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"How are you, Laramie?" he asked. "Reckon I'm feelin' as well as could be expected," replied Laramie. His head was circled by a bandage that did not conceal the lump where he had been struck. He looked pale, but was bright enough. "That was a good crack Snecker gave you," remarked Duane. "I ain't accusin' Bo," remonstrated Laramie, with eyes that made Duane thoughtful. "Well, I accuse him.
Old Hickory follows the accusin' look, and next thing I know I'm in the spot light for fair. "Hah!" observes Mr. Ellins. "You, eh?" Now, there's only one rule I got for dealin' with the big boss. I stick to facts and make 'em snappy. "Uh-huh," says I. "Me." "You thought it humorous, I presume," he goes on, "to tell this silly yarn to Captain Killam?" "But he didn't," speaks up Vee.
When Quinnion started his talk oh, it's a song an' dance about you an' her all alone in some damn cabin, trying to crawl out'n the looks of things by accusin' Quinnion of tryin' to shoot you up! well, folks jus' laughed at him. More recent, somebody must have took him serious an' smashed him in the mouth. He looks like it.
He pulled down off the shelf his old stock grudge on Stewart, accusin' him over again of that Greaser murder last fall. Stewart made him look like a fool showed him up as bein' scared of the bandits or hevin' some reason fer slopin' off the trail. Anyway, the row started all right, an' but fer Nels it might hev amounted to a fight.
What on earth do you mean by bein' here?" Her voice was trembly an' accusin' an' reproachful an' glad an' a lot of other things; an' I found it mighty hard to come back with a joke, quick enough to suit me. I felt sort o' flighty, with her big dark eyes lookin' into me, an' while I was stutterin' she opened up on me an' give me a good old-fashioned scoldin' an' I felt dandy.
"By God!" thundered Pollard, springing to his feet and throwing off the mask completely. "You damned skunk, are you accusin' me of crooking the throw of the coin?" Terry waited for the least moment waited in a dull wonder to find himself unafraid. But there was no fear in him. There was only a cold, methodical calculation of chances.
A good many of you folks right here heard him say it. But he never sent her he kept her. Why? Well, that's the question. I shan't answer it. I ain't accusin' nobody. All I say is, what's easy enough for any of you to prove, and that is that it come to light the child had property belongin' to her. Property! land, wuth money!" He paused once more and drew his sleeve across his forehead.
"Yes, mother," replied the girl, a little impatiently; "but you don't seem to see the seriousness of what he charges " "That I do, miss. Am I wantin' in understandin'? George is as innocent as an unborn babe, so what's the odds along o' Hervey's accusin'? It don't amount to a heap o' corn shucks. That boy ain't responsible, I tell ye. He's like to get locked up himself in a luny 'sylum.
"What's the matter with giving Bibbs a chance to live?" he said, coolly. "I would if I were you. You've had TWO that went into business." Sheridan's mouth moved grotesquely before he could speak. "Joe Gurney," he said, when he could command himself so far, "are you accusin' me of the responsibility for the death of my son James?" "I accuse you of nothing," said the doctor.
"What did he do to yuh, that you had to go t' work and shoot him? He warn't your dog, he was mine! I must say you're gittin' high-an'-mighty, Billy Louise, comin' here shootin' my dog and accusin' Charlie and me to our faces uh bein' thieves. And your maw not cold in 'er grave yit! I must say you're gitting too high-an'-mighty fer old Marthy.
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