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"Varmints will leave me any time when there's fresh bait handy. That's why I likes to double up. That there Saint Louee drummer carried off most of 'em from this gent's bed, so he's safe." "You are again to be congratulated, suh," addressed the Colonel, to me. "Allow me to interdeuce you. Shake hands with my friend Mr. Bill Brady.
"'It's what our gent's been urgin' from the jump, says Boggs; 'an' tharfore we consents with glee. Round up that outlaw of yours now, an' let's get to shootin'. "I don't reckon I ever sees anybody who seems as fatigued as that Signal person when Boggs an' Tutt starts to lead him up to the blanket. His face looks like a cancelled postage-stamp.
Think of it, fellers, and I speak speshul to you whiskey souses wot ain't breathed pure air sence you was let loose on the same gent's bowel picklin' sperrit.
The cow-boy would bet his pile, amounting to $10,000, against the old gent's pile. I would bet with him if I was the old gent, for he had but $4,600. The money was put up. The card was turned. The old gent lost. The cow-boy bet another man $200 and won, then asked him for a dram out of his bottle. I had an idea that my wife wanted me to come back and see her in the Texas sleeper.
"So did the little man with the pie-pan pinned on his shirt," said Overland. "You keep his gun. I got to see how bad the other gent's hit." An hour later the constable of the desert town led his pony toward the railroad. On the pony was his companion, with both arms bandaged. He leaned forward brokenly, swaying and cursing. "I'll get him, if it takes a thousand years," he muttered.
Well, be that as it may, it doesn't alter the fact that you've put out the wrong coat. Be so good, Jeeves," I said, indicating with a gesture the gent's ordinary dinner jacket or smoking, as we call it on the Côte d'Azur, which was suspended from the hanger on the knob of the wardrobe, "as to shove that bally black thing in the cupboard and bring out my white mess-jacket with the brass buttons."
And through the open doorway the harsh voice of Loale pursued the intruder in sharp protest. "Say, do you think you're stowing cargo in your darn, crazy old barge?" he cried. "If you fancy throwing things around you best get out an' do it. Guess you ain't used to a gent's office, you darn sailorman " But the door was closed with a slam and the rest of the protest was cut off.
"Sure! He's a cutter a reg'lar gent's cutter and fitter. He'd 'a' had you all over the floor in another minute; if I hadn't pried you apart they'd 'a' sewed sawdust up inside of you like you was a doll. He had the old bone-handled skinner in his mit; that's why I let go of him. Laughing Bill! Take it from me, boys, you better walk around him like he was a hole in the ice."
"Oh, they cotched him days ago, sir cutter's men dropped upon him while they was hunting for this young gent's corpus, and he's aboard your ship, sir, I expect, along with the other pressed men." "But haven't they been looking for me any more?" said the middy.
Great guns, they need martial law and a thousand policemen to the block to keep a gent's life and pocketbook safe in this town! First gent we meet tries to bump us off or get our wad. Don't look like we're going to have much luck, Ronicky." "We saved our hides, I guess." "That's about all." "And we learned something." "Sure." "Then I figure it was a pretty good night. "Another thing, Bill.
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