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As Conward's guest he could not quarrel, and his fear of over-stepping the mark if he engaged in discussion induced a silence which might easily have been mistaken for mental inanition. He contented himself with being punctiliously correct in his table etiquette. Perhaps he could have followed no wiser course, Dave's manners had an effect upon Mrs.
What do you call such an act?" Dave's lips slowly whitened, his face became stony. He closed his eyes, then opened them upon hers. "He had it coming. He stole my horse. He took a chance." Mrs. Austin turned away. For a time they were silent and Dave felt himself pitilessly condemned. "Why didn't you tell me at the time?" she asked. "Why didn't you report it?"
It made me hot, and so I wouldn't explain to anybody the circumstances, nor what became of Dave's three thousand, which happened to be five thousand by that time, and which I sent to his mother and sister in New York, as he told me to do when he was dying. When they got to hinting things the next time I hit the Meadows, I started in to clean out the town.
A man may know how common are the iron and steel and coal that go to make up a steam-engine, but none the less does the mysterious force inside make him stand out of the way. The squire and Mr. Calhoun sauntered down the street. "I'll not deny," said the old man, meditatively, "that Cabarreux has no Northern 'go' in him. But Dave's a good-natured fellow.
"How pretty you look!" he whispered, as he took her arm. "Just like a a picture!" And then Jessie blushed and that made her look prettier than ever, if such a thing were possible. Dave's father and Mr. Wadsworth had come in, and both were glad to see the boy back. Soon dinner was announced, and all sat down to the long table, Dave between his sister and Jessie.
She chatted on about Dave's stay with her a year since, about little things the story knows already, while the old lady vouched at intervals quite truly that she heard every word, and that her closed eyes did not mean sleep. The incident of Dave's having persisted when he awaked and found "mother" looking at him, the day after his first arrival that it was old Mrs.
Assailed from two sides Cosetta's now leaderless band broke in wild confusion, and fled, leaving behind many dead and wounded. Quickly Trent surrounded the house, but there was no one inside. And then Trout came upon his subordinate. "Why, Darrin, you're hurt!" he cried, pointing to Dave's left arm. As the firing died out Dave glanced down at his sleeve.
A bucket, lightly poised upon Polly's head, holds scraps of barbecue and little Dave's promised pie, and, as she draws near the wattle fence, she thinks, with a pleased smile, of how she will set it before "de chilluns," when a prolonged howl falls upon her ears.
For Hare remembered the blow, and never would he forget Dave's last words. Yet unforgetable as these were, it was duty rather than revenge that called him. This was August Naab's hour of need. Hare knew himself to be the tool of inscrutable fate; he was the one to fight the old desert-scarred Mormon's battle.
I couldn't get a word outer Wallace, who said he'd quit if I wanted him to, but I told him that a man who could lick Big Dave and come out without a scratch had the makings of a rattlin' good hired man, an' I raised his wages two dollars a month an' gave him Big Dave's room, which is bigger than the one he had.
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