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A faint ironic smile touched Jeff's face. "No, James, I'm helping it. Ever notice how blondes and brunettes chum together. Value of contrasts, you see. I'm a moral brunette. You're a shining example of all a man should be. I simply emphasize your greatness." "That's not the way it works," his cousin grumbled. "That's just how it works.
"'As I sits yere, a relatin' of them exploits, an' Colonel Sterett tips the canteen for another hooker, 'as I sits yere, gents, all free an' sociable with what's, bar none, the finest body of gents that ever yanks a cork or drains a bottle, I've seen the nobility of Kaintucky the Bloo Grass Vere-de-Veres ride up on a blood hoss, hitch the critter to the fence, an' throw away a fortune buckin' Jeff's merry-go-round with them wooden steeds.
"They got him through the chest, an' I guess he's goin' to pass in. He sez to me, 'Ride like hell an' fetch the boss. Tell him I got 'em plumb wher' he wants 'em. I located their lay-out. I ain't got above an hour or so to tell him in. Just hike an' ride like !" Then came Jeff's voice cold and undisturbed. "Where is he?" "Why, by his shack at Spruce Crossing.
"I have an idea," said her father, as if he were in the kindest manner heading her off from a useless project, "that I'd better make a call on her myself, perhaps at once." "She wouldn't see you when you came before," Lydia reminded him, in a hot rebellion against Jeff's wife who had not stood by him in his downfall.
Winnemak offered us the services of some of his men, who were willing to work for wages; and although they were not equal to the worst of the white men, yet, by Uncle Jeff's good management, they were made very useful. From some passing emigrant trains we obtained a good supply of tools, axes and saws, and we were busily at work from sunrise to sunset.
Inside, there are two shaving chairs of the heavier, or electrocution pattern, with mirrors in front of them and pigeon holes with individual shaving mugs. There must be ever so many of them, fifteen or sixteen. It is the current supposition of each of Jeff's customers that everyone else but himself uses a separate mug.
Bud nodded. "The twin." Jeff's gaze came slowly, thoughtfully back to Bud's face. "Sure. We're twins." An unusual softness crept into the eyes of the man at the table. "I'm kind of wondering, Bud," he went on presently, "wondering if you get all that means means to me. I don't know." He passed a hand slowly across his brow, as though to brush aside growing perplexities.
"If they are coming this way, we shall get ready to receive them; and if not, we need not further trouble ourselves." Lieutenant Broadstreet, who held the Indians cheap, was very much inclined to doubt the truth of the account brought by Winnemak, but he agreed that Uncle Jeff's plan was a prudent one.
But Genevieve Vostrand had not been the kind of accident or the providence that she would have invoked, and when she saw Jeff's fancy turning toward her, Mrs. Durgin had veered round to Cynthia.
Westall down there in Jeff's shanty, it was all I could do to keep from saying, right out loud, that such a piece of foolishness had never come under my notice before." "Where would you be at this moment if I hadn't been in Jeff's cabin last night?" retorted Rodney. "Well, that's a fact," said Tom thoughtfully.
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