Gunmans Reckoning | Page 4

Max Brand
tramp did with considerable care. He took advantage of
the lurching of the train, and every time the car jerked he forced the door to roll a little, so
that it might seem for all the world as though the motion of the train alone were operating
it.
For suppose that Donnegan wakened out of his sound sleep and observed the motion of
the door; he would be suspicious if the door opened in a single continued motion; but if it
worked in these degrees he would be hypersuspicious if he dreamed of danger. So the
tramp gave five whole minutes to that work.
When it was done he waited for a time, another five minutes, perhaps, to see if the door
would be moved back. And when it was not disturbed, but allowed to stand open, he
knew that Donnegan still slept.
It was time then for action, and Lefty Joe prepared for the descent into the home of the
enemy. Let it not be thought that he approached this moment with a fallen heart, and with
a cringing, snaky feeling as a man might be expected to feel when he approached to
murder a sleeping foeman. For that was not Lefty's emotion at all. Rather he was
overcome by a tremendous happiness. He could have sung with joy at the thought that he
was about to rid himself of this pest.
True, the gang was broken up. But it might rise again. Donnegan had fallen upon it like a
blight. But with Donnegan out of the way would not Suds come back to him instantly?
And would not Kennebec Lou himself return in admiration of a man who had done what
he, Kennebec, could not do? With those two as a nucleus, how greatly might he not
build!
Justice must be done to Lefty Joe. He approached this murder as a statesman approaches
the removal of a foe from the path of public prosperity. There was no more rancor in his
attitude. It was rather the blissful largeness of the heart that comes to the politician when
he unearths the scandal which will blight the race of his rival.
With the peaceful smile of a child, therefore, Lefty Joe lay stretched at full length along
the top of the car and made his choice of weapons. On the whole, his usual preference,
day or night, was for a revolver. Give him a gat and Lefty was at home in any company.
But he had reasons for transferring his alliance on this occasion. In the first place, a box
car which is reeling and pitching to and fro, from side to side, is not a very good shooting
platform--even for a snapshot like Lefty Joe. Also, the pitch darkness in the car would be
a further annoyance to good aim. And in the third and most decisive place, if he were to
miss his first shot he would not be extremely apt to place his second bullet. For
Donnegan had a reputation with his own revolver. Indeed, it was said that he rarely
carried the weapon, because when he did he was always tempted too strongly to use it. So
that the chances were large that Donnegan would not have the gun now. Yet if he did

have it--if he, Lefty, did miss his first shot--then the story would be brief and bitter
indeed.
On the other hand, a knife offered advantages almost too numerous to be listed. It gave
one the deadly assurance which only comes with the knowledge of an edge of steel in
one's hand. And when the knife reaches its mark it ends a battle at a stroke.
Of course these doubts and considerations pro and con went through the mind of the
tramp in about the same space of time that it requires for a dog to waken, snap at a fly,
and drowse again. Eventually, he took out his knife. It was a sheath knife which he wore
from a noose of silk around his throat, and it always lay closest to his heart. The blade of
the knife was of the finest Spanish steel, in the days when Spanish smiths knew how to
draw out steel to a streak of light; the handle of the knife was from Milan. On the whole,
it was a delicate and beautiful weapon--and it had the durable suppleness of--say--hatred
itself.
Lefty Joe, like a pirate in a tale, took this weapon between his teeth; allowed his squat,
heavy bulk to swing down and dangle at arm's length for an instant, and then he swung
himself a little and landed softly on the floor of the car.
Who has not heard snow drop from the branch upon other snow beneath? That was the
way Lefty Joe dropped to
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