it was not long before it became evident that the "talens" of mr. lacy bassett, as indicated by captain jim, were to grasp at a seat in the state legislature. an editorial in the "simpson's bar clarion" boldly advocated his pretensions. at first it was believed that the article emanated from the gifted pen of lacy himself, but the style was so unmistakably that of colonel starbottle, an eminent political "war-horse" of the district, that a graver truth was at once suggested, namely, that the "guardian" had simply been transferred to simpson's bar, and merged into the "clarion" solely on this condition. at least it was recognized that it was the hand of captain jim which guided the editorial fingers of the colonel, and captain jim's money that distended the pockets of that gallant political leader.

howbeit lacy bassett was never elected; in fact he was only for one brief moment a candidate. it was related that upon his first ascending the platform at simpson's bar a voice in the audience said lazily, "come down!" that voice was yuba bill's. a slight confusion ensued, in which yuba bill whispered a few words in the colonel's ear. after a moment's hesitation the "war-horse" came forward, and in his loftiest manner regretted that the candidate had withdrawn. the next issue of the "clarion" proclaimed with no uncertain sound that a base conspiracy gotten up by the former proprietor of the "guardian" to undermine the prestige of the great express company had been ruthlessly exposed, and the candidate on learning it himself for the first time, withdrew his name from the canvass, as became a high-toned gentleman. public opinion, ignoring lacy bassett completely, unhesitatingly denounced captain jim.

during this period i had paid but little heed to lacy bassett's social movements, or the successes which would naturally attend such a character with the susceptible sex. i had heard that he was engaged to polly baxter, but that they had quarrelled in consequence of his flirtations with others, especially a mrs. sweeny, a profusely ornamented but reputationless widow. captain jim had often alluded with a certain respectful pride and delicacy to polly's ardent appreciation of his friend, and had more than half hinted with the same reverential mystery to their matrimonial union later, and his intention of "doing the square thing" for the young couple. but it was presently noticed that these allusions became less frequent during lacy's amorous aberrations, and an occasional depression and unusual reticence marked captain jim's manner when the subject was discussed in his presence. he seemed to endeavor to make up for his friend's defection by a kind of personal homage to polly, and not unfrequently accompanied her to church or to singing-class. i have a vivid recollection of meeting him one afternoon crossing the fields with her, and looking into her face with that same wistful, absorbed, and uneasy canine expression that i had hitherto supposed he had reserved for lacy alone. i do not know whether polly was averse to the speechless devotion of these yearning brown eyes; her manner was animated and the pretty cheek that was nearest me mantled as i passed; but i was struck for the first time with the idea that captain jim loved her! i was surprised to have that fancy corroborated in the remark of another wayfarer whom i met, to the effect, "that now that bassett was out o' the running it looked ez if captain jim was makin' up for time!" was it possible that captain jim had always loved her? i did not at first know whether to be pained or pleased for his sake. but i concluded that whether the unworthy bassett had at last found a rival in captain jim or in the girl herself, it was a displacement that was for captain jim's welfare. but as i was about leaving gilead for a month's transfer to the san francisco office, i had no opportunity to learn more from the confidences of captain jim.

i was ascending the principal staircase of my san francisco hotel one rainy afternoon, when i was pointedly recalled to gilead by the passing glitter of mrs. sweeny's jewelry and the sudden vanishing behind her of a gentleman who seemed to be accompanying her. a few moments after i had entered my room i heard a tap at my door, and opened it upon lacy bassett. i thought he looked a little confused and agitated. nevertheless, with an assumption of cordiality and ease he said, "it appears we're neighbors. that's my room next to yours." he pointed to the next room, which i then remembered was a sitting-room en suite with my own, and communicating with it by a second door, which was always locked. it had not been occupied since my tenancy. as i suppose my face did not show any extravagant delight at the news of his contiguity, he added, hastily, "there's a transom over the door, and i thought i'd tell you you kin hear everything from the one room to the other."

i thanked him, and told him dryly that, as i had no secrets to divulge and none that i cared to hear, it made no difference to me. as this seemed to increase his confusion and he still hesitated before the door, i asked him if captain jim was with him.

"no," he said quickly. "i haven't seen him for a month, and don't want to. look here, i want to talk to you a bit about him." he walked into the room, and closed the door behind him. "i want to tell you that me and captain jim is played! all this runnin' o' me and interferin' with me is played! i'm tired of it. you kin tell him so from me."

"then you have quarrelled?"

"yes. as much as any man can quarrel with a darned fool who can't take a hint."

"one moment. have you quarrelled about polly baxter?"

"yes," he answered querulously. "of course i have. what does he mean by interfering?

"now listen to me, mr. bassett," i interrupted. "i have no desire to concern myself in your association with captain jim, but since you persist in dragging me into it, you must allow me to speak plainly. from all that i can ascertain you have no serious intentions of marrying polly baxter. you have come here from gilead to follow mrs. sweeny, whom i saw you with a moment ago. now, why do you not frankly give up miss baxter to captain jim, who will make her a good husband, and go your own way with mrs. sweeny? if you really wish to break off your connection with captain jim, that's the only way to do it."

his face, which had exhibited the weakest and most pitiable consciousness at the mention of mrs. sweeny, changed to an expression of absolute stupefaction as i concluded.

"wot stuff are you tryin' to fool me with?" he said at last roughly.

