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And as for Julyman he's as near cast iron as as you." "Yes, it was pretty tough." "Tough? Gee!" The doctor's final exclamation was one of genuine amazement. "It's near three weeks since we hauled the remains of you from that skitter-ridden river," he went on, "and a deal's happened in that time. Jack Belton's gone in for stores, and to report.
"Then that, I think, makes me one up on the first nine," said Alexander. "Excellent! A very pleasant, even game." "Pleasant! On second thoughts I don't believe the Greens Committee let the wretched caddies get any of the loot. They hang round behind trees till the deal's concluded, and then sneak out and choke it out of them!" I saw Alexander raise his eyebrows.
Then my profit on twenty-five thousand cords of pulpwood which is goin' to be paid, I jedge. That'll be anyhow another twenty-five thousand. Calc'late this deal's about fixed me so's I kin go ahead with a number of plans. Much obleeged, Mr. Linderman. You come in handy." "So did you, Mr. Baines. Mighty handy." "Oh, me. I had to. I was jest takin' out reasonable insurance ag'in' loss...."
But she couldn't think of putting the deal through for that -er -place. She says after what happened there, it's likely to be a shrine for curious-minded folks for a long time to come, and as she wants absolute quiet, that would not suit her. So you see, just as I expected, that deal's off." All this strange manner of talk greatly aroused the listeners curiosity.
There was a sort of shimmer between Skag's eyes and Ian Deal's vanishing legs that made them seem lifted out of all proportion. Then Carlin caught his arm, carried him forward and to her at the same time, as she whispered: "You were perfect, Skag-ji. I never loved you so much as that moment, when poor Ian refused to take your hand "
"So this Miss Carryl owns John Deal's farm," she mused aloud. "They run it on shares, I believe." "Oh! Was she angry when you shut out her tenant, John Deal, and shut her inside the lines?" "No; she seemed a little surprised said it was inconvenient wanted permission to write him." "You gave it?" "Yes. I intimated it would save time if she left her letters to him unsealed.
"Inventory, and a share in the profits of a deal I got in mind." "What's them conditions you mentioned?" "That you and Jim don't mention the sale to anybody, and keep on runnin' the place for wages until I'm ready for you to quit." "What's the deal them profits is comin' from, and how much you figger they'll be?" "The deal's feedin' about five hunderd men, and the profits'll be plenty.
"Lass, I'm askin' you not to tell Belllounds that I'm carin' for Wils," he said, in his gentle, persuasive way. "I won't. But why not tell dad? He wouldn't mind. He'd do that sort of thing himself." "Reckon he would. But this deal's out of the ordinary. An' Wils's not in as good shape as he thinks. I'm not takin' any chances.
Of course, it looks like his signature, and you got witnesses who say it's his signature, but " The Judge paused and gravely contemplated Luke Tweezy. "I'll tell you what it looks like to me," announced Racey in a loud, unsympathetic tone. "The whole deal's too smooth. She's so smooth she's slick, like a counterfeit dollar. You and Lanpher are a couple of damn thieves, Tweezy."
Then I inspect every pit, tie up the bag, seal it, and give it to my messenger. When he takes the mail to the outposts he rides on for half a mile and leaves the sealed bag at Deal's farm." "Does your messenger know what is in the bag?" "No, he doesn't." She nodded, amused, saying carelessly: "Of course you trust your post-rider?" "Absolutely."
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