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His heart and liver were torn out and sacrificed to the victim. The Carp's Gratitude Now it happened that Ch'ên Kuang-jui was not dead after all. The carp released by him was in fact no other than Lung Wang, the God of the River, who had been going through his kingdom in that guise and had been caught in the fisherman's net.
And you, Marfinka, find out if that person, Markushka, will have anything. But don't go yourself, send Egorka." Marfinka seized the carp's head with two fingers, but when he began to wave his tail hither and thither, she uttered a loud cry, hastily dropped him on the floor, and fled down the corridor.
When within a hundred yards of the cabin a horse, tied to a hitch post in front, neighed shrilly and Harris laid a restraining hand on Waddles's arm. They knelt in the brush as the door opened and a man stood silhouetted against the light. After a space of two minutes Carp's voice reached them. "Not a sound anywheres," he said. "Likely some horses drifting past."
The window was thrown up to its full height by Waddles and the curtain snatched away from the gun which Harris held against Morrow's neck. Carp's apparent nervousness had vanished. He flipped back his vest and revealed a marshal's badge. "I'd as soon take you along feet first as any way," he said. "So if you feel like acting up you can start any time now."
Besides, he knew little of Dorothea's sensations, and had not reflected that on such an occasion as the present they were comparable in strength to his own sensibilities about Carp's criticisms. Dorothea did not withdraw her arm, but she could not venture to speak. Mr.
"I am what I am. . . . And just as with that fly, fate comes along suddenly, doesn't it, and pouf . . . it's all over! All its little worries settled for ever in a carp's tummy. If only one's own troubles could be settled quite as expeditiously. . . ." He looked at her curiously. "It helps sometimes, Joan, to shoot your mouth, as our friends across the water say.
"Broke and reformed," he said. "Maybe." Some minutes later Carp bought the thirsty man a drink. "You looking for a job?" he asked. "I can use you down my way." Carson was well versed in the bends of the devious trail and Carp's ways smacked of irregularities. Carson had ideas of his own why the other man was allowed to start up an outfit down in Slade's range.
She recognized Carp, Bentley and another Slade man riding with the sheriff at their head. "What's Bentley doing there?" she asked. "One of Carp's men," Harris said. "If any of them get away from us Carp will hound them down. He wears the U. S. badge and won't be stopped by any feeling about crossing the Utah or Idaho lines. Rustling is of no interest to him. That's the sheriff's job.
But Slade is almost through. His claws are clipped." The girl started to question him as to Carp's activities but after the first sentence she became aware that his attention was riveted on something other than her words. He had thrown up his head like a startled buck and was peering down the valley. Her range-bred ears caught and correctly interpreted the sound which had roused him.
Here are the tropics of Cancer and Capricorn. But you have no time, and I won't detain you." The chandler closed the glass door on them; but they saw him with his nose flattened against the pane, mysteriously, as if he still had something to sell, holding his finger to his mouth, shaped like a carp's. His lips seemed to be framing certain words.
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