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Kid Wolf had heard something of Skull's reputation, and although it was just accident that had turned him this way, he was filled with a mild curiosity. The Texan never made trouble, but he was hardly the man to avoid it if it crossed his path. As he neared the town, he was rather surprised at its size.
He was of good old New England stock. He was trying to tell me something about his feeling for the Dam because of that when he was killed." Jim was speaking a little brokenly and Pen laid her hand on his arm. "The big dangers on the dam, we try to guard against. We can't even foresee a thing like Iron Skull's sacrifice.
But for my deep-seated convictions that treasure was here somewhere actually buried, we might have had all our labor in vain." "I presume the fancy of the skull of letting fall a bullet through the skull's eye was suggested to Kidd by the piratical flag. No doubt he felt a kind of poetical consistency in recovering his money through this ominous insignium ."
"I shall never cease regretting that I didn't get to see the Makon," she said. Henderson's gray eyes lost their keenness for a moment. "It was hard for me to come up knowing I was to take Iron Skull's job." Pen listened in surprise to his low, gentle voice. "You know, Boss Still Jim, if he'd had a better chance for a education he'd have made his mark. He was just naturally big.
You'll sell him all fair, and hand over the money? If you don't, you know, everything 'ull go to smash, for I've got nothing else to trust to. And you'll have less pleasure in pulling the house over my head, when your own skull's to be broken too." "Aye, aye," said Dunstan, rising; "all right. I thought you'd come round. I'm the fellow to bring old Bryce up to the scratch.
And I'm telling you that when you try to mix colors in camp, you've got to grade their ways of living. Now I went to Mr. Williams, but he's one of these queer nuts who thinks what's good enough for an Injun is good enough for anyone." Jim knew that this was in truth Iron Skull's attitude. He had had no idea, however, that it might breed trouble. He thought rapidly, then spoke slowly.
Penelope helped Jane to put the dinner on the table and the three sat down to eat. The two were eager to hear details of Iron Skull's death, and after Pen had described it to them, Oscar began to talk about Sara. "How long's your husband been bedridden?" he asked. "Oscar!" exclaimed Jane. "Jane, you keep quiet. What's the use of being secret about it? I guess both him and her know he's bedridden."
Bear Claw was Yellow Skull's favorite. The old chief is an expert at torture. I'd like to be on hand to see it. But I've got an idea. Shank, have José dig a grave on Boot Hill make it two of 'em. We've got to get that express money." "And the silver," chuckled the desperado, as he took a farewell drink at the bar. It was some time before the overturned stagecoach could be righted.
Now that I think of it, I did give him a mighty solid smash. Used the butt. He was crawling in here, and naturally I didn't stop to ask for his card. Feel his head." McKay complied. His exploring fingers found only a huge bump under the thick hair. "No, his skull's whole. Didn't even split the scalp. You crowned him hard, but unless he got concussion he's still useful.
But for my deep-seated convictions that treasure was here somewhere actually buried, we might have had all our labor in vain." "I presume the fancy of the skull of letting fall a bullet through the skull's eye was suggested to Kidd by the piratical flag. No doubt he felt a kind of poetical consistency in recovering his money through this ominous insignium."
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