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Major-General Webb commanded on the left of our line, and had his own regiment under the orders of their beloved colonel. Neither he nor they belied their character for gallantry on this occasion; but it was about his dear young lord that Esmond was anxious, never having sight of him save once, in the whole course of the day, when he brought an order from the Commander-in-Chief to Mr. Webb.
Among the names that graced the official roster, during the brief span of the trail days, were the brothers Ed, Jim, and "Bat" Masterson, Wyatt Earp, Jack Bridges, "Doc" Holliday, Charles Bassett, William Tillman, "Shotgun" Collins, Joshua Webb, Mayor A.B. Webster, and "Mysterious" Dave Mather. The puppets of no romance ever written can compare with these officers in fearlessness.
"Of which Webb already claims sixty-five." "Claims!" growled Galt. "He may claim the whole confounded lot if he wants to. The question is will he get them?" "He will if Rann can manage it. It isn't mere party bitterness that actuates that man there's a good deal of personal spite mixed with it. He hates Burr." "Oh, I dare say.
But I doubt if any outlaw there, possibly excepting Buck Duane, ever equaled Poggin. You've heard of this Duane?" "Yes, a little," replied Duane, quietly. "I'm from southern Texas. Buck Duane then is known out here?" "Why, man, where isn't his name known?" returned Colonel Webb. "I've kept track of his record as I have all the others.
Rudge was ordered to make a wide sweep to the east, so as to get around them, and that's what took him so long. He left not two hours after Kennedy." In spite of his years of frontier service and training in self control, Webb felt, and others saw, that his face was paling.
She was a sad flirt, and she led him a dance." "He liked it," said the girl. "But, if you will give my message to Tom, I won't come in. I am looking for Dudley Webb, and I see his mother at her gate. Good-bye! Be sure and tell Tom to come Sunday." She nodded brightly, lifted her muslin skirts, and recrossed the street.
"Your case is mighty weak yet, Cal." "But he claims it was so hard that they used it for a grindstone." "I did not!" disclaimed Webb indignantly. An accusing groan met this statement. "I tell you I didn't say anything of the kind," roared Webb, his bull voice overtopping them all. "Well, what did you say, then?" challenged Calhoun Bennett.
Yes, sir, Webb, you're a prince-consort; and if I was you, I'd start a interregnum or a habeus corpus or somethin'; and I'd be king if I had to turn from the bottom of the deck." Baldy emptied his glass to the ratification of his Warwick pose. "Baldy," said Webb, solemnly, "me and you punched cows in the same outfit for years.
The journalists who acompanied him across in a boat were careful in their observations, and were men whose accuracy could be depended on. The temperature of the water was about 65 degrees. Webb never complained of cold. For the first 15 hours the weather was fine.
"Oh," said Capt. Webb, "it is all very well for you to talk about energy and all that kind of thing, but I assure you that a residence of four or five years on this island, among such people as are here, would make you feel that it was a hopeless task to resist the influence of the example by which the most energetic spirits are subdued, and to which they must submit in time, sooner or later.
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