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Wackhorn has introduced Bill as his ex-assistant, who's gone West and got himself a job as chaplain in a State prison, and Aunt Laura loses her breath tryin' to apologize to both of 'em at once. Think of that! We'd been playin' him for all kinds of a crook, and here he was a sure enough minister!
The boys would have passed on with only a momentary glance at the pair but for something that occurred as they came opposite. They saw the big man raise a horse-whip and lash savagely at the young man. The lash cracked like the shot of a revolver. "I'll teach you!" fairly roared the big man. "I'll teach you to soldier on me! Playin' off, that's what you are, Link Bardon! Playing off!"
"If he'd 'a' read off the names, or stopped quite a spell between the pieces, I'd 'a' done fust-rate. He was playin' 'em nice. I could see the folks liked 'em." He smiled at her kindly. Sergia smiled back. "Yes, they like MacDowell. They think they understand him when they know which it is." Her smile had grown frank, like a boy's. "But which did you like best of all?"
But they've got to play the hands dealt 'em without knowin' what we're holdin'." "They've prob'ly got rifles, an' we haven't." "It's a cinch they've got rifles. But they won't dare use 'em. How do they know we're playin' this alone? First off, I'll mention that I sent Buck back to tell the boss we'd taken the trail after them. That puts it up to them to act reasonable whether they want to or not.
Do I have to see any books to know that you're playin' a straight game? It was a matter of needin' a little time, wa'n't it, and bein' rushed off your feet when you didn't expect the move? I could guess that much from the start. All I want to ask is, how's the mine gettin' on, the Glory Be, you know?" He looks at his feet for a second or so and kind of flushes.
Our barrage cut off a bit of Fritzie's trench an' we ran right ahead juss about dawn an' occupied it. I'll be goddamned if it wasn't as quiet as a Sunday morning at home." "It was!" said his friend. "An' I had a bunch of grenades an' a feller came runnin' up to me, whisperin', 'There's a bunch of Fritzies playin' cards in a dug- out. They don't seem to know they're captured.
The doggone loon still thought the was playin' football, I don't reckon a railroad wreck would give one o' them football players a single new sensation. He jumps up after a minute, shakes himself, an' seems as good as new. I was for lettin' the Chinks go, an' gettin' indoors; but not for him, so we ties 'em; but I ain't a mite easy in my mind.
Then we can go talk to Genesis." "Who?" "Genesis. He's puttin' a load of coal in the cellar window with a shovel. He's nice." "What's he put the coal in the window for?" "He's a colored man," said Jane. "Shall we go talk to him now?" "No," Jane said, thoughtfully. "Let's be playin' callers when mamma comes to tell us to go 'way. What was your name?" "Rannie." "No, it wasn't."
There were three engines, and the men were up on the window-sills of the second-floor with the branches, playin' on the last of the flames, while the men of the salvage-corps were getting the furniture out of the first floor. Conductor Brown was there with his escape, and had saved a whole family from the top floor, just before I arrived.
"But he says he isn't playin' that game." Sue shook her head. She did not know what it all meant, nor why Bunny was hanging in such a queer way. But Grandpa Brown would make it all right. Sue was sure of that. "There he is! There's Bunny upside down!" cried Sue, pointing to the tree in which Bunny was hanging by his feet. "Oh, my!" cried Grandpa Brown.
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