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Drawing out the beheaded bottle, he was relieved to find that it still held a tablespoonful or more; and that his handkerchief was saturated with the precious fluid. He sucked a mouthful from it with keen satisfaction: then, using it for a wad, plugged up the bottle; and undaunted by bruises, dizziness, torn hands, and smarting feet, lost no time in starting afresh.
"I recognized him, too," interrupted Cleek. "My friend of the midnight visit, and the plugged pillow. I'm not likely to forget that face in a day's march, I can promise you. And with Borkins! Well, that was to be expected, of course. The next thing to consider is what the devil has a common sailor or factory-hand to do with a chap like Dacre Wynne? Or Merriton, for that matter.
"I reckon not," agreed the rancher. "And how's things down Sour Creek way?" asked Jig. "Trouble busting every minute," said the other. "Murder, gun scrapes, brawls in the hotel to beat anything I ever see. The town is sure going plumb to the dogs at this rate!" "You don't say! Well, I heard something about a gent named Quade being plugged." "Him? He was just the beginning just the start!
He drowned with a jet of tobacco juice a Gila monster that was staring at him and took a savage delight in its frantic efforts to bury itself. Soon he heard Skinny swear and he sung out: "What's the matter, Skinny? Git plugged again?" "Naw, bugs ain't they mean?" Plaintively asked his friend. "They ain't none over here. What kind of bugs?" "Sufferin' Moses, I ain't no bugologist! All kinds!"
The jam itself started with every indication of meaning business, gained momentum for a hundred feet, and then plugged to a standstill. The "break" was abortive. Now we all had leisure to notice two things. First, the movement had not been of the whole jam, as we had at first supposed, but only of a block or section of it twenty rods or so in extent.
Maybe it's one of them presumptions. I've got half a notion to light out in the morning before day. The Guadalupe country is burning up about that old Dutchman I plugged down there." "You are not afraid no one could make my brave little one fear." "Well, I haven't been usually regarded as a jack-rabbit when it comes to scrapping; but I don't want a posse smoking me out when I'm in your jacal.
"Look hyar, mister for I s'pose we must call a gentleman `mister' who speaks so fine an' looks so fine, tho' he be's an Injun it's mighty easy to settle who hut the bird. That thing's a fifty or tharabouts; Killbar's a ninety. 'Taint hard to tell which has plugged the varmint. We'll soon see;" and, so saying, the hunter stepped off towards the tree on which hung the gruya, high up.
And this is what we git for your gittin' red-headed about a ole Mexican sheep-herder. But, honest, Pete, you sure come clost to gittin' yours. Gary mebby wouldn't 'a' pulled on you but he'd 'a' sure trimmed you if Bailey hadn't stepped in." "He'd never put a hand on me," stated Pete. "You mean you'd 'a' plugged 'im?" "I'm meanin' I would." "But, hell, Pete, you ain't no killer!
Here, take this end forward and make it fast around the cleat. Pass it outside that stanchion, you chump! Catch, Harry! All right! Get a move on, fellows!" Off plugged the tender, Joe bending furiously at the short oars, the big cable paying out astern.
Plugged in the upper works, the Corporal, poor beggar! but he'd managed to stick on somehow until they got to the Hospital. Have you ever had to deal with a woman in hysterics?" Beauvayse nods sagely. "Once or twice." "Once is an experience that lasts a man all his lifetime. Phew!" Captain Bingo mops his large pink face. "Never had such a dressing-down in my life."
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