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"See this suit," he continued, indicating his attire, which greatly out-classed Dave's. "A friend gave me that. I get all my suits that way.
Dave's next swift move was to rush back to Kahn's with the result already known. "Well, did you think the folks of Gridley would continue to believe such a charge against young Prescott?" demanded Chief Simmons of the sneak.
It was not much, to Dave's way of thinking, but it was enough to give cause for thought, and when the men finally parted it was with the understanding that Strange would promptly communicate any further intelligence on this subject that came his way. On the following day Dave's duties called him to Brownsville, where court was in session.
The boys took that for a kind of hint, and they pulled off their roundabouts and set to work with him. Frank thought it was not exactly like the Fourth, but he did not say anything, and they kept loading up the rails and hauling them to the edge of the field where Dave's father was going to build the fence, and then unloading them, and going back to the pile for more.
I made a feeble effort, and with Dave's assistance got my head high enough to swallow the medicine. 'Now, said the surgeon, 'lie still, and I think before long you will be all right, except for a sore head, which you will probably keep for a day or two.
Fox dismounted and stood over his captive while the latter transferred the gunnysack and its contents to the other saddle. Never for an instant did the little spy let the other man close enough to pounce upon him. Even though Dingwell was cowed, Chet proposed to play it safe. Not till he was in the saddle himself did he let his prisoner mount. Instantly Dave's cowpony went into the air.
Kneel, Pasha, kneel!" It had been a long time since Pasha had been asked to do this, a very long time; but here was Mr. Dave asking him, in just the same tone as of old, and in just the same way. So Pasha, forgetting his terror under the soothing spell of Mr. Dave's voice, forgetting the fearful sights and sounds about him, remembering only that here was the Mr.
Jerry fervently hoped that their search would be ended before they were in the shadow of that forsaken territory. His nerves were not calmed any by the tremble in Dave's voice as he shouted across: "Lost Island's just below us, Jerry. Shall we go on?" "Sure thing, Dave!" called Jerry with a confidence he did not feel.
"Now, mother has often said that she would like to do something for you and the children, but Dave's peculiarities always stood in the way. I just wanted to tell you that mother is able and willing to help you and will not let you or her grandchildren suffer as a result of what I may be forced to do." The conversation went along in this manner for more than an hour.
Tresler had been shown Massy's bunk, and friendly hands had spread blankets upon it for him. He was standing at the foot of it in the long aisle between the double row of trestle beds. Arizona had just pointed out the dead man's disused couch, all covered with gunny sacks. "That's Dave's," he said. "I kind o' think you'll sleep easier right here.
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