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He looked for a moment as though he were going to faint, then he clutched the edge of the table cloth in a convulsive grip, and shouted with an attempt at his old braggadocio: "It's a lie!" "It's the truth!" Teeters thundered, opposite. "Mullendore confessed. Anyhow, I've got other proof the original owner of the gun who left it at your house when he was a kid. Feller come out." "Disston!"
Teeters, who suddenly dominated the scene from the door of the dining room where he had been listening intently. As if no longer able to contain himself, Teeters strode forward, shaking at Toomey the finger of emphasis: "Then," he cried, "you'll do your suin' from a cell! If I hold in any longer I'm goin' to choke! I'm goin' to speak, if she won't." He motioned towards Kate.
You're a friend of her'n, ain't you?" "To the end of the road," Teeters replied soberly. Bowers nodded. "So somebody told me. Are you goin' to town anyways soon?" "To-morrow." "Good! Will you take a message to Lingle?" Teeters assented.
Teeters looked at him wonderingly but said nothing; instead, he went out in search of the deputy. Lingle was sitting dejectedly on the edge of the sidewalk when Teeters found him, and the deputy returned his spicy greeting dispiritedly. "You look bilious as a cat," said Teeters, eying him. "Why don't you take somethin'?"
"Not unless he's mistook for one of the Outfit, then they might try a chunk of lead on him," Teeters reassured her. Miss Rathburn, having recovered her poise together with her drawl, was regarding the high luster on her nails when Disston came up on the porch before leaving. "I am sorry I was rude, Beth," he said earnestly. "Were you?" indifferently. "I hadn't noticed it."
Teeters glanced at the clock, yawned as he saw that the hands pointed to half past seven, and unhooked his heels from the rung of the chair preparatory to retiring. A horse snorted, and the sound of hoofs on the frozen dooryard brought Teeters to attention. What honest person could be out jamming around this time of night, he wondered.
The horses kept on past the station, but by throwing his weight on one rein Teeters ran them over the flat in a circle until they were winded. Then he brought them dripping and exhausted to the platform, where he said civilly to a bystander, indicating a convenient pickhandle: "If you'll jest knock the 'off' leader down if he bats an eyelash when the train pulls in, I'll be much obliged to you."
"I mean that people are actin' curious them sports inside " he jerked his thumb at the Boosters' Club behind him, "and the authorities." "How do you mean curious?" "Don't show any interest throw a wet blanket over everything as if they wanted to discourage me I'm not sure that they're not tryin' to block me." "But why would they?" Teeters looked incredulous. Lingle shrugged a shoulder.
To others he would never admit that she was anything but perfect, though to himself he acknowledged the hardening process that was going on in her. He saw the growth of the driving ambition which made her indifferent to everything that did not tend to her personal interest. Outside of himself and Teeters, Kate took no interest whatever in individuals.
The present party of millionaire folk seemed to be led by a bewhiskered gentleman in plaid knickerbockers and puttees, who had travelled all the way from Canton, Ohio, in hobnailed shoes in order instantly to be ready for mountain climbing. To a man they trained their cameras upon Teeters, who scowled, displayed his teeth slightly, and looked ferocious and desperate enough to scare a baby.
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