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Updated: May 17, 2025
Jake, how about trailin' him?" "How? They's tracks, a few of 'em, leadin' from the pile of dirt straight to the hard ground in front of the stage corrals. Beyond there they ain't any tracks. Trail 'em! How you gonna trail 'em?" "I dunno," replied Dolan, promptly passing the buck. "Yo're the sheriff. She's yore job. You gotta do something. C'mon out."
The taller of the pair of night riders kept him covered with two guns while the other rode in close and jerked the weapon from his holster. "C'mon with the package!" said this man in a hoarse voice. "We won't take a chance on you. If you make any kind of a break you'll get it where it'll do most good." There was a sneering inflection in the voice.
Look you're fooling no one but yourselves. C'mon people fess up!" "What do you think?" "Yes, Rama." "Look, none of you realize what you are getting yourselves into. Once you open the door to the Negative Entities, it is nearly impossible to get rid of them." He read our expressions and paused, as if to assess the point at which to start building us up again.
But Breede was Breede, after all, and Bean swallowed the hot words that rose to his lips. His perturbation was such, however, that Breede caught something of it. "Hadjer lunch?" "No!" said Bean, murderously. "Gitcha some quick. Hurry!" He knew the worst now. The afternoon was gone. "Don't want any!" It was a miniature explosion after the Breede manner. "C'mon, then!"
Piney did not wait to see whether the sheriff replied to his call. Instead he beckoned violently to the handful of men grouped on the sidewalk in front of the hotel. "C'mon over!" he bawled. "Look what I found here this morning." Jack Harpe and the owner of the Starlight being among those present and responding to the invitation, Racey Dawson took a chance and went with the rest.
"If you didn't come about the fine it must be something else important," said she, insultingly. "I shore oughta be set up, I suppose. So far it's always been me that's had to make all the moves." "'Moves?" repeated Racey, frankly puzzled. "Moves," she mimicked. "Didn't you ever play checkers? Oh, nemmine, nemmine! Don't take it to heart. I don't mean nothin'. Never did. C'mon in an' set.
The man had disappeared. Suddenly they heard steps on the cross street. "Turned the corner," panted Johnny. "C'mon!" Again they dashed ahead, slowing only as they reached the other street. Sure enough, halfway down the block they saw their man. He was walking rapidly toward the bridge. Quickening their pace they followed. Distinctly they saw the man go upon the bridge.
"My room; the police do not know about it. We might be able to hide there for hours. We can reach it by the next bridge and by alleys and roofs. C'mon!" Johnny smiled grimly. He was in his old place by the window overlooking the river. Hanada was seated beside him. They could hear the many noises that rose from the street below. Now a patrol wagon came jangling by.
And, having thus secured her welcome, night after night she walked with him among that greatest of all throngs of soldiers and lovers, kings and cardinals, queens, prostitutes and thieves. If the liquor was short in the bottle a dime's worth, the lesson was curtailed. At first Cake tried to coax him. "Aw, c'mon, yuh Romeo on th' street in Mantua."
"C'mon, hoss," said the erstwhile spectator, turning his dun-colored mount again into the trail. "So far's I can make out, this is the only way down out of these tall mountains to the east, so we might as well get going. We ain't got no business south or west. We'll be just in time to get blamed for what's happened down there."
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