Frank Merriwell's Backers; Or, The Pride of His Friends
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CHAPTER X.
MERRIWELL'S METHOD.
It was not easy for such men to understand Frank Merriwell. Hop Ansonwas as much astonished as was Jim Tracy. He entered the cabin at Frank'scommand, and Merriwell proceeded to wash and examine the wound.
"You'll have to lose two fingers and part of another one," saidMerriwell. "I can do the job for you right here, if you say so. Or I'llpatch them up, stop the bleeding, and let you get to a regularsaw-bones."
"You go ahead," said Anson.
So Frank opened a trunk which sat behind a curtain in one corner of theroom, bringing out a case, which, on being opened, revealed a completeset of surgical instruments. These he spread out on the rough table, andsoon he was ready to operate on Hop Anson's mangled hand.
Jim Tracy, his hands on his hips and his feet rather wide apart, stoodlooking on in silence.
Frank spent the greater part of an hour about his task, impressing Tracyas an assistant, and when he had finished two of the ruffian's fingersand a part of the third were gone, but the amputation and dressing hadbeen done in a manner that was anything but bungling. Frank had been ascareful as possible to preserve cleanliness about his work.
"Well, you're certain a wonder!" exclaimed Tracy admiringly. "But youmakes a big mistake in wastin' so much trouble on a dog like this."
Anson did not retort, save with a sullen flash of his treacherous eyesin the direction of the foreman.
"Permit me to know my business, Tracy," said Merry shortly. "You may gonow, Anson."
"What? You're not going to let him go where he likes?"
"Yes."
So Hop Anson walked out of the cabin, picked up his rifle, anddisappeared.
"I don't want to criticise you, Mr. Merriwell," said the foreman. "Youknow I am devoted to your interests. But I feel confident that you willbe very sorry you treated that man in such a decent way and then let himoff. He's a snake. I still believe he crept up to the door to shoot youin the back."
"Perhaps he did," nodded Frank, cleansing his instruments with theutmost coolness. "If so, he got the worst of it."
"But would you let him off like that if you knew it was so?"
"No. He swore it was not. I had no proof, so I let him go."
"You're altogether too easy with your enemies," asserted Tracy. "Justyou turn them over to me. I'll take care of them, and they'll neverbother you again, be right sure of that."
"I'll think about it," smiled Frank, returning the instruments to thecase.
"You came mighty near being killed by that greaser because you were easywith him."
"And my life was saved by Big Monte because I had been easy with him.That balances things, I fancy. In fact, for me, it more than balancesthings. I'd rather let a dozen bad men escape punishment than strike onewho is innocent."
"But neither Big Monte nor Pinto Pede was innocent."
"And Pinto Pede provided a subject with which to start a graveyard here.Big Monte seemed repentant. Pede would have knifed me, but Monte shothim just as he was ready to strike."
"Well, where's Big Monte now?"
"I don't know," confessed Frank.
"He skipped out."
"Sure thing. He took a walk the first chance he got."
"And it's certain he's gone back to his pals. When they strike at youag'in, if they do, Monte will be with 'em."
"All right. Perhaps he has an idea he'll be fighting fair that way."
"And he may kill you yet."
"Possibly."
"Well," said Tracy, "I must admit that I don't understand you nonewhatever! Hop Anson left his work, got a rifle and came sneakin' up toyour door. You shoots him in the hand, then doctors him and lets him go.That's right peculiar. But I have him to deal with somewhat, and Ipropose to deal. If you hear before night that Hop has hopped the dividedon't be any surprised."
Tracy seemed about to depart.
"Look here," said Frank, "before you go, I have some things to say.Unless Hop Anson gives you good and sufficient cause, you are not tolift your hand against him. I don't want any shooting to get startedhere at the mine. I want these men to dwell together peaceably. Thefirst shooting is likely to lead to other work in the same line."
"You're too much against such things," said Tracy; "and still I noticeyou don't hesitate any whatever to use a gun at times."
"When forced to it; never at any other time. I am decidedly against it.It would be dead easy to start an affair here that would lead todisturbances that might get the men to quarreling. That would put themen in condition to revolt, and an assault upon the mine would find usweakened. I trust you, Tracy, to be careful about this matter. Muchdepends on you. You have proved satisfactory in every way."
"Thankee," said the foreman, somewhat awkwardly. "I've tried to do mybest, sir."
"That is all I ask of any man. That is all any man can do. You shouldunderstand why I wish no disturbance. But, at the same time, let mewarn you to watch Hop Anson closely--for your own benefit. If you haveto do any shooting, well and good."
"I think I understand," said Tracy, as he walked out. At the door hepaused and half-turned, as if to say something more. Already Frank wasfacing the little mirror on the wall, ready to resume his shaving. Hestood exactly as he had stood when he shot at Anson, and his revolverlay on the shelf beneath the mirror.
Tracy went on.