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Probably broke his neck. That deer ran a hundred yards with the lion. See, here's the trail left where the lion dragged the deer off." A well-defined path showed across the swale. "Girls, you'll see that deer pretty quick," declared Dale, starting forward. "This work has just been done. Only a few minutes ago." "How can you tell?" queried Bo. "Look! See that grass.
He glanced back, saw that Bland had gone into the cleft, and hurried on to where he had buried the gasoline in the sand behind a jagged splinter of rock in a shallow niche. "Well, the Jane changed her mind, did she?" Bland commented when Johnny arrived at the plane with the gas. "Thought she would. Walking twenty miles ain't no sunshine, if you ask me. Better have the tank full-up, bo.
You'd think after I gave Gungadhura the key and all, he'd have the courtesy to use it and draw the nails! His head can't ache enough to suit me! Me for the princess! If I'd any scruples, believe me, bo, they're vanished gone Vamoosed! That young woman's going to win against the whole darned outfit, English, Indian and all! Me for her! Chamu! Where's Chamu? Why aren't the lamps lit?"
And while I was waiting for the next I must 'a' et something poison. I was awful sick. I guess it was ten days or so before I come to enough to know where I was. I've had hard luck, bo I'll say I have. I was robbed while I was sick, and only for a tambourine queen I got acquainted with, I guess I'd 'a' died. They're treacherous as hell, though.
Bailey objected to being addressed as "bo," and he was annoyed that Steve should have guessed the truth respecting his overnight movements. Still more was he annoyed that Steve's material mind should attribute to a surfeit of lobster a pallor that was superinduced by a tortured soul. "I did ah take supper last night, it is true," he said. "But if I am a little pale to-day, that is not the cause.
Three reporters came at him so impetuously that the foremost man skidded on the polished floor and all but fell. Bland was plucking at his elbow and whispering, "You let me handle the publicity, bo!" The clerk was staring at him, both palms planted firmly on the desk, and men were pushing up and craning for a look at him.
I ain't got the nerve, either, to look at Sadie while I'm doin' the introducin'. I was watchin' Mrs. Hackett Wells sort of fascinated and listenin' to her chatter on. "Well, if this don't froth the eggs!" says she, pattin' me chummy on the shoulder. "Havin' you show up like this! And, say, lemme put you wise, here's where you want to stick around for a week or so. Yea, Bo!
"How's my girl?" he asked, just as naturally as if he had been gone a few days on some errand of his employer's. "Bo? Oh, she's well fine. I I rather think she'll be glad to see you," replied Helen, warmly. "An' how's thet big Indian, Dale?" he drawled. "Well, too I'm sure." "Reckon I got back heah in time to see you-all married?"
"Perhaps the bearer of this note, Bo Muzem, may be induced to purchase them, so that they also may be ransomed. "Henry Blount." This letter Harry folded, and directed to "Any English merchant in Mogador." By the time it was written, Bo Muzem had mounted and made himself ready for the road.
Rugged and gnarled, but not tall, these trees spread wide branches, the leaves of which were yellowing. Roy led into a grassy glade, and, leaping off his horse, rifle in hand, he prepared to shoot at something. Again Bo cried out, but this time it was in delight.
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