastrying to put up a joke on him because I told him I heard the dog talk."
"Who's Schlitzenheimer?"
"He runs the saloon down the street right in front of which your dogwhipped those other dogs what jumped on him. He's a black-headedDutchman. Come on down and show him the dog."
"Come on!" cried others.
Merry didn't mind the lark, but he now turned to the dog, with a veryserious expression on his face, saying:
"How about it, Boxer? I believe you told me you hold an antipathyagainst Dutchmen. Will you go down to Schlitzenheimer's with me?"
The dog seemed to hesitate, and then he answered:
"Oh, I don't care; go ahead. I'm not stuck on Dutchmen, but I'll teachthis one a lesson."
"All right," said Merry. "Come on."
Benchy triumphantly led the way, being followed by Frank and Bart andthe dog, with the crowd at the heels of them. The Irishman wasprotesting his wonderment, while the Chinaman chattered excitedly.
Within the hotel a man had been watching and listening. He was abewhiskered ruffian, and he strode forth and followed the crowd to theDutchman's saloon. Cimarron Bill watched his tool depart, smiling darklyand muttering to himself:
"Good-by, Bob! You're going up against a hard proposition in FrankMerriwell, and it's not likely you'll call to collect that little sum ofmoney from me. All the same, I hope you get in a shot, for you shootstraight, and you may make a round sum for my pocket, as I'll compel theold lady to lay down the cash. I'll be able to scare her into it bythreatening to tell the whole story and bring her into the game as anaccomplice. That will yank her around to her feet in short order, Iopine."
For all of Bill's reputation as a "killer," he was willing to let thispiece of work over to the attention of another.
So Gentle Bob followed Merriwell, an evil purpose in his black heart,nor knew that his employer believed and half-hoped he might be going tohis own end.
Benchy burst into the saloon, uttering a cry of triumph.
"Here comes the dog!" he said. "Now I have you, you old duffer! You'llfind out he can talk."
Schlitzenheimer stared at the door, through which the crowd followedFrank, and Bart, and the dog.
"Vos dot der tog?" he said.
"Do you take me for a monkey, you lobster-faced frankfurter?" saucilydemanded the dog.
"Hey?" squawked the saloon-keeper, turning purple. "Vot id vos? Dit Ihear correctness?"
"Be careful, Boxer," said Frank reprovingly. "Don't be so free with yourlip. You may offend the gentleman."
"Gentleman!" exclaimed the setter, in a tone of profound contempt. "Doyou call that sourkraut-barrel a gentleman? I'm surprised at you,Frank!"
At this there was a burst of laughter, and Schlitzenheimer turned as redas he had been pale a moment before.
"Vot vor did dot tog vanted to insult me?" he exclaimed indignantly. "Idit not someding to him do!"
"Boxer, I'm surprised!" cried Frank. "You will get me into trouble withyour careless language. I insist that you apologize immediately to thegentleman. I insist, sir!"
"Oh, very well," said the dog; "if you insist, I'll apologize. I wasjoking, anyway."
"And I add my own apology, Mr. Schlitzenheimer," said Merry. "I hopethis will be sufficient?"
"Oh, yah, dot peen all righdt," said the Dutchman at once. "But pydunder! der tickens id does peat to heard a tog dalking!"
"It's a good one on you, Fritz!" cried Benchy triumphantly. "Rememberyour agreement! You're stuck!"
"Vale, I will stood py dot agreements," said the saloon-keeper, ratherreluctantly, "efen if in pusiness id does preak me up. Und I vill sdanttreat der crowdt vor. Sdep up, eferpody, und your trink name."
"That's the talk!" cried the dog. "You're not such a bad fellow,Schlitzy."
Schlitzenheimer leaned on the bar with both hands and looked over atBoxer.
"Vot will you haf yourseluf?" he asked.
"Excuse me," said the setter; "I'm on the water-wagon. Go ahead,gentlemen, and don't mind me."
So they lined up in front of the bar, expressing their amazement overthe accomplishment of the dog and burdening Merriwell with questions,all of which Frank cheerfully answered or skilfully evaded.
Boxer had been lifted and placed on one end of the bar, where heimmediately sat, surveying the line of men with his clear, intelligenteyes.
"Hello, Mike!" he called to the Irishman. "When did you leave the OldDart?"
