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"I've got a scheme that I'm going to try," answered Ted. "What is it?" "I'm going to run that car all over this town until I get some of the train-robbing syndicate anxious about it and to following it. Then I'm going to get on to their place of doing business and their methods." "Wish yer luck," was Bud's cheerless comment.
It's dinner time, and I'm hungry. I don't believe I'll ever get enough to eat again." Oh, it was good to see them, albeit our separation had amounted to hardly sixty days. Bud had been waiting for me almost a week; and O'mie, to Bud's surprise, had come upon him unannounced that morning.
What say we stage an old-fashioned square dance Tuesday night at the yacht club on Lake Carlopa?" Bud's eyes lighted up. "Hey, that's a great idea! We'll invite a whole gang, get Chow to handle the refreshments, and make it a real shindig!" The boys shook hands enthusiastically. Eager to patch matters up as soon as possible, they invited Sandy and Phyl out to lunch that day.
Then they scootered back to the lab for a quick shower and change. Twenty minutes later, in sport jackets, checked shirts, and slacks, the two chums hopped into Bud's red convertible. They picked up Sandy and Phyl and drove a little way into the country for dinner at a huge old farmhouse restaurant.
"No one. But you have ordered Lorry Adams to close up his camp and go over to work right near the Apache Reservation." "I sure did." "Well, Mr. Shoop, I don't like Apaches." "You got comp'ny, missy. But what's that got to do with Lorry?" "Oh, I suppose he doesn't care. But what do you think his mother would say to you if he well, if he got scalped?" A slow grin spread across Bud's broad face.
He's always comin' here when Bud's away; 'n when he meets Bud anywheres they's always quar'lin', 'n Ah'm jus' wore out with him." Sydney hung the horse's bridle over the end of an upturned horseshoe nailed to a tree before the cabin, and sat down on the door-step beside her humble friend. "Melissa, tell me," she was very grave, "did he ever before does he ?"
You're the little boy that invented flyin' got the idea from yore own head, by thunder, when it swelled up like a balloon with self-conceit! That there gas-head of yourn'll take yuh right up amongst the clouds some day, and you won't need no flyin' machine, neither! Skyrider is right!" Accidentally Johnny had touched Bud's self-esteem in a tender spot.
I've done had a lavish of this town." "May we go too?" inquired Halloway. "We hain't got no roof over us neither now." "I reckon ye kin all come save only " she paused a moment and added in hardened voice, "save only ther man thet sought ter slay my paw." Bud's head drooped.
Means's description of the school had made him feel a little down-hearted. "What will you do with the tough boys? You a'n't no match for 'em." And Ralph felt Bud's eyes not only measuring his muscles, but scrutinizing his countenance. He only answered: "I don't know."
"Bud's got a bullet in his arm," Luck said, "but the bone wasn't hit, so he'll make out, and one of the pack-horses was shot in the ear. We got off mighty lucky, and I'm certainly glad Lite didn't get careless. Cost me about fifty dollars to square us as it is. You stay where you are, Applehead, till I get rid of the Indians.
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