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N-now, I 'm a plain s-s-sorter man, an' I m-make bold ter ask ye a m-mighty plain sorter qu-question is that there M-M-Mercedes on the squar?" He stood there motionless before her, a vast, uncertain bulk in the dim light, but he was breathing hard, and the deep earnestness of his voice had impressed her strongly.
He ride me till he drop dead, swift, quick, like de bird fly. So I make eet all right, señor. You see ven de daylight come I be San Juan. Den I make mooch fun for de Señor Farnham sure I do." "I-I reckon you 'll m-make it all right, l-l-little girl," answered the man regretfully, his voice hushed to a low growl, "b-but jest the same I a-ain't so darn g-g-glad ter l-let yer go.
The husband-elect listened, nodded, and spoke up. "I'll pay you two dollars." Blister looked at the bride reproachfully. "L-lady, if you ain't worth s-six dollars to him you ain't worth a c-cent. But I'll show you how good a sport I am. I'll m-make you a wedding present of the j-job. Got any witnesses?" "Do we have to have witnesses?" asked Bob helplessly.
It'll be up to you to m-make it mighty onsafe for him. Go through to a finish that once an' the boys will begin sizin' you up an' wonderin' about you. Those show-me lads will have to get evidence about 'steen times before they'll believe." "I'll never be able to stick it. I'm such a so timid," Dillon groaned. The justice bristled. "H-hell's bells! What's ailin' you, Texas man?
With his hands raised a little way above the level of his shoulders, he stood rigidly at bay in the circle of light. "Well," he croaked at last, "go ahead and shoot. I ain't aimin' to be took not by no woman. Shoot, damn you, and have it done with. I'm waitin'!" "Keep up those hands!" "I won't!" He lowered them defiantly. "I w-wanted to m-make Partridgeville and see the old lady.
"Well?" she said, still smiling, but her scarlet under-lip trembled a little; then: "Yes, you may say what you wish what I I wish you to say. There can be no harm in talking about it. But will you be very gentle with me? Don't m-make me cry; I h-have I am t-trying to remember how it feels to laugh once more."
"If you're expectin' me to throw up my hat an' shout, Blister, I got to disappoint you," Dud replied. "I like 'em man-size." "I'm p-puttin' him in yore charge." "You ain't either," the range-rider repudiated indignantly. "To m-make a man of him." "Hell's bells! I'm no dry nurse to fellows shy of sand. He can travel a lone trail for all of me." "Keep him kinda encouraged."
"I'm a s-showin' y-you the best f-free-millin' proposition outside of C-California," Judge George Petty stammered in his eagerness. "That there mine'll m-make ten m-men rich. They's stringers in that there ledge that'll run $5,000 $10,000 to the ton. I t-tell you, sir, the 'B-Bouncin' B-Bess' ain't no m-mine she's a b-bonanza!
"I, Caradoc Smith-Wentworth, can't think of going to stand watch for a gang of siz-seasick navvies an' a t-toady American Yankee Not!" he reiterated and laughed in tipsy irony. A flush of anger went over Madden. He reached down suddenly and caught up the demijohn. "You you bet' not drink th-that, y-you little bossy Yankee; it-it'll m-make you d-drunk." "You sot!" trembled Madden.
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