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He threw it wide open; Virginia's startled glance could just make out two swarthy faces, singularly dark and unprepossessing, in the candlelight. She experienced a swift flood of fear that she couldn't understand: then forced it away as an absurdity. "We we mushin' over to Yuga been over Bald Peak way," Joe said stumblingly. "Didn't know no one was here. Want a bunk here to-night."
Thought you'd give Bully West the slip, you'n' that li'l' hell-cat. Talk about Porcupine Creek, eh? Tried to send me mushin' over there while you'n' her " What the fellow said sent a hot wave creeping over the girl's face to the roots of her hair. The gambler did not speak, but his eyes, filmed and wary, never lifted from the other's bloated face. Hell's hinges, Bully West's no fool!
"If Leviatt has been got," he said, "it must have been you that got him. He told me he was runnin' in with you some day. I kept tellin' him to be careful." Ferguson's eyelashes twitched a little. "Thank you for the compliment," he said. "Aw, hell!" declared the man, sneering. "I wasn't mushin' none!" Stafford had made a sign to the men and some of them dismounted and approached the two rustlers.
As they stood for a moment on the threshold of the doorway Hollis seized Ten Spot's hand and gripped it heartily. "I want to thank you, my friend," he said earnestly. Ten Spot jerked his hand away. "Aw, hell!" he said as they sought the darkness of the street, "I ain't mushin' none. But," he added, as a concession to his feelings, "I reckon to know a white man when I see one!"
When they talked, it was because they had something to say. The Canadian looked at his friend's new gun-case and remarked with a gleam in his eye: "I spoke for that first, Tom. Had miners on it, I thought." The American laughed sardonically. "It was a present for a good boy," he explained. "I've a notion somebody was glad I was mushin' with you on this trip. Maybe you can guess why.
Neal had said that they had seen Calumet when he had been racing up and down the river trail; they had suspected he had been after Sharp or Telza, and had followed him. No doubt they were afflicted with a great curiosity. They were playing for time in order to discover his errand. "I reckon we'll get along without mushin'," suggested Calumet. "What terms are you talkin' about?"
We mean business. Will you come?" Daylight extended his hand and shook. "Then you'd best be gettin' to bed," Elijah advised. "We're mushin' out at six, and four hours' sleep is none so long." "Mebbe we ought to lay over a day and let him rest up," Finn suggested. Daylight's pride was touched. "No you don't," he cried. "We all start at six. What time do you-all want to be called? Five?
It made me feel some cheap when you showed me you trusted me, with me treatin' you like I did; but if it's any satisfaction to you, I'm tellin' you that all the time I was treatin' you mean I felt like kickin' myself. "I reckon that's all. Don't get the idea that I'm doin' any mushin'. It's just the plain truth, an' I've had to tell you.
"I mean that while you was dancin' and philanderin' with other women, Gordon Elliot was buckin' a blizzard to save the life of the girl you both claimed to love. He was mushin' into fifty miles of frozen hell while you was fillin' up with potted grouse and champagne. Simultaneous with the lame goose and the monkey singlestep you was doin, this lad was windjammin' through white drifts.
"You got any love talk in there between the man an' the girl?" he questioned. "Of course." "That's mighty interestin'," he returned. "I expect they do a good bit of mushin'?" "They do not talk extravagantly," she defended. "Then I expect it must be pretty good," he returned. "I don't like mushy love stories." And now he turned and looked fairly at her.
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