"i mean," i replied sharply, "that this double game of yours is disgraceful. your association with mrs. sweeny demands the withdrawal of any claim you have upon miss baxter at once. if you have no respect for captain jim's friendship, you must at least show common decency to her."

he burst into a half-relieved, half-hysteric laugh. "are you crazy?" gasped he. "why, captain jim's just huntin' me down to make me marry polly. that's just what the row's about. that's just what he's interferin' for—just to carry out his darned fool ideas o' gettin' a wife for me; just his vanity to say he's made the match. it's me that he wants to marry to that baxter girl—not himself. he's too cursed selfish for that."

i suppose i was not different from ordinary humanity, for in my unexpected discomfiture i despised captain jim quite as much as i did the man before me. reiterating my remark that i had no desire to mix myself further in their quarrels, i got rid of him with as little ceremony as possible. but a few minutes later, when the farcical side of the situation struck me, my irritation was somewhat mollified, without however increasing my respect for either of the actors. the whole affair had assumed a triviality that was simply amusing, nothing more, and i even looked forward to a meeting with captain jim and his exposition of the matter—which i knew would follow—with pleasurable anticipation. but i was mistaken.

one afternoon, when i was watching the slanting volleys of rain driven by a strong southwester against the windows of the hotel reading-room, i was struck by the erratic movements of a dripping figure outside that seemed to be hesitating over the entrance to the hotel. at times furtively penetrating the porch as far as the vestibule, and again shyly recoiling from it, its manner was so strongly suggestive of some timid animal that i found myself suddenly reminded of captain jim and the memorable evening of his exodus from eureka gulch. as the figure chanced to glance up to the window where i stood i saw to my astonishment that it was captain jim himself, but so changed and haggard that i scarcely knew him. i instantly ran out into the hall and vestibule, but when i reached the porch he had disappeared. either he had seen me and wished to avoid me, or he had encountered the object of his quest, which i at once concluded must be lacy bassett. i was so much impressed and worried by his appearance and manner, that, in this belief, i overcame my aversion to meeting bassett, and even sought him through the public rooms and lobbies in the hope of finding captain jim with him. but in vain; possibly he had succeeded in escaping his relentless friend.

as the wind and rain increased at nightfall and grew into a tempestuous night, with deserted streets and swollen waterways, i did not go out again, but retired early, inexplicably haunted by the changed and brooding face of captain jim. even in my dreams he pursued me in his favorite likeness of a wistful, anxious, and uneasy hound, who, on my turning to caress him familiarly, snapped at me viciously, and appeared to have suddenly developed a snarling rabid fury. i seemed to be awakened at last by the sound of his voice. for an instant i believed the delusion a part of my dream. but i was mistaken; i was lying broad awake, and the voice clearly had come from the next room, and was distinctly audible over the transom.

"i've had enough of it," he said, "and i'm givin' ye now—this night—yer last chance. quit this hotel and that woman, and go back to gilead and marry polly. don't do it and i'll kill ye, ez sure ez you sit there gapin' in that chair. if i can't get ye to fight me like a man,—and i'll spit in yer face or put some insult onto you afore that woman, afore everybody, ez would make a bigger skunk nor you turn,—i'll hunt ye down and kill ye in your tracks."

there was a querulous murmur of interruption in lacy's voice, but whether of defiance or appeal i could not distinguish. captain jim's voice again rose, dogged and distinct.

"ef you kill me it's all the same, and i don't say that i won't thank ye. this yer world is too crowded for yer and me, lacy bassett. i've believed in ye, trusted in ye, lied for ye, and fought for ye. from the time i took ye up—a feller-passenger to 'fresco—believin' there wor the makin's of a man in ye, to now, you fooled me,—fooled me afore the eureka boys; fooled me afore gilead; fooled me afore her; fooled me afore god! it's got to end here. ye've got to take the curse of that foolishness off o' me! you've got to do one single thing that's like the man i took ye for, or you've got to die. times waz when i'd have wished it for your account—that's gone, lacy bassett! you've got to do it for me. you've got to do it so i don't see 'd—d fool' writ in the eyes of every man ez looks at me."

he had apparently risen and walked towards the door. his voice sounded from another part of the room.

"i'll give ye till to-morrow mornin' to do suthin' to lift this curse off o' me. ef you refoose, then, by the living god, i'll slap yer face in the dinin'-room, or in the office afore them all! you hear me!"

there was a pause, and then a quick sharp explosion that seemed to fill and expand both rooms until the windows were almost lifted from their casements, a hysterical inarticulate cry from lacy, the violent opening of a door, hurried voices, and the tramping of many feet in the passage. i sprang out of bed, partly dressed myself, and ran into the hall. but by that time i found a crowd of guests and servants around the next door, some grasping bassett, who was white and trembling, and others kneeling by captain jim, who was half lying in the doorway against the wall.

"he heard it all," bassett gasped hysterically, pointing to me. "he knows that this man wanted to kill me."

before i could reply, captain jim partly raised himself with a convulsive effort. wiping away the blood that, oozing from his lips, already showed the desperate character of his internal wound, he said in a husky and hurried voice: "it's all right, boys! it's my fault. it was me who done it. i went for him in a mean underhanded way jest now, when he hadn't a weppin nor any show to defend himself. we gripped. he got a holt o' my derringer—you see that's my pistol there, i swear it—and turned it agin me in self-defense, and sarved me right. i swear to god, gentlemen, it's so!" catching sight of my face, he looked at me, i fancied half imploringly and half triumphantly, and added, "i might hev knowed it! i allers allowed lacy bassett was game!—game, gentlemen—and he was. if it's my last word, i say it—he was game!"

and with this devoted falsehood upon his lips and something of the old canine instinct in his failing heart, as his head sank back he seemed to turn it towards bassett, as if to stretch himself out at his feet. then the light failed from his yearning upward glance, and the curse of foolishness was lifted from him forever.

so conclusive were the facts, that the coroner's jury did not deem it necessary to detain mr. bassett for a single moment after the inquest. but he returned to gilead, married polly baxter, and probably on the strength of having "killed his man," was unopposed on the platform next year, and triumphantly elected to the legislature!