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"Because when your wife wakes up there's liable to be hell. Call me pronto." "Pard, you're shore she ain't in a stupor or somethin'?" queried Blinky, apprehensively. "Blink, you know she was ill for ten days. Then she drank a lot. Reckon she's knocked out. But there's nothing to worry about, except she'll jump the traces when she comes to." "You mean when she finds out I she we're married?"
Watch our front window after the narrow-gauge gets in, and when we've got the cash inside we'll pull down the shade for a signal. Don't turn him loose till then. I'm counting on you, Tom. Your Old Pard, BOB BUCKLY, Prest. Stockmen's National. The major began to tear the note into small pieces and throw them into his waste basket. He gave a satisfied little chuckle as he did so.
Dere's cutt'roat Langdon up again; here he comes back, looking as tough he'd been fired fer splint de crook! Hello! it's all right Hoo-ray! Lauzanne gits de race!" For already the cry of "All right!" was ringing through the betting ring. "Come on, pard," called Old Bill, eagerly, to Mortimer; "let's go an' rake down de dough."
I am at death's door, and I don't want to smell of tobacco smoke when St. Peter opens the gate." "What, pard, you ain't sick," said Jim, putting his pipe outside of the tent, and coming to me and putting his great big hand on my forehead, as tender as a woman. "Great heavens! you have got the yellow fever. You won't live an hour." That was where Jim failed as a nurse.
He rips it from the rack an' shows at the window as his prey comes runnin' to the rescoo of his pard: "'Oh, you! Virg Sanders! yells Silver Phil. "The second gyard looks up; an' as he does, Silver Phil gives him both bar'ls. Forty-two buckshot; an' that gyard's so clost he stops 'em all!
Spiker 'did' for him in the summer for her board and that of her little girl, and in the winter he and a pard or two rustled for themselves, on bacon, coffee, and that delectable compound of bread and water known as camp sinkers. He got some money for letting the horses from two Eastern outfits run over the surrounding country and eat up the Wyoming government hay.
So I turned it jes' in time an' took it mese'f. She seen how 'twas 'ith me that time at your house, an' she he'ped me git away. I sent her word I'd do the same fer her some day, bless her an' now you tell her we're square! I done the bunglin' fer her sake, but I done it fer you too, pard little pard Mikky!" "Oh, Buck!" Michael knelt beside the poor bed and buried his face in the coverlet.
"I've tied my rope, Lite," Jean drawled, with a little laugh at what might happen. Lite turned his face toward her. "You better not," he warned. "Things are liable to start a-popping when that engine wakes up." "Well, then I'll want both hands for Pard. I've taken a couple of half-hitches, anyway." "You folks want to be ready at the wheels," Lite directed, waiving the argument.
"Thank you," chilled Jean, and permitted Pard to back away from his approach. "Say, you're some rider," he praised tactlessly, and got no reply whatever. Jean merely turned and rode around to where Lite eased his long legs in the stirrups and waited her pleasure. "Shall we help them out, Lite?" she asked distinctly. "I think perhaps we ought to; it's a long walk to town."
"Shore," drawled Larry. "By Heaven! I knew you would," declared Neale, excitedly, and he clenched his fist. "Did you you kill some one?" "Pard, I reckon he's daid," mused the cowboy. "I didn't look to see.... Fust gun I've throwed fer long.... It 'll come back now, shorer 'n hell!" "What 'll come back?" queried Neale. Larry did not answer this. "Who'd you shoot?" Neale went on.
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