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Occasionally, groups of men attempted to swing in behind to their pace, but invariably they were discouraged after a mile or two, and disappeared in the darkness to the rear. "We've been out on trail all winter," was Shorty's comment. "An' them geezers, soft from laying around their cabins, has the nerve to think they can keep our stride. Now, if they was real sour-doughs it'd be different.

Smoke dragged the corpse to one side and with the toe of his moccasin nosed a revolver out of the snow into which it had been pressed by the body. "That's what did the work. I told you we'd find something." "From the looks of it we ain't started yet. Now what'd two fat geezers want to kill theirselves for?" "When we find that out we'll have found the rest of your trouble," Smoke answered.

"He's murderin' all them poor geezers just as much as if he knocked their brains out with an ax, only worse." Another day passed, during which they kept a steady watch on Wentworth's movements. Several times, when he started out, water-bucket in hand, for the creek, they casually approached the cabin, and each time he hurried back without the water.

I just fancy I can hear th' ould man dishcoursin' tu Kilbride av th' merry, int'restin' ways an' habits av th' genus hobo whin he get's this report av mine. . . . Like he did wan day whin he was doin' show-man round th' cells wid a bunch av ould geezers av 'humanytaruns. I mind I was Actin' Provo' in charge av th' Gyard-room at th1 toime."

Wait till I find about Daddy." Then suddenly she threw the Bible down upon the floor. "There air places what says as how Daddy air a comin' home. The student says it air there. I ain't found it yet but I air a-lookin' for it every day. 'Tain't in that place where I just read about them geezers, the priests." The lawyer stood up. A pain seized him.

Occasionally, groups of men attempted to swing in behind to their pace, but invariably they were discouraged after a mile or two and disappeared in the darkness to the rear. "We've been out on trail all winter," was Shorty's comment. "An' them geezers, soft from layin' around their cabins, has the nerve to think they can keep our stride. Now, if they was real sour-doughs it'd be different.

"I ate it up," was the reply, unimpeachably honest. "That sack's all that's left. Give me a few. You can have the rest." "Ate 'em up!" Shorty screamed. "A whole sack! An' them geezers dyin' for want of 'em! This for you! An' this! An' this! An' this! You swine! You hog!" The first kick tore Wentworth away from his embrace of Smoke's knees. The second kick turned him over in the snow.

"That's what you geezers are sweating for! That's why you've got to be good, and not throw monkey-wrenches in the machinery so the seven broken-hearted chorus-girls can drown their sorrows in champagne!" And now here was the hero of all these romantic escapades, forsaking the white lights of Broadway, and coming home to help the old man keep his contracts.

There were ten of them rugged-looking fellows of various ages, bepistoled, begrimed with dust, and articulate with profane expressions of delight. "Hell's a-poppin', Red says!" yelled one. "He says there's geezers here which is pinin' for yore gore. Turn me loose on 'em oh, turn me loose!"

No, sir, we go out and bring in half a dozen, or a dozen at most and cut out what we want. We bust them, and git more. "I figger, Mr. Selmer, that these geezers down here have been doin' that very same way. They had the kid baited with that flyin' machine, so he wouldn't have no eyes for anything else. And he was here, so you wouldn't be worryin' none about the stock.