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Updated: July 28, 2025
With the army intended for the crushing of the revolt, Liu Chin's palace was attacked when he was asleep, and he and all his supporters were arrested. Liu Chin's rule had done great harm to the country, as enormous taxation had been expended for the private benefit of his clique.
He's a long-armed, short-legged, gimlet-eyed feller with a head like a egg upside down. You could split a board on that feller's head and never muss a hair. I never saw a man that had a chin like Matt Hall. They say a big chin's the sign of strength, and if that works out Matt must have a mind like a brigadier general. His face is all chin; chin's an affliction on Matt Hall; it's a disease.
There is nothing particularly beautiful about a silver half-dollar, but in the almond-shaped eyes of the Chinaman scenes of paradisiacal loveliness are nothing compared to the dull surface of a twenty-year-old fifty-cent piece; and the jingle of the silver coins contains more melody for Chin Chin's unromantic ear than a whole musical festival.
But the big sheepman knew that Shoop had called High Chin's bluff about "any game going." Even then the match was a tie so far as precedent demanded. Each man had made a hit on a moving target. The crowd had ceased to applaud. "How about a try from the saddle?" suggested High Chin. "I reckon I look just as fat and foolish settin' in a saddle as anywhere," said Shoop.
Yet many asserted that High Chin was the faster man, won to this decision by his lightning speed of movement and his easy manner, suggesting a kind of contemptuous indifference to results. In contrast to High Chin's swift, careless efficiency, Shoop's solid poise and lack of elbow motion showed in strong relief. Their methods were entirely dissimilar.
"There's a man goin' by old all over, and a white whisker. Who is it?" inquired Dotty, changing the subject again. "The whisker looks like snow, 's if his chin's cold!" "Never mind the man," returned Prudy. "If you'll go I'll spend my five cents, and buy you some pep'mints." "I'd rather have pickled limes," said Dotty thoughtfully.
Already flecks of fire danced before his eyes. He bit his lip as he raised himself and drew fine on that black figure beneath High Chin's horse. The gun jumped in his hand. Waring saw the black figure twitch and roll over. Then his sight grew clouded. He tried to brush away the blur that grew and spread. For an instant his eyes cleared. High Chin still sat upright in the saddle.
She Yueeh and her friends then asked them what they were holding in their hands. "We're taking over," they replied, "some things to the two girls: Miss Chin and Miss Hua." "They're still singing the 'Eight Worthies' outside," She Yueeh went on to observe laughingly, "and how is it you're running again to Miss Chin's and Miss Hua's before the 'Trouble-first moon-box' has been gone through?"
Within a few paces of High Chin, Dex stopped and turned his head to look down at Waring. And Waring, swaying up on his hands, laughed wildly. "I came over to tell you that it was Pat's gun " He collapsed and lay still. High Chin sat staring dully at the gunman's uncovered head. The horse sniffed at Waring. High Chin's jaw sagged. He slumped down, and lay back across the body of his brother.
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