Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 9, 2025
His business was to see that the team kept strung out on the trail, and Butch was a past-master in the matter of discipline. His weight was ninety-three fighting pounds, and he could thrash in short order any dog in the team. The snow was wet and soft. It clung to everything it touched. The dogs carried pounds of it in the tufts of hair that rose from their backs.
"She fetched out a steak and served Butch as if he'd been a king and then sat down beside him and started kiddin' him along, with all the gang of us sittin' or standin' around and laughin' fit to bust, but not loud for fear Butch would get annoyed. "Then two things come in together and spoiled the prettiest little party that was ever started in Eldara.
"Anyway, in he went and got the centre table and called for ten dollars' worth of bacon and eggs which there hasn't been an egg in Eldara this week. Sally, she told him, not being afraid even of Butch. He got pretty sore at that and said that it was a frame-up and everyone was ag'in' him.
They knew just what to go for." Butch grinned. "I tied it round the well knee," he said. The boys laughed. "Well," remarked Dick, "some of the prize-fighting tactics may have been rooted out of the game, but I'll bet the coaching is just as rough as it used to be." "I'm not at all sure about that," said Mr. Quinby dubiously.
Butch was fast, but the young feller was faster. He had Butch by the wrist before the gun came clear just gave a little twist and there he stood with the gun in his hand pointin' into Butch's face, and Butch sittin' there like a feller in a trance or wakin' up out of a bad dream. "Then he gets up, slow and dignified, though he had enough liquor in him to float a ship.
"Oh, that's it?" he remarked with an amiable grin. "Tex most always does the hirin', yuh see. Glad to know yuh. My name's McCabe Slim, they calls me, 'count uh my sylph-like figger. These here guys is Bill Joyce an' his side-kick, Butch Siegrist; likewise Flint Kreeger an' Doc Peters over to the table. Bud Jessup yuh already met."
"Well, she'd been runnin' with Butch Willows pretty steady, an' just because she could dance, Billy dances a lot with her. Butch ain't afraid of nothin'. He wades right in for a showdown, an' nails Billy outside, before everybody, an' reads the riot act. An' Billy listens in that slow, sleepy way of his, an' Butch gets hotter an' hotter, an' everybody expects a scrap.
Do what you want to with them, and remember that you're to get Bard back in town unharmed if possible." Butch Conklin smiled, and the same smile spread grimly from face to face among the gang. Evidently this point had already been elucidated to them by Nash, who now mustered them out of the house and assembled them on their horses in the street below.
I bet you there's a dozen girls in love with him right now. An' he just goes on turnin' 'em down. There was Lily Sanderson you know her. You seen her at that Slavonic picnic last summer at Shellmound that tall, nice-lookin' blonde that was with Butch Willows?" "Yes, I remember her," Saxon sald. "What about her?"
"Bad penny always comes back, Jock," laughed Jerry. "We've come to convoy the wagon in. You see all our supplies, tents, grub and blankets happen to be in that wagon, and we don't mean to let it be captured by any of the Lasher crowd," remarked Frank. He saw the cook start at the mention of that name, as he muttered: "Butch Lasher a-comin' up hyer then them fellers must aben some o' his pals."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking