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Frowenfeld, take right hold of the acacia-bush." M. Grandissime did not smile. Frowenfeld winced. "I think they have." "And you think restitution should be made them, no doubt, eh?" "I do." "At any cost?" The questioner showed a faint, unpleasant smile, that stirred something like opposition in the breast of the apothecary. "Yes," he answered.
Borlan?" queried Ruger. "I reckon we'd better," answered the unscathed. "And while you are waiting, you had better take a cursory glance at Mr. Watson," suggested Ruger. "At the present time he is reposing in the shade of an acacia-bush, just back of the late lamented William Foster's rural habitation. Good-morning, gentlemen; and don't get impatient." If Mr.
Watson was still enjoying the shade of the acacia-bush. In fact, he couldn't get away, which Mr. Ruger well knew. "It's all up with me, Gulchers," whispered Watson. "Ruger was too many for me, and I ought to have known it. You'll find Bill Foster's dust in a flour-sack, in my cabin. My respects to Borlan when you see him, and tell him I beg his pardon for discommoding him.
About an hour before sunset we perceived in the near distance a solitary horseman; but as his face was turned the other way he did not see us. "He looks like one of our fellows," observed Carmen, after scanning him closely. "All the same, he may not be. Let us slip behind this acacia-bush and watch his movements." The man himself seemed to be watching.
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