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Updated: June 2, 2025


It was like strong drink, firing him to audacities of feeling, a drug that laid hold of his imagination and went cloud-soaring through the sky. It banished sordid fact, flooded his mind with beauty, loosed romance and to its heels added wings. He did not understand the music she played. It was different from the dance-hall piano-banging and blatant brass bands he had heard.

Lichtenstein this appeared to be merely a natural by-product of its construction. "It wasn't dug for that," he said. "How big is the main excavation?" "'Bout as big as a small East Side dance-hall." Mr. Liechtenstein turned to the German. "Hold a lot of loot what?" "I bet me," said the German, and washed his hands with air. "Lot o' what?" asked Bubbles. "Loot gold, silver, jewels, bullion."

Everything ran wide open, and all night long rough men sinned abysmally in their hell-envied play, and, crowding the saloons, laughed and fought and drank red liquor in front of long pine bars, where the rattle of chips and the click of pool-balls, mingled with lurid profanity, floated out through the open doors and blended with the incessant tintinnabulation of the dance-hall pianos.

But as often happens in affairs of this kind when neither side is unprepared, the desire for gun-play gave way to mirthless laughter, and, presently, the hilarious crowd from the rival camp, turning abruptly on their heels, betook themselves en masse into the dance-hall.

They'd come a-running, Bud, from every joint and dance-hall, enough to run a battleship in no time, yes, sir. Why, Bud, even that squash-head of a piano-player would 'a' come if we'd ast him." "H-m-m you surely think well of people, Baldy." "No more strain than to think bad of 'em. But what'd be the use? Us two an' old Pete, who'll be sleepin' aboard, c'n run her, Bud."

"Cleaned out cleaned out for fair by a high-toned, fine-haired dog named Johnson! Well, I'll be " The sentence was never finished, his attention being caught and held by something which Nick was carrying in from the dance-hall. "What's that?" he demanded brusquely. Nick's eyes were twinkling when he answered: "Johnson's saddle."

Dick's shout arose above the shouts of men and the screams of dance-hall women.

Are you going to marry the dance-hall keeper, simply because she has white teeth?" Keith frowned a little. "Never mind about me. Do you propose to marry her? She, at least, does not keep a dance-hall." "No; I shall leave that for you." His face and tone were insolent, and Keith gripped his chair. He felt himself flush.

Charles will be charmed to have you for her partner in the opening dance of what we playfully term our ball." "The pleasure will be mine," says the little man he was a real friendly polite little old feller and up he gets and bows to the Hen handsome and gives her his arm: and then in he went with her to the dance-hall, with Santa and the rest of us following on.

And so it was that later that evening after assuring herself that neither Ramerrez nor any of his band remained in the dance-hall, Nina, her face set and pale, exchanged a few whispered words with that same big man towards whom, earlier in the evening, she had shown such animosity. The effect of these words was magical; the man could not suppress a grunt of intense satisfaction.

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