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That was silly, just an emotional reaction; nevertheless, the impulse was real and caused him to yearn poignantly for human comfort. He thought of Ma Briskow, finally. She was human; she had a heart. And Dallas was a sort of homey place; anyhow, the bellboys at the Ajax knew and liked him. That was probably because he had tipped them handsomely, but what of that?
Gus kissed his daughter before saying: "Don't worry, honey; he won't bother you no more." Allie averted her face. Mrs. Briskow inquired, "Did you see the skunk?" "No. I give him a few minutes to clear out." "Hadn't we better leave, too?" ventured Allie. "Oh-h!" In Ma's eyes was such bleak dismay, such a piteous appeal, that Gus shook his head. "What fer?
"Indeed? Who is he?" "I reckon you know," said Briskow. The listener looked up with quickened interest; there was a sharp ring to his voice when he said: "Let me get this right." "You're the only man I ever knowed that I'd bank my life on. An' you're smart. You wouldn't take Buddy, but mebbe you'd kinda take me; take all of us. I tell you I'm skeered!"
The Briskow children possessed each other's fullest confidence, hence Ozark took the first occasion to show his gift to Allegheny, and to tell her in breathless excitement all about that wonderful afternoon. "He said he'd a mind to lick me, an' I bet he could 'a' done it, too," the boy concluded. "Lick you? Hunh!" "Oh, he's hard-boiled! That's why I like him.
"But," Gray protested, in even a milder voice, "you probably wouldn't want to wear expensive jewelry in the garden." Miss Briskow held her hand high, admiring the play of light upon the facets of the splendid jewel, then she voiced a complacent thought that has been variously expressed by other women better circumstanced than she "If we can afford to buy 'em, I reckon we can afford to wear 'em."
"We had a show-down at the bank. Henry Nelson and I locked horns and But here! Read what he signed. That cleans the slate. He'll do anything further that may be necessary, officially. Where's "Bob"?" "They're fishin' for a bit in one of your Avenger wells. She's out there." "So? I'd forgotten." "Did you see ? Did Buddy have a talk with you? To-day, I mean?" "Buddy? Oh, Buddy Briskow!
Matters of moment were at issue there, and with a love affair of his own upon his mind he could think of no undertaking less to his taste than this: of saving a young fool from his folly. He could expect no thanks, if he succeeded, and if he failed he would in all probability incur Buddy's enmity, if not that of the whole Briskow family. Families are like that.
Gus Briskow was waiting at the cashier's desk for his bill when the bustle of incoming guests told him that the morning train had arrived. Probably it had brought that "gentleman of importance" to whom the manager had referred. "To hell with people like that manager!" the Texan muttered. He would take his family back home and chance no more humiliations like this.
Only now and then did a few rods of smooth going permit the chauffeur to take his attention from the streak of illumination ahead long enough to light another cigarette, a swift maneuver, the dexterity of which bespoke long practice. "Yes. And I made a good sale," the passenger declared. With pride he announced the size of the Briskow check. "J'ever see a dame the size of that gal?"
"Frankly, I didn't enjoy it." "Bah!" Margie turned to Briskow, but in his attitude, his averted gaze, she read the doom of her hopes. One final chance remained, however, and desperately she snatched at it. "Buddy!" she cried. "Buddy!" Her voice was poignant as she pleaded. "I couldn't tell you the truth.
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