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"Dude Dawson? Nope. But I can ask around." "Do so, Comrade Maloney. And when found, tell him that his old college chum, Spider Reilly, is here. He will not be able to come himself, I fear, but he can send representatives." "Sure." "That's all, then. Go downstairs with a gay and jaunty air, as if you had no connection with the old firm at all. Whistle a few lively bars. Make careless gestures.
He had a red face and wore an outing shirt that was not as fresh as it might have been. Rex, who was rather fastidious as to his friends, simply said "Yes," and moved on. The fellow noticed the look which accompanied the word. "The dude!" he muttered. "Thinks he's too good to talk with the likes o' me. I'll get even with him." He waited an instant and then followed Rex at a distance.
"Huh!" gurgled Perk, stretching his neck so as to see better through the narrow opening that served them as a lookout, "some toney, strikes me, considerin' the desolate country round-about this section. Must be his high-hat tastes foller him, no matter where he goes sorter dude, I'd call him, partner."
"You can't fool Purt in a hundred years," Short and Long reiterated, quite hotly. "Can," returned Reddy, briefly, with his mouth full. "Got a half dollar, Purt?" "What if I have?" demanded the dude, suspiciously. "You put it under that mug on the table, and I bet I can take the money without touching the mug." "You cawn't trick me," drawled Port. "You couldn't do that, you know, Reddy."
The only person whom their enthusiasm did not weary was Miss Mary Macpherson, because directly and indirectly it all redounded to the credit of her nephew, whom she now carefully called Wallace, as more befitting the dignity of a successful "Dude Wrangler" than the diminutive.
Nevertheless, the dude came to a stooping posture, and, with one gloved hand on the railing to steady him self, wabbled the bulky cane again in the direction of the shore.
"I'll fix him!" threatened the dude, from the shore, and waving a club. "Hold on!" begged Lance. "I have a better idea than that. I didn't bring the Barnacle along to be slaughtered to make a Sweet holiday no, sir! What do you think about leaving him at the island here with the girls, Chet?" "Great! he'll guard the camp," declared Laura's brother. "Nobody else will come around to steal grub."
"That would make me feel bashful, Sam." "Let me bring you one from the store like mine. You shall have it at the wholesale price." "No; I think not. It wouldn't be as becoming to me as to you. I don't want to be considered a dude." "I don't mind it. Next week I'm going to buy a pair of patent leathers. They will be really economical, as I shall not have to spend money on shines."
As I have the thing figured out, the gang knew that forty thousand dollars was going to be shipped, but for some reason or other they dared not hold up the train out there, and telegraphed the gang in St. Louis to get it. Dude was at the head of the bunch here, and as it was a one-man game so near to St. Louis, Dude was elected to pull it off, which he did to the queen's taste.
"Well, thank heaven, I'm not too old to fight." "I imagine that's just the sort of club dear Percy would like to join," remarked Allen, smiling. "It's easier to imagine him in a corner by the fireside knitting socks for soldiers, than in any other role." Percy Falconer was the dude of Deepdale, whom the other vigorous and hearty young folks pitied more than they despised.
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