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Their polite refusal to indulge in a social glass with the proprietor almost hurt his feelings. "Let us retire to the rear room for a few moments of conversation, if you have the leisure," said Baugh. Once secure in the back room, Stubb opened his talk. "As my friend Mr. Baughman has said, I'm local manager of the Ohio Cattle Company operating in the Strip.
Hold jaw! tell you what, tell you what: am going away on Wednesday at day-break, and in my absence you shall " "What? my good Corporal." "Take charge of Jacobina!" "Take charge of the devil!" cried Peter. "Augh! baugh! what words are those? Listen to me." "I won't!" "You shall!" "I'll be d d if I do!" quoth Peter sturdily. It was the first time he had been known to swear since he was parish clerk.
"Leave things to me," said Baugh. "I'll send a friend around to sound our German, and see what office he thinks he'd like to have." The information sought developed the fact that it was the office of sheriff that he wanted. When the name was furnished, the leader of this scheme wrote it on a card Seigerman, Louie Seigerman, not trusting to memory.
"Tell you, ma'am, you are wrong quite wrong have seen the world old soldier and know how to fry eggs better than any she in the three kingdoms hold jaw mind your own business where's the frying-pan? baugh!"
Baugh now reduced their finances further for a shave, while he meditated how he would launch his scheme. An hour afterwards, he walked up to the bar, and asked, "Is Mr. Seigerman in?" "Dot ish my name, sir," said the man behind the bar. "Could I see you privately for a few minutes?" asked Baugh, who himself could speak German, though his tongue did not indicate it.
He promised me five hundred guineas to make him speak. What all them solemn asses could not compass, that's sweeping in their thousands every quarter, thanks to a discerning public. Baugh! He had heard of a rake-helly dog, with some stuff in his brain-pan, and he came to me and I done it Black Dillon done it ha, ha! that's for the pack of them. Baugh!
Plaskwith extricated himself from the gripe of Philip, and, hurrying from the shop, said, as he banged the door: "Beg my pardon for this to-night, or out you go to-morrow, neck and crop! Zounds! a pretty pass the world's come to! I don't believe a word about your mother. Baugh!" Left alone, Philip remained for some moments struggling with his wrath and agony.
This turn of affairs was looked upon by Stubb and Arab as quite a joke on their leader. But it was no warning to them, and they continued to play their favorite games, Stubb at poker, while Arab gave his attention to monte. Things ran along for a few weeks in this manner, Baugh never wanting for a dollar or the necessary liquids that cheer the despondent.
"On all three divisions of the last round-up there were something like two thousand," replied Baugh. "And this county adjoins the Cattle Country for sixty miles on the north," said Arab, still continuing his musing, "or one third of the Strip.
The race went off with the usual dash, when there were no more bets in sight; and when it ended Baugh buttoned up the top button of his coat, pulled his hat down over his eyes, and walked back from the race track in a meditative state of mind, to meet Stubb and Arab Ab.
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