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Curly's gaze traveled over him leisurely. Not a muscle in the boyish face moved, but in the voice one might have guessed an amused contempt. "All right. I won't, since you mention it, Lute." The young man cantered up the dusty street toward the hotel. Blackwell trailed toward the windmill pump.
In one of these boxes appeared the proof of Curly's truthfulness three cans of oysters, delicacies hitherto unheard of in that land! In the other box was an object almost as unfamiliar as an oyster can, an oblong, smooth, and now partially frost-covered object with tinfoil about its upper end. A certain tense excitement obtained. "I wonder if she'll get frappe enough," said Dan Anderson.
Around and around on the board spun the top, looking like a pinwheel on the night before Fourth of July, and Curly's sore arm began to feel better all at once. Then Flop started to run down in the yard to play hop scotch with Peetie and Jackie Bow Wow, the puppy dogs, and Curly said: "Some day, Flop, when you've been vaccinated, I'll get you a top to amuse you."
She was carrying very carefully, in both hands, a cup of cocoa, and Curly's eyes lit up at the sight of it. 'And a piece of cake, she added, producing a slice from her pocket. Curly took the cup from her with a gruff 'thank 'ee. He made short work of both cocoa and cake, then took his parcel and made for the door. Bobby laid his hand on his coat-sleeve.
Thar ain't nobody in camp, from Doc Peets to Missis Rucker, but what's eager to know the finish of Curly's expedition, but of course everybody hobbles his feelin's in them behalfs. It's Captain Moon's fooneral, an' he oughter have a first, oninterrupted say. Moon comes up to Curly Ben where Curly is cuttin' the alkali dust outen his throat at the Red Light bar.
Aldous looked up in time to see the boy stagger sleepily out of the tepee. There was something pathetic about the motherlessness of the picture, and he understood a little of what Stevens had meant. An hour later, with breakfast over, they started for Curly's. Curly was pulling on his boots when they arrived, while his wife was frying the inevitable bacon in the kitchen.
"I'm not worryin' about yer dad, or anyone else," Curly replied. "He'll have all he can attend to without botherin' about me. Most likely he's in a hotter place now than ever he struck on earth." Into Glen's eyes leaped an expression of wild fear, as the meaning of Curly's words dawned upon her. "Ye understand?" Curly sneered. "Two can play at this game, remember, an' mebbe more'n two."
He never goes away, so you can always have Him to talk to. Margot came downstairs at this juncture and put a parcel into Curly's hand. 'There, my lad, that's for helping Master Bobby. And now run off, for I'm sure our landlady wouldn't like to see you here. 'Stop! cried True, coming up the kitchen stairs; 'see what I've got for him! It's scalding hot!
Curly's senses had never been more alert. He noticed that Buck had on a red necktie that had got loose from his shirt and climbed up his neck. It had black polka dots and was badly frayed. Sweeney was chewing tobacco. He would have that chew in his mouth after they had finished what they were going to do. "Ain't he the gamest ever?" someone whispered.
The ranchman had no fine theories to work out perhaps his whole stock of pedagogy embraced only a knowledge of horse-breaking and a belief in heredity. The cowpunchers saw that their boss was trying to make a man out of the strange animal that he had sent among them; and they tacitly organised themselves into a faculty of assistants. But their system was their own. Curly's first lesson stuck.
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