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"Sure. He'd go a hundred miles to have a fight with a gent with a good name for gunplay." "Then hark to me sing, Joe! Send Terry into town to get something for you. I'll drop in ahead of him and find Larrimer, and tell Larrimer that Black Jack's son is around the man that dropped Sheriff Minter. Then I'll bring 'em together and give 'em a running start."
It, with bags full of other letters, was lying in the wagons at Goose Creek, while the th was on the chase away to the Yellowstone, and Grace had the misery of believing that Jack's last thought of her as he rode off to battle was that she had had some sentimental scene with Ray, had been surprised in the midst of it, and had concealed it from him.
"There you have your wet clout back again!" cried a laughing voice. But the same instant Jack's eyes were opened and he saw a whole boat-building establishment on the sea-shore. And, there, ready and rigged out on the bright water, lay an Ottring, so long and shapely and shining that his eyes could not feast on it enough. The old 'un blinked with satisfaction.
But he found a more responsive correspondent in Jim Galway; and this was the letter he received: "DEAR JACK: "The whole valley is not yet sprouting with dates as you said it would from your thinking of us. Maybe we didn't use the right seed. Your ranch is still called Jack's ranch, and Firio is doing his best and about the best I ever knew in an Indian.
"Have you ever thought of changing your situation?" asked Mr. Lang. "No, sir," said Jack. "Perhaps you could do better," said the other. "I want a boy who is quick and intelligent, and who can be relied on; and, from what I see of you, I think you are that sort of boy. I want you to drive a delivery wagon, and will pay you five dollars a week." Jack's eyes opened wide.
Always he was casting about for a course of action which would give him scope for two things upon which his mind was set: to get the title to that six hundred acres revested in the MacRae name, and, in Jack's own words to Dolores Ferrara, to take a fall out of Horace Gower that would jar the bones of his ancestors.
"Then in that case," Jack stated, "Pascagoula lies just about northwest of us. If our compass hadn't been disarranged by the horseshoe, we'd have been in the harbor by this time," he added. "Your compass disarranged by a horseshoe?" queried Frank. "Yes," was Jack's laughing rejoinder. "Did you ever hear such a tale? And it was lucky for you it happened.
Across the frail scaffolding you can call it no more that spans the torrent, it is clearly Dandy Jack's intention to hurl the coach, trusting to the impetus to get it over. We shut our eyes in utter despair of a safe issue, and hold on to our seats with the clutch of drowning men. It is all that we can do.
Throwing aside their clubs, each seized his enemy by the shoulder, turned him face to face and smote him sore, each after his fashion. Then they laughed, took hold of hands, and walked wearily back to the carriage. Jarvis's face was covered with blood, and Jack's neck and shoulders were drenched, his wound had bled freely.
Jack's eyes were bigger than usual, and he did look, notwithstanding the feverish flush on his cheeks, rather fagged. How she had been counting the days for him to come! It didn't seem possible that the visit which he had been promising for so long to make her should have finally materialized.
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