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Like a tethered mustang he could plunge only to the end of his rope. Friendship, again! There was simple, trustful, faithful Gus Briskow. And the bank. God, what a mess things were in! Gray knew he would have to return, have to see "Bob" and Buddy day after day, month after month, and the prospect was too distressing to dwell upon.
Why, it is a corking story, and Allie was splendid she gave the championship to Herring, who deserved it, thereby delighting every golfer on this side of the Atlantic. Jove! that girl is developing and I'm going to hug her if there's no window handy! Throw you out? Why, there's some mistake, surely!" Briskow shook his head; in greater detail he made known the facts.
Buddy Briskow and I had an argument " "That big bum? Did he lay it on you like that? Say, he's got the makings of a champ!" "Pride impels me to state that he got the worst of it. He is scarcely presentable, while I " "Your side won?" "It did. Now, where is the boy?" "He's outside." Without shifting his astonished gaze, Mallow raised his voice and cried, "Hey, Bennie!"
"Ten thousand bar'ls!" Briskow echoed. "That's what he said. Of course, they can't tell a thing about it. Buddy's only guessing, but I haven't had a big well yet." Gray took a nervous turn about the room. "Ten thousand barrels! Lord! That would help. That would do the trick.
Ma says you got a hull gripful o' di'mon's." "I have, indeed." Gray pointed to the glittering display still spread out upon the varicolored counterpane. Briskow approached the bed and gazed curiously, silently down at the treasure, then his face broke into a sunshiny smile. He wiped his hands upon his trousers legs and picked up a ring.
On the contrary, his effort was to limit their extravagance; but in this he had little success, for Pa Briskow had decided to indulge his generous impulses to the full and insisted upon so doing. The check he finally wrote was one of five figures. By this time the visitor had become aware of arousing a queer reaction in Allegheny Briskow.
He sank into a chair and lay there stupid, inert, until again those fires began to lick at him and again he twisted in dumb agony. Buddy Briskow! Buddy, of all people! That lout; that awkward simpleton, who owed him everything! But Buddy was young! Gray heard himself laughing in hoarse derision.
"Run along and try them on, then I'll borrow a pair of puttees and we'll go for a ride." For the next two hours Allegheny Briskow was in heaven. Never had she dreamed of anything like this.
This proffer of aid appeared to throw the sufferers into new depths of dismay. They called to him in the name of God. They were harmless, now, and anyhow they had intended to do him no bodily harm. They implored him to lend succor or to put them out of their distress. Gray fell to work promptly. The bottle of cream he had begged from Ma Briskow he now put to use.
Briskow had silently endured her daughter's criticism up to this point, but now her lips tightened and there was a defiant tilt to her head. "Who says I want to dance?" she demanded. "I can dance good enough." "What was you up to the other day? That Delamater man said you was acting plumb nutty." "I wasn't doin' anything." "Where do you go every day, Ma?
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