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The preceptor must try one of the fancy pipes, of which Deming had collected a large array in Germany. He would be feeling knocked in this morning, having been up late consuming numerous bocks in amicable emulation of the local prowess. He had not got around to his lesson and had concluded he did not think much of his present grammar.
Deming was this time not asked to sit down. "Who's this George?" was demanded. "Why, that's our great George," confirmed Jim, sharing with jaunty confidence this bit of universal knowledge. "George George the king of England," was the gratifying conclusion. "And what does this mean?" "That's Senate and the Roman People. That's just a joke." "Senate Senate! Official."
You boys have got me beaten on rifles and shotguns," he went on, producing from his hip pocket a flat, effective-looking automatic pistol of heavy caliber. "How are you on small arms?" The hunters shook their heads dubiously. "Never use 'em," said Deming. "Never could do much with that kind, ennyhow.
Several of the glowering army folk stood about. They took on menacing airs of importance, following the lead of their chief. An international intrigue, involving a foreign king and senate, was being rapidly unraveled. Deming was so suddenly and summarily dismissed again that he forgot to tell them proudly he was a free American citizen with a hundred million people behind them.
Out of the bloody mask of his face his agate eyes twinkled at Rainey with a sort of good-natured malice. Rainey did not answer as he poured the liquor. "Make it four finger," exclaimed Lund. "Deming's goin' to faint. One for Doc Tamada." The Japanese excused himself, helping Deming, worn out with pain and consumed by baffled hate, forward through the galley corridor.
The sky was never entirely unveiled by mist, and at night, as they sailed down a frozen fiord with lookouts doubled, the grinding smashing noises of the ice seemed the warning voice of the North, as they sailed on into the wilderness. The hunters kept below. Lund bossed the ship. Deming, it seemed, managed to hold his cards and deal them despite his mending arm in splints.
"We-all likes Amos excellent; but, of course, when he takes to the hills as a hold-up, somebody has to down him; an' my mem'ry on that p'int is, they shorely do. What for lies would this yere Amos tell? Well, for instance, Amos once regales me with a vivid picture of how he backs into a corner an' pulls his lonely gun on twenty gents, all 'bad. This yere is over in Deming.
Perhaps breakfast had sobered them, though the fumes of liquor still clung cloudily on the air. Lund went down, with Rainey beside him, reporting Sandy. "I'll work it out of 'em," said Lund. "That booze'll be an expensive luxury to 'em, paid for in hard labor." They found the men ranged up in three groups. Deming and Beale, against custom, had gone down to the beach.
These were counterfeiters, murderers, embezzlers, horse-thieves, confidence men, what not criminals to satisfy a sleuth of the most catholic tastes; but they were all wanted elsewhere at Altoona, Pennsylvania, or Deming, New Mexico; at Portland, Maine, or Dodge City, Kansas. In truth, the country elsewhere swarmed with Billy's lawful prey, and only Little Arcady seemed good.
"Glad to have you drop in an' gam a bit with us, or take a hand in a game, sir," added Deming. Rainey escaped, a trifle embarrassed, and passed through the alley that went by the cook's domain into the main cabin. Tamada was at work, but turned a gleam of slanting eyes toward Rainey as they passed the open door. The main cabin was empty. "Come into my room," suggested Lund.
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