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The shock of his body sent Tusk backwards, tripping him over a desk where both men went down in a heap. Almost before they struck the floor the newcomer cried to her: "Git the critter 'n' ride, Schoolteacher! Hit's yo' only chance!"
Higginbotham had spread the truth about Lowe's part in the drugged liquor and the schoolteacher had received pointed advice to leave the town. He lost no time. Dr.
"You'll find," said the schoolteacher eagerly, "that I can stand it amazingly well. I'll I'll be far, far stronger than you expect!" "Somehow I kind of believe it. But it's for your own fool sake, son, that I don't want you along." "Let me try," pleaded Jig eagerly. The other shook his head and seemed to change his mind in the very midst of the gesture. "Why not?" he asked himself.
"They ain't any danger now. Turn around here and buck up. Keep your chin high and look a man in the face, will you?" Slowly the arm descended. He found himself looking into a white and tortured face. His respect for the schoolteacher rose somewhat. The very fact that the little man could endure such pain in silence, no matter what that pain might be, was something to his credit.
Here he had stood foot to foot with the strong man of the sheeplands, the strangler, the fierce, half-insane terror of peaceful men, and had come off the victor. He had fought this man in his own house, where a man will fight valiantly, even though a coward on the road, and had left him senseless on the floor. It was something for a schoolteacher, counted a mild and childlike man.
Here, Larsen, put your hand on this and swear you're telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. They ain't going to be any bum testimony taken in this court. We ain't going to railroad this lynching through." He caught a glistening light of gratitude in the eyes of the schoolteacher. Riley's own breast swelled with a sense of virtue.
And the schoolmistress had actually paid no attention to him, but with merely heightened color had drawn the children out of his way and passed on without a word. The first citizen, raging inwardly, but trying to appear unconcerned, walked rapidly back to his house. On the street of his own town, before the eyes of men, he had been snubbed by a school-teacher. And such a schoolteacher! Mr.
Still he lingered, dreading that the truth might out, and so heard the talk turn to a new channel Cold Feet. Cold Feet meant many things to Sour Creek; to Arizona, the schoolteacher meant only one thing twenty-five-hundred dollars. And Arizona was broke. To his hungry ear came the tidings: "I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you the layout for finding Cold Feet.
Her dress was an ancient purple-and-white print, too long and too large except over the chest, where it held her like a straight waistcoat. "You had better take off your hat, Flora," said Sophia. She turned suddenly to Amanda. "Did you fill the water-pitcher in that chamber for the schoolteacher?" she asked severely. She was quite sure that Amanda had not filled the water-pitcher.
But this afternoon, as she went out, she forgot the basket entirely. "I'll go to Mrs. Bell," soliloquized the worried schoolteacher. "But how to explain what I can't understand! Some people would call this thing just natural depravity. But I love these girls. As I think back, every year, in the early summer, I've always had something of this sort of thing to puzzle over.
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