It appeared that Mr. Wiles, who had quitted Gashwiler's presence as Dobbs was announced, had other business in the hotel, and in pursuance of it had knocked at room No. 90. In response to the gruff voice that bade him enter, Mr. Wiles opened the door, and espied the figure of a tall, muscular, fiery-bearded man extended on the bed, with the bedclothes carefully tucked under his chin, and his arms lying flat by his side.
Mr. Wiles beamed with his right cheek, and advanced to the bed as if to take the hand of the stranger, who, however, neither by word or sign responded to his salutation.
"Perhaps I'm intruding?" said Mr. Wiles blandly.
"Perhaps you are," said Red Beard dryly.
Mr. Wiles forced a smile on his right cheek, which he turned to the smiter, but permitted the left to indulge in unlimited malevolence.
"I wanted merely to know if you have looked into that matter?" he said meekly.
"I've looked into it and round it and across it and over it and through it," responded the man gravely, with his eyes fixed on Wiles.
"And you have perused all the papers?" continued Mr. Wiles.
"I've read every paper, every speech, every affidavit, every decision, every argument," said the stranger as if repeating a formula.
Mr. Wiles attempted to conceal his embarrassment by an easy, right-handed smile, that went off sardonically on the left, and continued: "Then I hope, my dear sir, that, having thoroughly mastered the case, you are inclined to be favorable to us?"
The gentleman in the bed did not reply, but apparently nestled more closely beneath the coverlids.
"I have brought the shares I spoke of," continued Mr. Wiles, insinuatingly.
"Hev you a friend within call?" interrupted the recumbent man gently.
"I don't quite understand!" smiled Mr. Wiles. "Of course any name you might suggest--"
"Hev you a friend, any chap that you might waltz in here at a moment's call?" continued the man in bed. "No? Do you know any of them waiters in the house? Thar's a bell over yan!" and he motioned with his eyes towards the wall, but did not otherwise move his body.
"No," said Wiles, becoming slightly suspicious and wrathful.
"Mebbe a stranger might do? I reckon thar's one passin' in the hall. Call him in,--he'll do!"
Wiles opened the door a little impatiently, yet inquisitively, as Dobbs passed. The man in bed called out, "Oh, stranger!" and, as Dobbs stopped, said, "Come yar."
Dobbs entered a little timidly, as was his habit with strangers.
"I don't know who you be--nor care, I reckon," said the stranger.
"This yer man"--pointing to Wiles--is Wiles. I'm Josh Sibblee of Fresno, Member of Congress from the 4th Congressional District of Californy. I'm jist lying here, with a derringer into each hand,--jist lying here kivered up and holdin' in on'y to keep from blowin' the top o' this d----d skunk's head off. I kinder feel I can't hold in any longer. What I want to say to ye, stranger, is that this yer skunk--which his name is Wiles--hez bin tryin' his d--dest to get a bribe onto Josh, and Josh, outo respect for his constituents, is jist waitin' for some stranger to waltz in and stop the d--dest fight--"
"But, my dear Mr. Sibblee, there must be some mistake," said Wiles earnestly.
"Mistake? Strip me!"
"No! No!" said Wiles, hurriedly, as the simple-minded Dobbs was about to draw down the coverlid.
"Take him away," said the Hon. Mr. Sibblee, "before I disgrace my constituency. They said I'd be in jail afore I get through the session. Ef you've got any humanity, stranger, snake him out, and pow'ful quick, too."
Dobbs, quite white and aghast, looked at Wiles and hesitated.
There was a slight movement in the bed. Both men started for the door; and the next minute it closed very decidedly on the member from Fresno.
