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But Billy, he's been so kinda peaked lately, so sorta gentle, and then again sorta crazy like, just like his mother useta be 'fore her husband left her. I couldn't help worryin'." "Well, now, Miss Saxon, I'll inquire around all I can without rousing any suspicion. You know Billy would hate that." "Oh, I know he would," flushed the little woman nervously.
He rode home to tell my folks I'm not so bad hurt, an' then he's goin' to ride a bee-line into the mountains." Helen's eyes asked what her lips refused to utter. "He's goin' after Dale. I sent him. I reckoned we-all sorta needed sight of thet doggone hunter." Roy had averted his gaze quickly to Bo. "Don't you agree with me, lass?" "I sure do," replied Bo, heartily.
Roger came forward smartly and shook hands with a smile. "We're sorta like a committee," began Dixon. "We've come to sign you up for the Academy sports program." They made themselves comfortable in the room. "You have a chance to take part in three sports. Free-fall wrestling, mercuryball and space chess." Dixon glanced at Houseman and Withrop.
"Wal, the fact of you bein' here, safe an' sound, sorta makes no difference who thet son-of-a-gun was," he said. "Riggs! Harve Riggs!" blazed Bo. "The instant I recognized him I got over my scare. And so mad I burned all through like fire. I don't know what I said, but it was wild and it was a whole lot, you bet. "You sure can ride, he said.
Whatever it was Las Vegas said to them fellars, shore they didn't give him away. Pretty soon more men strolled into Turner's an' there got to be 'most twenty altogether, I reckon. Jeff Mulvey was there with his pards. They had been drinkin' sorta free. An' I didn't like the way Mulvey watched me. So I went out an' into the store, but kept a-lookin' for Las Vegas. He wasn't in sight.
"I reckon I was 'bout fifteen when hones' Abe Lincoln what called hisse'f a rail-splitter come here to talk wid us. He went all th'ough de country jus' a-rantin' an' a-preachin' 'bout us bein' his black brothers. De marster didn' know nothin' 'bout it, 'cause it was sorta secret-lak. It sho' riled de Niggers up an' lots of 'em run away. I sho' hear'd him, but I didn' pay 'im no min'.
"An' when the bees come home with their honey, why, the red ants an' scorpions an' centipedes an' rattlesnakes git busy. I've seen some places in my time, but Benton beats 'em all.... Say, I'll sneak you out at nights to see what's goin' on, an' I'll treat you handsome. I'm sorta " The entrance of Durade cut short Fresno's further speech. "What are you saying to her?" demanded Durade, in anger.
"But I don't want to," and Patty's adorable pout proved her words. "That doesn't matter. Your 'reluctant feet' have to move on whether they wish to or not. Are you bashful?" "Sorta," and Patty put her finger in her mouth, with a shy simper. "You're anything but bashful! You're a coquette!" "Oh, no!" and Patty opened her eyes wide in horror. "Oh, kind sir, DON'T say THAT!"
"It was right after dinner when the old man rode up on Socks, the horse he gen'ally used. He seemed pretty excited for him. He got hold of Tex right away, an' the two of them went off to one side an' chinned consid'able. Then they changed the saddle onto this here paint horse, Socks bein' sorta tuckered out, an' rode off together.
I seen he was sore when the dame turned him down, too, and started right off wondering if maybe it wasn't a jealousy plant. I seen this sorta thing happen before. Not that I blame him for feeling cut up: that was one swell piece of goods you bundled into numba two-thirty." P. Sybarite's cigar dropped unheeded from his lips. "What!" he cried. The detective started.
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