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He did not believe that the man knew how to smile. To imagine Jim Courtot laughing was to fancy a statue laughing. 'When there's a big game pulled off and I'm not there, kid, he answered when he was good and ready to answer, 'it's because there's a bigger game somewhere else. And I'm heeled to play in your little game if you think you're man enough to take me on. Barbee snarled at him.
They had bound his head up in a strip torn from an old sheet; the last they saw of him in the uncertain light was this bandage, rising and falling slowly as his horse bore him away. Blenham gone, Barbee and Bill Royce went down to the bunk-house again, slipping in quietly. Steve Packard, alone in the ranch-house, sat smoking his pipe for half an hour.
'Hello, Barbee, said the man in the newly opened door. He came fully into the room and closed the door after him. 'Hello, Courtot, answered Barbee colourlessly.
Bettins is over yonder; he didn't mix in. 'I hope, said Longstreet nervously, 'that you haven't started any trouble on my account. 'No trouble at all, said Howard dryly. Yellow Barbee laughed and went to look at Devine. Ed True was still cursing where he had propped himself up with his back to a rock.
He gave it to Bill Royce to keep for me. You know all that Bill has stood from Blenham; now you know why. There's quite a load of scoundrelism dumped off at Blenham's door. And, thanks to you, we've got the dead wood on him at last!" "What are you goin' to do with him?" Barbee, speaking for the first time since Steve's entrance, was husky-voiced.
His eye, as the game began, registered zest. He remembered former instructions: Each man's first card, dealt face down, was to remain face down until the hand was played out; the owner of that first card, and no other man, had the right to turn up the corner and discover what it was. So when Barbee tossed his card to him, Longstreet wasted no time in peeking at it.
"I met Marguerite and Barbee this afternoon walking together. I suppose she will come back to him at last. But she has had her storm, and he knows it, and he knows there will never be any storm for him. She is another one of those girls of mine not sad, but with half the sun shining on them. But half a sun shining steadily, as it will always shine on her, is a great deal."
The moment was charged with various emotions, as though with contending electrical currents. Bill Royce, championed by a man he had never so much as seen, had given fully of his gratitude and they meant the same thing to Bill Royce of his love; after to-night he'd go to hell for "yellow" Barbee.
"Neither Baldy Barbee nor the Anvil outfit are any friends of mine. I don't even know 'em to speak to." "But I tell you it ain't Baldy Barbee and the Anvil, you wooden-headed floop. If it was them, why would Lanpher be in it? And Nebraska? And Thompson? And Peaches Austin? I dunno exactly what it all means.
They noted Barbee's roan at its hitching-rail; further they glimpsed through a thirsty-looking dusty vine that which Barbee had glimpsed before them. Some one wearing cool, laundered white was out upon the side porch; Barbee's voice, young and eager, low yet vibrant, bespoke Barbee's proximity to the Someone. 'The widow. said Carr. He looked at Howard. 'I'll bet you a hat it's Mrs. Murray, Al.
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