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"Reckon I'm feelin' as well as could be expected," replied Jim. His head was circled by a bandage that did not conceal the lump where he had been struck. Jim looked a little pale, but he was bright enough. "That was a hell of a biff Snell gave you, the skunk," I remarked with the same cheery assurance. "Russ, I ain't accusin' Snell," remonstrated Jim with eyes that made me thoughtful.
"I also understand," he goes on, "that you have shown yourself to be somewhat quick witted in emergencies." "I must have a good press agent, then," says I, glancin' accusin' at Mr. Ellins. But Old Hickory shakes his head. "I suspect that was my friend, Major Wellby," says he. "Oh!" says I. "The one I rescued the wire spools for? A lucky break, that was." "Mr.
But now I know by your behaviour that you're guilty, that you were the ringleader of the despicable gang. I'm not accusin' you. I repeat that I'm not in the vigilance service; I'm not a policeman. I may tell you, however, that I knew your evil reputation before I engaged you to take charge of my outfit. I trusted you, Nick, and you did not betray my trust.
"Are you accusin' me, you durned hulk?" shrieked the hardware dealer fiercely. "I wasn't," remarked Peter, calmly. "But if you like, I will. I'm not a heap particular. And there'd be just about as much sense in doing so as there is in your accusations against Jim." "Hark at him, fellers," cried the furious Smallbones, pointing at the big man. "He's his friend he'd sell his stinkin' soul for him.
But he fu'give 'em, fu' he said, 'De sperit is willin' but de flesh is weak. We know dat dey is times w'en de eyes grow sandy, an' de haid grow heavy, an' we ain't accusin' ouah brothah, nor a-blamin' him fu' noddin'. But what we do blame him fu' is fu' 'ceivin' us, an' mekin' us believe he was prayin' an' meditatin', w'en he wasn' doin' a blessed thing but snoozin'."
In that swift glance, however, Lawler had seen a fleeting gleam of guilt, of insincerity. Lawler laughed shortly a sound that made Simmons shoot another swift glance at him. "How is it that Gary Warden figures on getting cars, Simmons?" said Lawler. Simmons got up, his face flaming with rage. "You're accusin' me of holdin' somethin' back, eh? You're callin' me a liar! You're thinkin' I'm "
"When she keeps a-throwin' skillet lids," came Ransie's antiphony, "and slings b'ilin' water on the best coon-dog in the Cumberlands, and sets herself agin' cookin' a man's victuals, and keeps him awake o' nights accusin' him of a sight of doin's!" "When he's al'ays a-fightin' the revenues, and gits a hard name in the mount'ins fur a mean man, who's gwine to be able fur to sleep o' nights?"
"Ain't ye 'shamed o' this hyar hurrah ye hev kicked up fur nuthin'? accusin' o' Birt wrongful, an' sech?" "Naw; I ain't 'shamed o' nuthin'!" said Nate hardily, springing into the saddle. "I'm a-ridin' ter the SettleMINT ter git word from the assayer 'bout'n the gold ez I hev fund. An' when I rides back I'll be wuth more'n enny man in the mountings or Sparty either!"
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