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"Bob, I'll take her home to her mother," spoke up Harry who had never once taken his bold gaze from the girl. "No, you won't take her home to her mother, neither!" Beckey was strangely comforted by the protective drawl of the big man's voice. Accustomed as she had grown to the rapid transitions of the West, she realized the fallacy of her first impression from his appearance.
Must of cost a heap." "They say that Miss Beckey and her mother are going to live in it," answered Plug Hat Pete. "I'll raise you ten." "Handsome Harry's bin a-dancin' round that gal ever since they moved here, six months ago." "Yes, and the look in her eyes in another direction, is plainly to be read." The implication was lost on Cornish Jack. "Ol' Bob, he does all he can to throw 'em together.
Once he roused a moment to mutter. "But they'd ought to know me better. They needn't have run away from their best friend." Soon after dark a pinto paced home through the quiet, mourning camp with a very weary bulldog at her heels. Beckey slid from her side saddle and crept to Bob's open door. By the light of a full moon she could see the big lax figure in an attitude of utter despair. "Bob!"
"They tell me," said another, "that he kills cats for their skins, and that he goes out o' nights with a long pole to kill skunks, and roasts them to get their grease, because skunk's grease is mighty powerful for men and beasts sometimes, and sells for a good deal, 'cause there ain't many folks willing to undertake the nasty varmints." "Do you know what Beckey Cross said about him?
Like Aunt Beckey and Mrs. Clemens, they can now see that Mark was hardly appreciated when he lived here and that the things he did as a boy and was whipped for doing were not all bad after all.
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