"It's goin' on three year now," answered the son of the Old Sod civilly;"and me name's not Moike--it's Pat."
The dog seemed to wink shrewdly.
"It's all the same," he declared; "Mike or Pat makes no difference, aslong as your last name is Murphy."
"But me last name's not Murphy at all, at all--it's O'Grady, av yezplaze."
"Thanks," snickered the dog. "I have it down pat now. It's a way I haveof finding out a man's name when no one takes the trouble to introducehim. Drink hearty, Pat; the whisky'll add to the beautiful tint of yournose."
"Begorra! it's a divvil the crayther is!" muttered Pat, nudging hisnearest neighbor.
"Ah, there, Chink!" called the setter, seeming to get his eye on theChinaman, who was staring open-mouthed. "How's the washee-washeebusiness?"
"Oh, velly good, velly good!" answered the Celestial hurriedly, backingoff a little, his face yellowish white.
"Vele," said Schlitzenheimer, holding up a glass of beer; "here vos goothealth to der smardest tog vot effer vos."
"Drink hearty," said Boxer; and, with the exception of Frank and Bart,all swallowed their drinks. Not wishing anything to drink, and stilldesiring to join in so that the saloon-keeper might not be offended,Frank and Bart had taken cigars, which they slipped into their pockets.
"Dot tog peen der vonder der vorld uf," said Schlitzenheimer, gazingadmiringly at Boxer. "Vot vill you soldt him vor?"
"There's not enough money in Arizona to buy him from me," answered Frankat once.
"You know a good thing when you see it," chuckled the dog.
"Vos there anything exception talk vot he can do?" asked Fritz.
"Lots of things," answered Merry. "He can play cards."
"Beenuckle?" asked the Dutchman.
"You bet! He's a dabster at pinocle."
"Easy, Merry!" cautioned the setter, in a whisper. "If you want to skinthe old bologna-sausage out of his shekels, don't puff me up. I can'tbeat him at his own game."
"Vale, I pet den tollars you can't dot do!" cried Schlitzenheimer
. "Inefer vould acknowledgment dot a tog could peat me!"
Frank sternly turned on Boxer.
"What do you mean by getting me into such a scrape?" he demanded,shaking his finger at the setter. "You know I never gamble, and I willnot bet on a game of cards. If you make any more such foolish talk, I'llnot let you play at all."
The dog hung his head and looked quite ashamed.
"Beg pardon," he whined softly. "I was joking again!"
"I'll blay der fun uf him vor," said Schlitzenheimer. "Id vill peen acreat jokes to said I had a came uf beenuckle blayed mit a tog. Comeon."
He hurried out from behind the bar.
"Begorra! Oi'd loike to take a hand in this!" cried Pat O'Grady, as asquare table was drawn out and the cards produced. "It's a shlick gameav peenockle Oi play."
"But three-handed----" said Frank.
"Be afther makin' the fourth yesilf."
"I have to hold the cards for Boxer, he having no hands of his own,"explained Merry.
Then it was that Gentle Bob stepped forward, saying, in a very quietvoice and polite manner, that he would be pleased to enter the game.
Now, with the exception of Frank and Bart, all knew that Bob was a verybad man to offend, and so they were willing enough that he should play,and it was soon arranged.
Frank was keen enough to see in what manner the ruffianly looking fellowwith the quiet voice was regarded, and, as he was not in Holbrook insearch of a quarrel, he raised no dissent. However, he gave Hodge a lookthat Bart understood, and the silent youth nodded. From that moment Bartwatched Gentle Bob closely.
The crowd drew about the table, eager to witness a game of cards inwhich a dog took part.
Merry sat on a short bench, with Boxer at his side. The cards were cut,and the deal fell to Schlitzenheimer.
"Be careful, Dutchy," advised Boxer. "We're watching you, and you'dbetter not try any slick tricks."
"Eferything on der lefel shall pe," assured the saloon-keeper, pullingat his long pipe.
O'Grady was likewise smoking, and his pipe contrasted ludicrously withthat of Schlitzenheimer.
When the cards were dealt, it fell the dog's turn to meld first. Frankspread out the cards and held them in front of Boxer's nose.
"I will meld one hundred aces," said the dog. "Put 'em down, Frank."
