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The reaction came like a shock. In an instant other scenes other faces flashed upon him, and again he saw the luring, beautiful face of Eileen Hawkins, who smiled on men as Mrs. Becker had smiled on Bucky Nome and on him. He closed his eyes and tried to force himself into sleep, but failed. At last he rose silently from his bunk, filled his pipe, and sat down in the darkness beside the stove.
Until she met and fell in love with the ranger she had thought nothing of it, since it had been merely a matter of professional business to which she had been forced. Indeed, she had sometimes enjoyed the humor of the deception. It had lent a spice o enjoyment to a life not crowded with it. But after she met Bucky there had grown up in her a new sensitiveness.
You can do fancy shooting and I can do sleight-of-hand tricks or tell fortunes." "You would be a gipsy lad?" The youngster blushed. "A gipsy girl, and you might be my husband." "I'm no play actor, even if you are," said Bucky. "I don't want to be your husband, thank you." "All you would have to do is to be sullen and rough. It is easy enough." "And you think you could pass for a girl?
"I was only joking a bit, Thirkle. We're together now on the split, ain't we? Well, friends don't have to make such agreements. I sail with you, and you sail with me; and no articles signed beyond that, I say. What, Thirkle?" "That's what. Have another drink, Red. That was a good job ye did for me with Bucky, even if he did play you mean."
If I had let Bucky rule then I would have been as good as dead. I had another chap in my crew like that. After he saw the way I worked the game he wanted to kill me and take command himself. While he was making his plans to settle me the police got him for a murder he didn't do, and I trumped up the evidence against him, but never appeared at the trial.
"Mr. Harris! Be ye hurt, Mr. Harris? Oh, Mr. Harris!" "We got him all right," whispered Buckrow. "That settles Mr. Matey, well and good. Hey, Thirkle?" "Good, clean job," replied Thirkle. "Good, clean job, Bucky, and smart as could be the way you drew him down. See what you can do with the skipper now." "Anything wrong, Mr. Harris?" called the captain from the scuttle.
Fifteen minutes later he gave Walker the letter in which he described to the commanding officer at Churchill certain things which he knew would hold Bucky a prisoner until he could personally appear against him. Meanwhile Conway had put up the tent and had assisted Deane into it. Isobel had accompanied him.
You walk off with your chestnut, and never a 'Thank ye' for poor Mickey the catspaw." "It doesn't look like quite a square deal, does it?" laughed the ranger. "Well, we might vary the program a bit. Bucky O'Connor, Arizona ranger, can't stop and take a hand in such a game, but I don't know anything to prevent a young gipsy from Spain staying over a few days."
Mind ye don't come none of yer smart tricks now, or I won't wait for ye to go explainin' of what ye mean. Savvy that?" "Tut, tut, man!" said Thirkle. "How can you have any doubts about what will happen to Mr. Trenholm? I suppose you think I want to take him along with us so he can write this all up for the newspapers? I'm surprised at you, Bucky. Don't you know my ways yet?"
He stared an instant before he let out a shout of welcome and fell upon the youth. "Bucky, by thunder!" The latter got up nimbly in time to be hospitably thumped and punched. He was a lithe, slender young fellow, of medium height, and he carried himself lightly with that manner of sunburned competency given only by the rough-and-tumble life of the outdoors West.
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