Now, in the feud (世仇) business, in all sections of the country, I have observed that in one particular there is a delicate but strict etiquette (规矩) belonging.
You must not mention the word or refer to the subject in the presence of a feudist.
It would be more reprehensible (应该谴责的) than commenting upon the mole (痣) on the chin of your rich aunt.
I found, later on, that there is another unwritten rule, but I think that belongs solely to the West.
It yet lacked two hours to supper-time; but in twenty minutes Sam and I were plunging deep into the reheated beans, hot coffee, and cold beef.
"Nothing like a good meal before a long ride," said Sam. "Eat hearty."
I had a sudden suspicion (猜疑).
"Why did you have two horses saddled?" I asked.
"One, two -- one, two," said Sam. "You can count, can't you?"
His mathematics carried with it a momentary qualm (疑虑) and a lesson.
The thought had not occurred to him that the thought could possibly occur to me not to ride at his side on that red road to revenge and justice. {1}
It was the higher calculus (计算). I was booked for the trail. I began to eat more beans.
In an hour we set forth at a steady gallop eastward. Our horses were Kentucky-bred, strengthened by the mesquite grass of the west.
Ben Tatum's steeds (马) may have been swifter, and he had a good lead;
but if he had heard the punctual thuds of the hoofs of those trailers of ours, born in the heart of feudland, he might have felt that retribution (惩罚) was creeping up on the hoof-prints of his dapper nags (马).
I knew that Ben Tatum's card to play was flight (逃亡)-- flight until he came within the safer territory of his own henchmen and supporters.
He knew that the man pursuing him would follow the trail to any end where it might lead.
During the ride Sam talked of the prospect for rain, of the price of beef, and of the musical glasses. {2}
You would have thought he had never had a brother or a sweetheart or an enemy on earth. There are some subjects too big even for the words in the "Unabridged."
Knowing this phase of the feud code, but not having practised it sufficiently, I overdid the thing by telling some slightly funny anecdotes (轶事).
Sam laughed at exactly the right place -- laughed with his mouth.
When I caught sight of his mouth, I wished I had been blessed with enough sense of humour to have suppressed those anecdotes.
Our first sight of them we had in Guthrie. Tired and hungry, we stumbled, unwashed, into a little yellow-pine hotel and sat at a table.
In the opposite corner we saw the fugitives (逃亡者). They were bent upon their meal, but looked around at times uneasily.
The girl was dressed in brown -- one of these smooth, half-shiny, silky-looking affairs with lace collar and cuffs (袖口), and what I believe they call an accordion-plaited skirt.
She wore a thick brown veil down to her nose, and a broad-brimmed straw hat with some kind of feathers adorning it.
The man wore plain, dark clothes, and his hair was trimmed (修剪) very short. He was such a man as you might see anywhere.
There they were -- the murderer and the woman he had stolen.
There we were -- the rightful avenger (复仇者), according to the code, and the supernumerary (超编人员) who writes these words.
For one time, at least, in the heart of the supernumerary there rose the killing instinct.
For one moment he joined the force of combatants -- orally.
"What are you waiting for, Sam?" I said in a whisper. "Let him have it now!"
Sam gave a melancholy (忧郁的) sigh.
"You don't understand; but he does," he said. "He knows. Mr. Tenderfoot (新来者), there's a rule out here among white men in the Nation that you can't shoot a man when he's with a woman.
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"I never knew it to be broke yet. You can't do it. You've got to get him in a gang of men or by himself. That's why.
"He knows it, too. We all know. So, that's Mr. Ben Tatum! One of the 'pretty men'! I'll cut him out of the herd (群体) before they leave the hotel, and regulate his account!"
After supper the flying pair disappeared quickly. Although Sam haunted lobby and stairway and halls half the night, in some mysterious way the fugitives eluded (躲避) him;
and in the morning the veiled lady in the brown dress with the accordion-plaited skirt and the dapper young man with the close-clipped hair, and the buckboard (平板(四轮)马车) with the prancing nags, were gone.
It is a monotonous story, that of the ride; so it shall be curtailed (简略).
Once again we overtook them on a road. We were about fifty yards behind.
They turned in the buckboard and looked at us; then drove on without whipping up their horses.
Their safety no longer lay in speed. Ben Tatum knew. He knew that the only rock of safety left to him was the code.
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There is no doubt that, had he been alone, the matter would have been settled quickly with Sam Durkee in the usual way;
but he had something at his side that kept still the trigger-finger of both. It seemed likely that he was no coward (懦夫).
So, you may perceive that woman, on occasions, may postpone instead of precipitating conflict between man and man. But not willingly or consciously. She is oblivious (不知道的) of codes.
Five miles farther, we came upon the great Western city of Chandler.
The horses of pursuers and pursued were starved and weary.
There was one hotel that offered danger to man and entertainment to beast;
so the four of us met again in the dining room at the ringing of a bell so resonant (洪亮的) and large that it had cracked the welkin (苍穹) long ago.
The dining room was not as large as the one at Guthrie.
Just as we were eating apple pie -- how Ben Davises and tragedy impinge upon each other! -- I noticed Sam looking with keen intentness at our quarry where they were seated at a table across the room.
The girl still wore the brown dress with lace collar and cuffs, and the veil drawn down to her nose.
The man bent over his plate, with his close cropped head held low.
"There's a code," I heard Sam say, either to me or to himself, "that won't let you shoot a man in the company of a woman;
"but, by thunder, there ain't one to keep you from killing a woman in the company of a man!"
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And, quicker than my mind could follow his argument, he whipped a Colt's (Colt, 柯尔特式自动手枪) automatic from under his arm and pumped six bullets into the body that the brown dress covered --
the brown dress with the lace collar and cuffs and the accordion-plaited skirt.
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The young person in the dark suit, from whose head and from whose life a woman's glory had been clipped, laid her head on her arms stretched upon the table;
while people came running to raise Ben Tatum from the floor in his feminine masquerade (乔装) that had given Sam the opportunity to set aside, technically, the obligations (束缚) of the code.
