A BOY. Same to you, Blanco. [Laughter].
BLANCO. And many of them. Boys: this is a rotten world.
ANOTHER BOY. Lord have mercy on us, miserable sinners. [More laughter].
BLANCO [Forcibly] No: thats where youre wrong. Dont flatter yourselves
that youre miserable sinners. Am I a miserable sinner? No: I'm a fraud
and a failure. I started in to be a bad man like the rest of you. You
all started in to be bad men or you wouldn't be in this jumped-up,
jerked-off, hospital-turned-out camp that calls itself a town. I took
the broad path because I thought I was a man and not a snivelling
canting turning-the-other-cheek apprentice angel serving his time in a
vale of tears. They talked Christianity to us on Sundays; but when they
really meant business they told us never to take a blow without giving
it back, and to get dollars. When they talked the golden rule to me,
I just looked at them as if they werent there, and spat. But when they
told me to try to live my life so that I could always look my fellowman
straight in the eye and tell him to go to hell, that fetched me.
THE BOYS. Quite right. Good. Bully for you, Blanco, old son. Right good
sense too. Aha-a-ah!
BLANCO. Yes; but whats come of it all? Am I a real bad man? a man of
game and grit? a man that does what he likes and goes over or through
other people to his own gain? or am I a snivelling cry-baby that let a
horse his life depended on be took from him by a woman, and then sat on
the grass looking at the rainbow and let himself be took like a hare in
a trap by Strapper Kemp: a lad whose back I or any grown man here could
break against his knee? I'm a rottener fraud and failure than the Elder
here. And youre all as rotten as me, or youd have lynched me.
A BOY. Anything to oblige you, Blanco.
ANOTHER. We can do it yet if you feel really bad about it.
BLANCO. No: the devil's gone out of you. We're all frauds. Theres none
of us real good and none of us real bad.
ELDER DANIELS. There is One above, Blanco.
BLANCO. What do you know about Him? you that always talk as if He never
did anything without asking your rotten leave first? Why did the child
die? Tell me that if you can. He cant have wanted to kill the child. Why
did He make me go soft on the child if He was going hard on it Himself?
Why should He go hard on the innocent kid and go soft on a rotten thing
like me? Why did I go soft myself? Why did the Sheriff go soft? Why did
Feemy go soft? Whats this game that upsets our game? For seems to me
theres two games bein played. Our game is a rotten game that makes me
feel I'm dirt and that youre all as rotten dirt as me. T'other game
may be a silly game; but it aint rotten. When the Sheriff played it he
stopped being rotten. When Feemy played it the paint nearly dropped off
her face. When I played it I cursed myself for a fool; but I lost the
rotten feel all the same.
ELDER DANIELS. It was the Lord speaking to your soul, Blanco.
BLANCO. Oh yes: you know all about the Lord, don't you? Youre in the
Lord's confidence. He wouldn't for the world do anything to shock you,
would He, Boozy dear? Yah! What about the croup? It was early days when
He made the croup, I guess. It was the best He could think of then; but
when it turned out wrong on His hands He made you and me to fight the
croup for him. You bet He didn't make us for nothing; and He wouldn't
have made us at all if He could have done His work without us. By
Gum, that must be what we're for! He'd never have made us to be rotten
drunken blackguards like me, and good-for-nothing rips like Feemy. He
made me because He had a job for me. He let me run loose til the job was
ready; and then I had to come along and do it, hanging or no hanging.
And I tell you it didn't feel rotten: it felt bully, just bully. Anyhow,
I got the rotten feel off me for a minute of my life; and I'll go
through fire to get it off me again. Look here! which of you will marry
Feemy Evans?
THE BOYS [uproariously] Who speaks first? Who'll marry Feemy? Come
along, Jack. Nows your chance, Peter. Pass along a husband for Feemy. Oh
my! Feemy!
FEEMY [shortly] Keep your tongue off me, will you?
BLANCO. Feemy was a rose of the broad path, wasn't she? You all thought
her the champion bad woman of this district. Well, she's a failure as a
bad woman; and I'm a failure as a bad man. So let Brother Daniels marry
us to keep all the rottenness in the family. What do you say, Feemy?
FEEMY. Thank you; but when I marry I'll marry a man that could do a
decent action without surprising himself out of his senses. Youre like a
child with a new toy: you and your bit of human kindness!
THE WOMAN. How many would have done it with their life at stake?
FEEMY. Oh well, if youre so much taken with him, marry him yourself.
Youd be what people call a good wife to him, wouldn't you?
THE WOMAN. I was a good wife to the child's father. I don't think any
woman wants to be a good wife twice in her life. I want somebody to be a
good husband to me now.
BLANCO. Any offer, gentlemen, on that understanding? [The boys shake
their heads]. Oh, it's a rotten game, our game. Here's a real good
woman; and she's had enough of it, finding that it only led to being put
upon.
HANNAH. Well, if there was nothing wrong in the world there wouldn't be
anything left for us to do, would there?
ELDER DANIELS. Be of good cheer, brothers. Fight on. Seek the path.
BLANCO. No. No more paths. No more broad and narrow. No more good and
bad. Theres no good and bad; but by Jiminy, gents, theres a rotten game,
and theres a great game. I played the rotten game; but the great game
was played on me; and now I'm for the great game every time. Amen.
Gentlemen: let us adjourn to the saloon. I stand the drinks. [He jumps
down from the table].
THE BOYS. Right you are, Blanco. Drinks round. Come along, boys.
Blanco's standing. Right along to the Elder's. Hurrah! [They rush out,
dragging the Elder with them].
BLANCO [to Feemy, offering his hand] Shake, Feemy.
FEEMY. Get along, you blackguard.
BLANCO. It's come over me again, same as when the kid touched me. Shake,
Feemy.
FEEMY. Oh well, here. [They shake hands].