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"Where's the wound at?" he asked. The young fellow showed him. "J-June, you go get Doc T-Tuckerman," Blister ordered. She flew to obey. The fat man opened the shirt. "Look out for the blood," Bob said, still faintly. "Ouch!" Blister's hand was traveling slowly next to the flesh. "N-no blood here," he said. "Why, I felt it." "R-reckon not, son." Blister exposed his hand in the moonlight.
"I-I want yer t-t-ter love me." "No comprende, señor." "O-oh, yes yer do. L-Lord! didn't I t-tell it all ter yer s-s-straight 'nough last n-night? Maybe I ain't m-much on ther t-talk, but I r-reckon I sh-sh-shot that all right. C-can't yer make over th-that like inter l-love somehow?"
It was hardly more than a scratch, but while the doctor was making his preparations the puncher went pale as service-berry blossoms. He sat down, grown suddenly faint. The bite of a mad dog held sinister possibilities. Blister fussed around cheerfully until the doctor had finished. "Every silver l-lining has got its cloud, don't you r-reckon? Here's Jake Houck now, all s-set for a massacree.
"I r-reckon not. Leastwise, don't s-s-sorter seem to r-recall no such n-name, Miss. Was the g-gent a f-friend o' your 'n?" "Y-yes. He is a mining engineer, and, I have been told, is under engagement at the 'Little Yankee." Brown's eyes hardened, looking down into the upturned face, and his hands clinched in sudden awakening suspicion. "You d-did, hey?" he questioned sullenly.
C-c-carried two b-bucks 'hind ther sh-shaft-house; h-h-hurt some, I 'speck. R-reckon I must a' g-got both on 'em. Y-y-you shore ought t-ter wear t-t-telescopes, Bill." Hicks stared at his partner, his gray goat-beard sticking straight out, his teeth showing. "So yer got 'em, hey?" he retorted, savagely. "Oh, ye 're chain-lightnin', yer are, Stutter.
Haines was slumped far down in a big armchair out of which he overflowed prodigally. His feet were on a second chair. Bob wakened him ruthlessly. He sat up blinking. Bob started to speak. He stopped him with a fat uplifted hand. "I r-reckon I know what you want, y-young man," he said. Blister Haines, J. P., was by way of being a character. His waggish viewpoint was emphasized by a slight stutter.
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