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When the native help on the ranch was started at blocking out the stone for the chapel, Uncle Lance took the hounds and with two of the boys went down to Wilson's ranch for a hunt. Gallup went, of course, but just why he took Scales along, unless with the design of making a match between one of the younger daughters of this neighboring ranchman and the Marylander, was not entirely clear.
"Yeou bet I will!" cried Ephraim eagerly. "I'll give 'em every cent of it!" "That's good," nodded Frank. "Now, boys, we're going into this game to win it. If we ever played ball in our lives, we're going to play it to-day. I think and hope this experience will teach Gallup the folly of betting. I shall use all the skill I possess in the game, and I want you boys to back me up. We can't lose!
Mulloy and Gallup had forced their way through the crowd, and even as the speaker uttered these words Barney gave him a terrible slap on the back, while Ephraim kicked the box from beneath his feet. "The earthquake do be come, begorra!" shouted Mulloy. "Greg Carker, ye bloody old socialist raskil, Oi have yez in me hands, and Oi'm going to hug yez till ye holler!"
"I I'm all right," stammered Lawford. "Let me lie down for a little while. Don't need a doctor." "You're as wet as a drowned rat," his sister said. "Come on up and get some dry clothes, Ford. I'm sure you're awful kind, Mrs. Gallup. I will telephone for the doctor at once." "You bet she's kind! Good old soul!" murmured Lawford. "I'd have been six fathoms deep if it hadn't been for Betty."
We're going to trounce your team to-morrow in handsome style. We won't leave you in shape to do any boasting for some time to come." "Yeou git aout!" shouted Gallup. "You couldn't beat us in a year with Frank Merriwell in the box. You ain't built right!" At this the ball players present joined Silence in a burst of laughter. "We'll rub it into ye, Mr. Gallup," said Mike McCann.
"Wait a minute, I have a match. Here you are." He held the light for Gallup. "Purty good weed that," observed Ephraim, as he puffed at it. "'Spect that ain't no five-center. Must be ten straight or three for a quarter, anyhow." "These are Silence's special cigars. He buys them by the box. They cost him twenty dollars a hundred."
A few minutes later the Rovers came in, and Merry's team trotted onto the field. The scorers recorded the batting order of each team as follows: MERRIES. ROVERS. Mulloy, 3d b. McCann, ss. Hodge, c. Mertez, rf. Merriwell, p. Grifford, cf. Badger, 2d b. Holmes, 1st b. Diamond, ss. O'Day, 3d b. Browning, 1st b. Clover, 2d b. Gallup, cf. Roach, lf. Carson, lf. Bancroft, c. Dunnerwust, rf. Bender, p.
With a sneering smile, he turned and regarded Gallup. "I've put my money up," he said. "Now let's see you do the same thing or squeal." Gallup swallowed down a lump which had risen in his throat. "Derned if I ever squealed in my life!" he snarled. "I've gut ten thousand right in the Wellsburg Bank, and I'll draw a check on it jest as soon as I kin make it aout!"
Alys Brewster-Smith and a certain Cousin Emelene. His manner was arid. Miss Sheridan chanced to know that the ladies were sheltered in the exclusive boarding-house of one Mrs. Gallup, out on Erie Street, and informed him to this effect in the fewest possible words. Mr. Evans whistled absently a moment, then formally announced that he should be absent from the office for perhaps an hour.
When Fray Marcos sent his Indian guides forward to Zuñi, near the modern Gallup, he was met with the warning "Go back; or you will be put to death." His messengers refusing to be daunted, the Zuñi people promptly killed them and threw them over the rocks. Fray Marcos went on with the lay brothers. Fray Marcos' report encouraged the Emperor of Spain to go on with Coronado's expedition.
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