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For a moment the saloonkeeper's shrewd eyes surveyed the newcomer, and, as they did so, a quiet, derisive contempt slowly curled his thin lips. "Wal?" he inquired, in the harsh drawl Bill was beginning to get accustomed to since he had traveled so far from his eastern home. Bill laughed. He always seemed ready to laugh.
Thomas to himself, "that a man of his education and ability should be engaged in such accursed business." After refusing the saloonkeeper's offer Mr. Thomas found a job of work. It was not a job congenial to his feelings, but his motto was, "If I do not see an opening I will make one." After he had turned from Mr.
Ericson sniffed. "Well, she has a fair half section in her own name, but I can't see as that does Olaf much good. She will have a good deal of property some day, if old Vavrika don't marry again. But I don't consider a saloonkeeper's money as good as other people's money." Nils laughed outright. "Come, Mother, don't let your prejudices carry you that far. Money's money.
"They done it," returned O'Brien calmly, his eyes riveted upon the leaning tree. Mike thrust his hands into the tops of his trousers. "It sure was time to quit," he said with satisfaction. The saloonkeeper's only comment was to rub his hands in a sort of malicious glee. Then in a moment, he pointed at the straining guide. "It's got way," he cried. "Look, she's spinning. The rope.
As he poured out the poison, the saloonkeeper's wife came in, and confidently asked for $500 to purchase an elegant shawl she had seen at the store of Jordan, March & Co.. He drew from his pocket a well-filled pocketbook, and counted out the money. The man outside the counter pushed aside his glass untouched, and laying down ten cents departed in silence.
Without a word they obeyed, and stood quietly by as he examined the wound, and did what he could to stop the flow of blood. "Close call, that," they heard him say. "Concussion. The ball's in here yet; it must come out." Presently he turned and looked toward Perdue. "Haven't you a private corner somewhere for this chap?" he asked. The saloonkeeper's face was surly.
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