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Despite himself, Corliss smiled. "So that's what you wanted that new bed and table and the chairs for. Did they get marked up much coming in?" "The legs some. I rubbed 'em with that hoss-liniment you give me. You can hardly tell. It kind of smelled like turpentine, and I didn't have nothin' else." "Well, anything you want " "I know, boss.
An' the boys can't be expected to go a-tiptoe and talk prunes an' prisms, all along o' a little yaller-haired kid what's come to brighten up the old camp fer us. That wouldn't be sense! But all we've got to mind is jest this nothin' vile! That's all, boys. We'll worry along without that!" When the Boss spoke, he liked to explain himself rather fully. When he ceased, no one had a word to say.
A man couldn't be too clever, they were clever, so he had to be clever. He began to shave. The Captain was on an audio circuit, talking to an Assistant Commissioner. Some guy gonna quit his job ... or kill his boss. Maybe he found out his wife is cheating on him. We can't tell until we pick him up Yes, Sir Yes, Sir Thank you, Sir." The Captain hung up. "I hate politicians," he snarled.
In McNamara's office there was great stir and the coming of many men. The boss sat in his chair smoking countless cigars, his big face set in grim lines, his hard eyes peering through the pall of blue at those he questioned. He worked the wires of his machine until his dolls doubled and danced and twisted at his touch.
Genesis laughed gaily. "I got my grass to cut!" "You decline to do what I command you?" William roared. "Yes, indeedy! Who pay me my wages? 'At's MY boss. You' ma say, 'Genesis, you git all 'at lawn mowed b'fo' sundown. No, suh! Nee'n' was'e you' bref on me, 'cause I'm got all MY time good an' took up!" Once more William presented himself fatefully to his mother and Jane.
Other conservative newspapers followed suit.... Both Tallant and I were surprised to hear these sentiments out of the mouth of Mr. Jason. "You don't think that crowd's going to win, do you?" asked the owner of the Era, a trifle uneasily. "Win!" exclaimed the boss contemptuously. "They'll blow up, and you'll never hear of 'em.
Hollis smiled grimly; he had caught a belligerent note in Norton's voice. Plainly, if the range boss were allowed a voice in the matter, these visitors would have now received as little encouragement as they had received from Dunlavey. But Hollis's smile showed that he held different views. "I am Kent Hollis," he said to the men; "I suppose you know that."
Annixter hitched his horse to the iron post in front of this building, and tramped up to the second floor, letting himself into an office where a couple of clerks and bookkeepers sat at work behind a high wire screen. One of these latter recognised him and came forward. "Hello," said Annixter abruptly, scowling the while. "Is your boss in? Is Ruggles in?"
"His mother! Say, boss, what'll we do? He thinks a mighty lot of his mother. I've heerd him talk. This will purty nigh kill him, I guess." They stood for some moments looking blankly at each other, unwilling to deliver the blow which they knew would strike deep into the heart of the man they had come to love. "He must be told," said The Kid at length.
He was leaping for his horse with the last words, and in an instant he had joined the other riders who had paused, tentatively, near the edge of the porch, having seen him. They fled, a dark mass against the dull shadows of the valley, sweeping up the big slope toward the plains. Blackburn, the range boss, was leading, with Shorty riding close beside him.
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