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"An' at this Crooked Claw tosses the bunch of Ute top-knots to one of his squaws, fills up his red-stone pipe with kinnikinick an' begins to smoke, lookin' as complacent as a catfish doorin' a Joone rise. "Bill Connors has now been wanderin' through this vale of tears for mebby she's twenty odd years, an' accordin' to Osage tenets, Bill's doo to get wedded.
When I got to the draw I saw the fifty hombres altogether pounding something with their shovels. I grabbed up a spade and dug my way through to the middle." Henderson's voice was lovingly reminiscent. "There I found Ryan and Connors in bad shape. Connors had backed his cart over an hombre and the whole bunch had started in to kill him. Ryan had run for me and then gone in to help his friend.
The outfit of the Bar-20 was so well known throughout the land that he was aware the name of the other was Red Connors. An unreasoning streak of sarcasm swept over him and he could not resist the opportunity to get in a stab at his captor. "Mebby yore pard has wore out somebody's patience, too," said Mr. Travennes, suggestively and with venom.
Travennes' neck and was leading the horses. Mr. Connors waved the skillet and his friend grinned his congratulations at what the token signified. "I see yu got some more," said Mr. Cassidy, as he went down the line-up from the rear and collected nineteen weapons of various makes and conditions, this number being explained by the fact that all but one of the prisoners wore two.
Captain Barrett came, and took her away. I was sitting here thinking when two men came into the parlor." "Who were they? Do you know?" "One was the soldier who drives you about Connors; the other a black-bearded, burly fellow called 'Reb." "Mr. Dupont." "What? Is that Dupont? Lord! No wonder she 's gone bad. Why, I thought her husband was a ranchman down South somewhere!
Yo're the damnedest fool that ever walked on two laigs, you blasted sage-hen!" Mr. Connors was beginning to lose his temper and talk in his throat. "Well, they didn't get me, did they? What you yelling about, anyhow?" growled Hopalong, trying to brazen it out. "An' you talking about suicide to me!" snapped Mr. Connors, determined to rub it in and have the last word. Mr.
"What'll you take for one, bo?" "It'll freeze to death." "Look! This side pocket is lined with velvet." "Dollar." "Aw, I said one, friend, not the whole brood." "Leave or take." Mr. Connors dug deep. "Make it sixty cents and a poker-chip, bo. It's every cent I got in my pocket." "Keep the poker-chip for pin-money." When Mr.
And, faith, I hope you won't be trying it again in a hurry." Bert was very much in earnest when he assured him he would not, and still more in earnest when he tried to express his gratitude. But Connors would none of it. "Not at all, not at all, my boy," said he, with a laugh.
"Yes; it was over what should be done with me; although I believe now they intended to kill him, so as to retain all the money. The older Indian fired the shot treacherously." "And Connors?" "Dupont killed him; they were both drunk, and the soldier fired first, but missed." "And after that?" She covered her face with her hands.
He 'll know the whole story. It would give me pleasure to choke it out of him real pleasure. Then there 's Connors, just the sort of sneaking rat if he can be caught with the goods; only it is not likely he knows much. I shall have to think it all out, Miss Molly," he smiled at her confidently. "You see, I am a bit slow figuring puzzles, but I generally get them in time.
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