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William Strachey left behind him a manuscript entitled "The Historie of Travaile into Virginia Britanica, &c., gathered and observed as well by those who went first thither, as collected by William Strachey, gent., three years thither, employed as Secretaire of State."
"All dance as pretty as you can, Turn your toes and left alleman; First gent sashay to the right, Now swing the girl you last swung about, And now the one that’s cut her out, And now the one that’s dressed in white, And now the belle of the ball."
"I'll say it three times. I'll whistle it. Are you deaf? You light-fingered gent! You stacked the cards!" Silence ensued, deeper than before, pregnant with meaning. For all that Duane saw, not an outlaw moved for a full moment. Then suddenly the room was full of disorder as men rose and ran and dived everywhere. "Run or duck!" yelled Euchre, close to Duane's ear. With that he dashed for the door.
"Company for you, Riley," said the sheriff, as the tall cowpuncher rose. The other's back was turned, and thereby the sheriff was enabled to pass a significant gesture and look to Sinclair. With that he left them. In the outer room he found his deputy much alarmed. "You ain't turned them two in together?" he asked. "Why, Sinclair'll kill that gent in about a minute.
"'I'll take a chance on a bowie knife, says Moon to Dan Boggs, Dan, bein' a sympathetic gent an' takin' nacherally to folks in trouble, has Moon's confidence from the jump; 'I'll take a chance on a bowie knife; an' as for a gun, I simply courts the resk.
"Seems to me that everybody stands around and gapes at this gent with the sneer a terrible lot, without a pile of good reasons behind 'em. Never failed? Why, lady, here's one night when he's failed and failed bad. He's lost you!" "No," said Caroline. "Not lost you?" asked Bill Gregg. "Say, you ain't figuring on going back to him?" "I have to go back." "Why?" demanded Gregg.
"He's poison," declared Sinclair bitterly, and he raised his voice that it would unmistakably carry to the shrinking figure before them. "He's such a yaller-hearted skunk, sheriff, that it makes me ashamed of bein' a man!" "They's only one thing I misdoubt," said the sheriff. "How'd that sort of a gent ever get the nerve to murder a man like Quade?
"'But be discreet, Texas, says Enrialit, 'an' don't force no showdown with this Signal gent.
"No, not the rustler, the gent between eighteen and forty-eight, object matrimony." "I don't want to trouble you," she flung at him with her gay smile. "No trouble at all. Fact is, I've got him in mind already," he assured her promptly. "Oh!" A pulse of excitement was beating in her throat.
Jarvis?" said I at this juncture, whereupon he turned to peer into my face, then caught and wrung my hand. "Strike me blue!" he exclaimed. "It's the bang-up young gent in the jerry 'at 'as left a home luxoorious to see the world and l'arn to be a man!" "That very same!" said I. "Why, then, Lord love me, here's j'y again!" cried he, grasping my hand with a heartiness there was no mistaking.
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