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The sky was studded with a glory of stars. He rode fast, his fever of anger acting as a spur to his anxiety, which was to get back to dress Hawk's wounds. His thoughts raced with the hoofs of his horse. Nothing could have galled and humiliated him more than to realize how Kate Doubleday regarded him.
T. R. Malthus, 1823; M. T. Sadler, Law of Population, 1830; A. Alison, Principles of Population, 1840; T. Doubleday, True Law of Population, 1842. Ricardo's Letters to Trower, p. 47. Spence's Tracts on Political Economy were collected with a preface in 1822. Spence is better known as an entomologist, and collaborated with William Kirby. Tracts , p. xiii. Ibid. p. 59.
Laramie regarded him with sobering amazement: "Who told you I wouldn't turn in with Barb Doubleday?" he exclaimed loudly. "Who told you that?" "Harry Van Horn told me." Tenison tried to interpose. "You shut up, Tenison," was the answering growl from Stone. But Tenison stuck to it till the hammer came down.
"From what Bradley says, it looks as if he might be right," said Van Horn. "The horse Hawk took is eating grass in front of his cabin; we saw him when we got here and waited for Hawk to show himself." "He didn't do it," interrupted Doubleday huskily and baring his teeth as he spoke. "Stone's watching the place." "Is Abe there?" demanded Doubleday. "You tell," responded Van Horn.
"Keep cool," was the answer; "I'm 'a' comin'. But look here before you start; there was two men in that cabin, Barb." "What are you givin' us?" blurted out a cowboy. Doubleday stared ferociously. "There was two of 'em, boys," persisted the Snipe. "You must 'a' seen double when you was runnin'," was the skeptical suggestion of another man. But Doubleday listened.
I turned in despair to Hawkesbury. "Please, Hawkesbury," I said, "promise to say nothing about it at the office. I would be so grateful if you would." "Then," said Hawkesbury, asking the same question as Doubleday had just asked, "it is true?" I dared not say "Yes," and to say "No" would, I knew, be useless. "Oh, please don't ask me," I said, only "promise do, Hawkesbury."
Now at all the parties I had been to I had never before seen an eel-pie. I therefore flattered myself I had a novelty to offer to my guests. "Eel-pie, eh?" said Doubleday; "do you catch them about here, then? Eel-pie, who says eel-pie? Don't all speak at once. Bring forth the hot plates, my boy, and we'll lead off." "It's cold," I faltered. "Oh, goodness gracious! Cold eel-pie, gentlemen.
"Who was it, Barney?" asked Doubleday, breathing heavily. He was so wrought up and so hoarse he could hardly frame the words. But he was already convinced. The Snipe shook his head. "There's two or three fellows up here shoots a Marlin rifle. If I got one guess on this man that's made his get-away, Barb, I'd say " The Snipe poked further into the ashes. "Well, say!" thundered Doubleday.
"But you soon got over that?" said Jack, laughing. He wasn't far wrong, as the reader knows, but somehow I would have preferred him to believe otherwise. I replied, "There would have been simply nothing to do of an evening if Doubleday who is a very decent fellow at bottom, Jack hadn't asked me up to his lodgings once or twice to supper." I said this in as off-hand a way as I could.
It did not escape either him or Doubleday that a bunch of horses had been but lately driven over the ground they were crossing, and every trail leading to and from the cabin obliterated; this, however, only assured both that their man was close at hand and strengthened their determination to get him in their own way when they were ready.
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