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Jerry became immediately suspicious at such unaccustomed politeness on Danny's part and he was not at all surprised when Danny, once the remainder of the apple was again in his hands, took to his heels. "Save me a bite!" cried Celia Jane, swallowing the morsel in her mouth so quickly that she came near to choking, and tagged after her older brother as fast as she could run. "Danny!" cried Jerry.
You are too honest to engage in such a frame-up as this, Mary Louise." "I'm no more honest than you are." "Well, perhaps our fundamentals are about the same, but I have to pretend to be a lot of things I am not, to work out my principles and I am sure you couldn't pretend to be anything but just dear, sweet Mary Louise Dexter if your life, or even your dear Danny's life, depended on it.
From the motion of Celia Jane's head and the entreating position of Danny's hands, they knew she was refusing some request of his.
"Count!" Rivera cried hoarsely to the referee. And when the count was finished, Danny's seconds gathered him up and carried him to his corner. "Who wins?" Rivera demanded. Reluctantly, the referee caught his gloved hand and held it aloft. There were no congratulations for Rivera. He walked to his corner unattended, where his seconds had not yet placed his stool.
"Biccause I'm pilot myse'f." "Oh, I see! You're one of the GOOD ones." Danny's air was surly, his tone forbidding. "Yes." "Hate yourself, don't you? I s'pose you want his job. Is that it? No wonder five hundred seeds for fifteen minutes' work. Soft graft, I call it." The speaker laughed unpleasantly. "Well, what does a GOOD pilot charge?" "Me?" The Canadian shrugged indifferently.
He steered his sled over sharply, hoping to get on the same track as was Bert and so pass him. But it was not to be. Danny took too sudden a turn, and the next instant his bob overturned, spilling everyone off. There was a cry of surprise at the accident, and some of those on Bert's sled looked back. Bert himself looked straight ahead as a steersman always should. "Danny's upset!" cried Charley.
"I'll wait till he's past feeling the hurts of earth. But Mr. Gates, I've had word that my Danny's coming home. I can't let the boy come back to dark looks and cold shoulders turned on him everywhere.
"The bachelors told me. They just got the word. To-night it comes off, though it's months ahead of the calendar." Smoke shrugged his shoulders. "Ain't interested in hearin'?" Shorty teased. "I'm waiting to hear." "Well, Danny's wife just told the bachelors," Shorty paused impressively. "An' the bachelors told me, of course, that the maidens' fires is due to be lighted to-night. That's all.
Rivera's ears were a cat's, desert-trained, and he caught snatches of what was said. He wanted to hear more, and when his opponent arose he maneuvered the fight into a clinch over against the ropes. "Got to," he could hear Michael, while Roberts nodded. "Danny's got to win I stand to lose a mint I've got a ton of money covered my own. If he lasts the fifteenth I'm bust the boy'll mind you.
Old Granny Fox set Reddy to hunting for Danny's little round doorways, and as fast as he found them, Granny came up and sniffed at each. She knew that she could tell by the smell which one he had been at last. Finally she came straight toward the tall bunch of grass. Danny ducked down and scurried along one of his little tunnels. He heard Granny Fox sniff at the doorway he had just left.
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