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The enemy advanced rapidly, but before he could strike either child the blue-eyed baby let the hard-wood stick fly with all her might over the fierce old head, and without another sound the monstrous bird crumpled up in the snow. "Mercy!" screamed Peace. "You've killed him! There, don't cry! Hold your coat for the rabbits while I tote this thing up to Hardman's house.
He had made a round of the corrals, and discovered that the outlaws' horses had been put up at Jay Hardman's place, a tumble-down feed-station on the edge of town. "Jay didn't take kindly to my questions," Hawkes explained, "but after a little rock-me-to-sleep-mother talk I soothed him down some, and cut the trail of Wolf Leroy and his partners.
Tim was less disposed to drink than the other, but, sad to say, he indulged at times. Hardman's ideal was to obtain the means for doing nothing and minister to his base appetites. It was in 1887 that Dr.
Hardman's voice the tones of the stranger who had been at his uncle's house one night and who had warned the boy back when Frank had attempted to follow. "Do you suppose he turned back because he saw you?" asked Ned. "He said he had forgotten some papers," observed Fenn. "Yes, and he said he must have left them on the bank where we ate lunch," responded Bart.
Forever he half-expected some kind of attack from the men who had been driven away. Soon he had reached a point where he could work round to the side of the bluff. When he looked out upon the valley he espied Hardman's outfit two miles down the slope, beyond the cedar fence. They had set fire to the cedars. A column of yellow smoke rolled way across the valley. "Ah-huh!
Pan made a step. His long arm shot out, and his hand, striking hard Ml Hardman's shoulder, whirled him round. "My name's Smith," called Pan, in vibrant loud voice that stilled the room. "Panhandle Smith!" "I don't know you, Sir," replied Hardman, aghast and amazed. He began to redden. He turned to Matthews, as if in wonder that this individual permitted him to be thus affronted.
Hardman's governess: 'WE need the imprudences, extravagances, mistakes and crimes of a certain number of fathers to sow the seed from which WE reap the harvest of governesses. The daughters of tradespeople, however well educated, must necessarily be under-bred, and as such unfit to be inmates of OUR dwellings, or guardians of OUR children's minds and persons.
"Blink, grab their guns!" yelled Pan piercingly, and leaping over the bodies he confronted the stricken group of men with leveled weapon. "Hands up! Quick, damn you!" he ordered, fiercely. His swiftness, his tremendous passion, following instantly upon tragedy, had shocked Hardman's men. Up went their hands.
"Hardman's men rode in to Marco this morning," replied Wiggate, coldly. "Ah-uh! And they told a cock-and-bull story about what happened out here!" flashed Pan hotly. "It placed you in a bad light, young man." "I reckon. Well, if you or any of your outfit or anybody else calls me a horse thief he wants to go for his gun. Do you understand that?"
"Thet's what I said, pard," replied his comrade coolly. "An' it would be one hell of a fight, with all the best of numbers an' guns on Hardman's side. We've got only three rifles besides our guns, an' not much ammunition. I fetched all we had an' sent Gus for more. But Black didn't send thet over an' I forgot to go after it." "We can send somebody back to Marco," said Pan broodingly.
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