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The whole bunch of 'em just rode off." "Hello, kid!" said Stratton quietly. "You awake? What's up, anyhow?" There was a rustle in the adjoining bunk, the thud of bare feet on the floor, and Jessup's face loomed, wedge-shaped and oddly white, through the shadows. "They're gone," he repeated, with a curious, nervous hesitancy of manner. "I know. You said that before.
These points were not brought out clearly enough. They did not grip. They did not get home as they should. There was a good deal of talk in all the advertising about the beauty of the new apparatus; about the refinement of its finish; about its workmanship, and many other things which, to Jessup's mind, detracted from the main issue.
The informer was anonymous, and one of the letters had been extorted from her mother by Jane's urgent solicitations. This I had frequently perused, and the penmanship was still familiar to my recollection. It bore a striking resemblance to the superscription of this letter, and was equally remote from Miss Jessup's ordinary handwriting.
Besides its mail, Green Valley usually buys two cents' worth of yeast and a dozen of baker's buns and then goes down the street and orders its regular groceries at Jessup's. Jessup's has been the one Green Valley grocery store ever since the flood or thereabout, so venerable an establishment is it.
He was awful thick with Tex, though, an' mebbe that's the reason Miss Mary thinks so much of him. She took his death mighty hard, believe me!" With a mind groping after hidden clues, Stratton subconsciously disentangled the various "hes" and "hims" of Jessup's slightly involved remark. "Pop Daggett told me about his being thrown and breaking his neck," he said presently.
Jessup's delivery boy, driving back from his last trip, was larruping his horse and careful Ellen Nuby was taking in her clotheslines. On the back porch of the Brownlee bungalow Jocelyn was shaking a white tablecloth, for the Brownlees had supper early. Jocelyn flapped and flapped, then folded the cloth neatly as she had seen Green Valley matrons do. That done, she waited.
The fellow shrank back instinctively, but to Buck's surprise the average Mexican is not noted for daredevil bravery several others behind pushed themselves forward. Suddenly Jessup's voice rose in shrill warning. "Look out, Buck! Behind yuh quick! That guy's got a knife."
If she had no hairpins she put her hair up temporarily with two knitting needles or lead pencils or anything like that that came handy, stopped at Jessup's, bought her hairpins, and while reporting news in Mrs. Green's kitchen did up her hair without the aid of brush, comb or mirror. This trait Fanny came by naturally. She had had a droll grandmother.
And Grandma's up to Billy Evans' trying to keep him from going crazy or I could have borrowed one of hers. So I 'phoned Central to see if she couldn't hunt up somebody to bring me that new corset from Jessup's. Well, who does she get hold of but Denny, just as he's going past with a telegram for Jocelyn Brownlee.
Haven't you boys had enough straying from home for a time?" "We can get some one to go with us and show us the way," urged Walter. "Yes, let the lads go," said Mr. Munson, coming up at that moment. "Where is this place?" asked the Professor. "At Jessup's ranch. It is about ten miles to the southeast of here, just outside the foothills of the range."
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