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It was one of the greatest comedies Lindsey had ever known. Given a cue,or a wink, the manly youths who had smelled of tobacco and drink for threedays could be as merry as schoolgirls, and the view of them piling on withthe stevedores over there on the taxicab in a chain had the comicgroup[Pg 137] actively giggling from the front door. The steward and anotherhelped them swing two long tables end to end to form a temporary bar,and then the huge boys, lifting the ends, shoved Lindsey off the tabletop, so that he rolled in a shower of glasses and liquors, and fellflat upon the floor at his feet.
One of the boys, not knowing what was the matter, started to jumpupon him; another grabbed him and spread him down. Then he sat up andcried out: "Say, what the hell is the idea? What do you think this iss---ooh! Look out, George! Look out, Larry! Oh! My foot!" and he tried to scrambleback on to his legs, but the steward jumped down beside him and helped himscramble across [Pg 143] the floor and over to his table.
"It's all right, son," he called out. "You were struck on your head by aglass. Perhaps you're not very much acquainted with our laws downhere, but it's all right. They've got to you. You can get up now."
There were lots of men like that in Cochran's father's days. He hadbeen a railway fireman in Texas, remembered by his freightliners in a lusty sing of the "Lone Star State," and when therailway lost him, Ben resumed his previous occupation as a cowpoke inthe black par[Pg 144] pen of the high plains, finding plenty of time for extra-currencies. He hadfashioned himself into a school-master and primer, and by the standards of his day had a finished education. He could talk English, write a first-class store-account and read and write both languages. d2c66b5586