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He stood still, hesitating. "Git down on yore knees and hop to it," ordered Charlton. "Give him room, boys." Again Beaudry swore to himself that he would not do it. He had an impulse to smash that sneering, cruel face, but it was physically impossible for him to lift a hand to strike. Though he was trembling violently, he had no intention of yielding.
He read the Greek fathers in the original which is, I fancy, very unusual among the priests of Canada. In 1847 M. Beaudry became curé and in 1862 he was followed by M. Narcisse Doucet. It was under M. Doucet that the great influx of summer visitors began.
I want to hug you tight to make sure you're here, boy." "There's no law against it," he said with feeble humor. "No, but " With a queer little laugh she glanced across the river toward her former lover. "I don't think I had better." Charlton joined them a few minutes later. He went straight to Roy and offered his hand. "The feud stuff is off, Mr. Beaudry.
The slim youth in the high-heeled boots whistled. He understood now why Tighe dared to defy his father. "All right, Boots. With you in a minute, soon as I get my hat and let Dan know." "No. I'm to stay here till dad sends for me. He doesn't want me near the trouble." "You mean you're to stay at Rothgerber's." "No, here. Tighe may attack Rothgerber's any time to get this young Beaudry.
The story of the fight that followed is still an epic in the Southwest. There was no question of fair play. The enemies of the sheriff intended to murder him. The men in his rear were already clambering over the corral fence. One of them had a scarlet handkerchief around his neck. Beaudry fired from his hip and the vivid kerchief lurched forward into the dust.
They would have hated to lose their boots." Beulah's eyes shone. "Oh, Brad, I'm so glad. I do want you two to be friends." "Do you?" As he looked at her, the eyes of the young hillman softened. He guessed pretty accurately the state of her feelings. Beaudry had won and he had lost. Well, he was going to be a good loser this time. "What you want goes with me this time, Boots.
With the casual confidence that was one of his assets Dave swung from his horse and greeted the ranchman. "'Lo, Hart! Can we roost here to-night? My friend got thrown and hurt his shoulder. He's all in." The suspicious eyes of the nester passed over Beaudry and came back to Dingwell. "I reckon so," he said, not very graciously.
Murder me, and the law would hang you high as Haman if it ever got a chance." The provisional clause came out with a little pause between each word to stress the meaning. The drunken man caught at it to spur his rage. "Hmp! Mean you're man enough to beat the law to it?" Beaudry managed to get out a derisive laugh. "Oh, no! Not when I have a suitcase in my right hand and you have the drop on me.
"Are you going up or down?" she demanded. "I'm going the other way. Take one road or the other, you you scandalmonger." Never a patient man, he too gave rein to his anger. "Since you want to know, I'm going down to Battle Butte, where I'll likely meet yore friend Beaudry and settle an account or two with him. I reckon before I git through with him he'll yell something besides Cornell."
He said afterward that he thought he heard the sound of scuffling and smothered voices outside. But his interest in the matter did not take him as far as the door to find out if anything was wrong. Royal Beaudry Hears a Call A bow-legged little man with the spurs still jingling on his heels sauntered down one side of the old plaza.
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