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"My outfit will be coming along the trail in a day or two, and I'm warned that it would be well to get a squad of cowboys together to guard it across the plain." "Anythin' valu'ble as you're afraid of gettin' stole?" asked Isa Blagg. "Couldn't it be brought along safe in one o' Gid's farm carts?" Kiddie smiled. "Not quite," he answered. "There's too much of it.
I painted Blagg perhaps rather bigger and blacker than life, and described an exciting scene, in which I recognised Bingo by his collar in the streets, and claimed and bore him off then and there in spite of all opposition.
As her eye traveled over the silent groups, Blagg went on: "You see, miss, as I say we got families and the women-folks " "Don't blame the women, Joe," interrupted the girl. "If they got half of what the saloons leave they'd have no kick coming. I'll bet they're not back of this. You've been listening to a half-baked fool who couldn't make a living if dollars grew on trees.
Cold sweat broke out on Joe Blagg's forehead. To his whirling brain came other instances he had heard of how Mascola always got square with those who opposed him. Blagg's whiskyfied courage began to ooze. Perhaps he had gone too far. Suppose Neilson, with a desire to get in strong with the boss, should tell Mascola that he, Joe Blagg, was trying to start a strike among the alien fishermen?
Chiverton exclaimed; and they entered on a discussion of some plan proposed between them for the abolition of Morte. "I can answer for Mr. Chiverton's consent. Mr. Gifford is the impracticable person. And of course it is Blagg's interest to oppose us. Can we buy Blagg out?" said the lady. "No, no; that would be the triumph of iniquity. We must starve him out," said the clergyman.
Miss Slopham said not another word, and, strange to say, Mr. Blagg never mentioned these interesting incidents in his correspondence. Atlantic Monthly, May, 1875. At the Isles of Shoals, on the 5th of March in the year 1873, occurred one of the most monstrous tragedies ever enacted on this planet.
"He went to Morte in pursuit of some incorrigible poacher when fever was raging there, and took it in its most virulent form; his death proved an irresistible argument against the place, and Blagg made a virtue of necessity and razed his hovels."
Only a score or so of the ponies remained in the corral. Over a hundred had been driven off in the confused stampede. When Isa returned to his companion there was not a live Redskin to be seen. Even the wounded had been carried away. "Seems as how we've gotten the worst of it, this time," Isa Blagg regretted. "I'll allow that Broken Feather laid his plans real well.
As for Broken Feather we couldn't have kept him a prisoner, you know. We have no warrant for his arrest." "Isa Blagg, the sheriff, is here, right now," Gideon told him. "Isa c'd have arrested him, legal, I guess." "Even so," resumed Kiddie, "you would soon have had another raid.
Fairfax. "I should like to see a constitutional remedy provided for the Giffords of the gentry before I depart. We are too near neighbors to be friends, and Morte adjoins my property." "Gifford was brought up in a bad school a vaporing fellow, not true to any of his obligations," said Mr. Oliver Smith. "It is Blagg, his agent, who is responsible," began Mr. Chiverton. Mr.
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