Merry did so.
"Sixty queens," called Boxer, and Merry spread them out.
"Lally ka lolly loka!" chattered Sing Lee, or something like that;whereupon Boxer seemed to fix the Chinaman with a scornful stare, andobserved:
"You ought to take something for that. It must be painful."
"Gleatee Sklot!" gasped the Celestial. "Dogee hab a debbil!" And hebacked away.
"That's right," said Boxer. "I like you a long distance off, the longerthe distance the better I like you."
"Pay attention to the game," said Frank. "Are you going to meld anythingelse?"
"Forty trumps, twenty spades, and twenty hearts," said Boxer.
"Dunder!" muttered Schlitzenheimer, and his hands trembled so that hedropped some of the cards.
"Get a basket," snickered the dog; and the crowd laughed loudly at thesaloon-keeper's expense.
When all the melding was finished they prepared to play.
"I'll lead the ace of trumps," said Boxer.
Frank ran the cards over.
"It's here," he said. "But I didn't see it."
"What's the matter with your eyes?" snapped the dog. "Didn't I meld onehundred aces? You ought to learn something about this game!"
"I seldom play cards," said Merry apologetically.
"Well, you want to keep your eyes open!" exclaimed Boxer sharply. "Thesechaps may try to skin us."
At this Gentle Bob looked up and said:
"I do not mind a little faking none whatever, but I sure objects tobeing called a skin, either by a dog or his master, so I opine it willbe best for somebody to apologize."
And, as he made this remark, he suddenly whipped forth a pistol, withwhich he covered both Frank and the dog, but held the weapon more inMerry's direction.
Cimarron Bill's tool had found the opportunity he sought, and he meantto make the most of it.
Merry saw in the fellow's eyes the full extent of his evil purpose.
"If the apology is not forthcoming instanter," murmured the ruffian, "Ishall puncture the wonderful talking dog with a bullet!"
Now, it seemed that Bob had Frank at a great disadvantage, but at thispoint Bart Hodge shoved the muzzle of a pistol against the fellow's earand harshly commanded:
"Put up that gun--instanter! If you don't I'll blow the whole top ofyour head off!"
But Bart had made a miscalculation, for Gentle Bob had not come alone tothe saloon, having noted well that Frank Merriwell had a friend. He hadpicked up a chap of his own sort, and now this fellow had a gun atBart's head.
"You're the one who'll lose the ruff o' his head!" he said. "You put upyour gun!"
Gentle Bob still sat pistol in hand, but Boxer had taken advantage of anopportunity to drop down from the bench to the floor.
Of a sudden there came a wild yell from Bob, who kicked out with hisfeet and flung himself backward, his pistol being discharged straight upat the ceiling.
Boxer had seized him by the leg beneath the table.
Instantly there was a fearful uproar in the saloon. The action of thedog had disconcerted the plans of every one. Hodge ducked and whirled,catching the ruffian at his back a fearful blow on the solar plexus thatdrove him slam against the bar, and he went down and "out."
Merry went across the table in a leap at Gentle Bob, from whom he torethe revolver that the fellow was trying to use on Boxer.
"Let up, boy," said Frank to the dog. "I'll attend to his case."
Boxer seemed reluctant to let go, but he did so at the second command.
Merriwell pinned Bob down and deftly disarmed him, removing everyweapon, which he passed over to Schlitzenheimer.
"Take care of these tools, sir," he said, "until I leave town. It willsave this fellow's life--perhaps."
"Und dot vill peen a pity!" muttered the saloon-keeper, who had no lovefor the ruffian, but held him in great awe.
Having disarmed Bob, Merry rose and commanded him to get up. The fellowrose immediately and sprang at Frank, trying to strike him.
Boxer would have mingled in, but Bart held him in check, saying:
"Keep out of it. Frank can attend to that case now without any of youraid."
Hodge was not mistaken, as Merriwell quickly demonstrated. He avoidedthe blows of the ruffian and quickly knocked him down. Bob rose, only tobe struck in the eye and sent to the floor again. Four times thishappened, and then Merry picked the wretch up, carried him bodily to thedoor, and kicked him into the street, observing:
"If you come back here or bother me again, I'll send you to the hospitalfor a month!"
And the dog barked with great satisfaction.