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"You you've got the White Moll?" She forced the words from her lips, striving to keep her voice steady and in control, and to infuse into it an ironical incredulity. "Sure!" he said complacently. "The showdown comes to-night. In another hour or so we'll have her where we want her, and " "Oh!" She laughed almost hysterically in relief. "I thought so! You haven't got her yet.
The only chance for the party was to get help to it from the ranch. "All right. If anybody plays out beside her try to keep him going. If it comes to a showdown leave him for me to pick up. Don't let him stop the whole outfit." "Sure. Better leave me that bottle of whisky. So-long." "You're going to ride, I reckon?" "Yes. I'll have to." "Get up on my horse and I'll give her to you.
Pete, taken by surprise, Boca's mother had spoken just when Pete had asked Boca where her father kept the horses, stammered an acknowledgment of her presence; but the Mexican woman did not seem to hear him. "To-night," she continued, "Boca will find a horse. It is good that you go but not that you go to Showdown." "I sure want to thank you both.
And The Spider unhesitatingly chose Pete as his representative, realizing that Pete was shrewdly capable, fearless, and to be trusted. Toward evening of the third day out of Showdown, Pete came upon a most unexpected barrier to his progress a wire fence stretching east and west; a seemingly endless succession of diminishing posts.
He rapidly took up his opponent's hand and spread them face up before the astonished eyes of the gambler. There were only three, instead of four aces, with a jack and deuce. "I had you beat on the showdown, Bart. Really, I am surprised!" Then to the profane delight of Red, he carelessly opened his hand, exposing the missing ace which he had adroitly palmed.
He knew that if he once earned Pete's gratitude, he would have one stanch friend. Moreover, The Spider was exceedingly crafty, always avoiding trouble when possible to do so. So he set about weaving the blanket that was to hide Pete from any one who might become too solicitous about his welfare and so disturb the present peace of Showdown.
And what would happen if he, Shann, suddenly stopped being the other's obedient underling and demanded a few explanations here and now? Only Shann knew enough about men to also know that he would not get any information out of Thorvald that the latter was not ready to give, and that such a showdown, coming prematurely, would only end in his own discomfiture.
What do they say?" demanded Kenleigh feverishly. "Mr. Kenleigh," said Meighan soberly, "there's been a little feud on in the underworld for the last few months. It came to a showdown to-night, and the man that won played in luck he's killed two birds with one stone, I guess. It looks damned black for your bonds, I'm afraid." "They're they're gone?" faltered Kenleigh.
"Put up your gun, Ed," said the chief, addressing the deputy who had The Spider covered. "He's fooled us, proper." "Let 'em out, one at a time," and The Spider gestured to the Mexican, Manuelo. "And tell your friends," he continued, addressing the chief deputy, "that Showdown is run peaceful and that I run her." When they were gone The Spider turned to Pete. "Want to ride back to Concho?"
I had been prepared up to the time the optophone reported the fire to dash over and fight it out at close quarters with two as desperate and resourceful men as underworld conditions in New York at that time had created. Instead we saw no one at all. The robbers had evidently worked in seconds instead of minutes, realizing that they must take no risks in a showdown with Garrick.
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