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The wounded man stirred and groaned faintly. She called: "Lie down, Butch; I'm busy. Go on, Bard." "If you keep a mirror it's a wall decoration not for personal use." "Maybe this is an old method, Bard; but around this place it'd be a quick way of gettin' shot." "Angry?" "You'd peeve a mule." "This was only an introduction.
Thomas Ames, the president better known in earlier and less dignified days as "Butch" turned from the mass of papers on his desk and opened it. His eyes lighted up as he read it and saw the signature. Then the light faded. "Swell chance," he muttered, "with this big deal on." He turned reluctantly to his desk. Then he read the telegram again.
"We didn't know whether to laugh or to cheer, but most of us compromised by keeping an eye on Butch's gun. "Sally says, 'Sure I'll dance, and gets up. "'Wait! hollers Butch; 'are you leavin' me for this wall-eyed galoot? "There ain't nothin' Sally loves more'n a fight we all know that.
Barkeep, set up all your bottles an' c'llect from Butch. "But to go back to my long ago camp on the Caliente. Prince Hal is a polished an' p'lite sort o' anamile. The second day after I pitches camp, Prince Hal shows up.
I wonder, though, if it's because he figures on being more comfortable up there, or " The unvoiced question ended with a shrug as Lynch, somewhat curt of manner, gave the order to move. "Yuh don't all of yuh have to come, neither," he added quickly. "Butch an' Slim an' me can carry him in." Miss Thorne, who had already started toward the house, glanced over one shoulder.
Even paid for all the drinks for everybody in the house, which nobody could ask more even from a white man. But then Butch got hungry and went up the street to Sally Fortune's place." A snarl came from Nash. "Did they let that swine go in there?" "Who'd stop him? Would you?" "I'd try my damnedest."
The rest will be don't laugh Butch Conklin and his gang." "Butch!" "Hold yourself together. That's what I mean Butch Conklin." "After you dropped him the other night?" "Self-defence, and he knows it. I can find Butch, and I can make him go with me. Besides, he's out for Bard himself." The deputy said with much meaning: "You can do a lot of queer things, Nash." "Forget it, Glendin."
He had a right to be proud of the team. It was a famous one even in the North. It had run second for two years in the Alaska Sweepstakes to Macdonald's great Siberian wolf-hounds. The leader Butch was the hero of a dozen races and a hundred savage fights. "What in Halifax do you want with the team?" asked Elliot, surprised. "The whole outfit must have cost a small fortune."
"He acts like he knew what he was about," returned Bemis briefly. "How yuh goin' to get me home?" "I've sent Butch an' Flint after the wagon," explained Lynch. "They'll hustle all they can." "Did you catch sight of the rustlers?" asked Stratton suddenly. The foreman flashed him a sudden not overfriendly glance.
"Just what they were," and Frank went on to explain how it came there was a second vacation for the academy boys of Centerville, and also the unfortunate fact of Andy, known among his chums as "Butch" for some unexplained reason, having determined to take an outing in the same region at the identical time they had arranged to come.
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