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"I'll bundle the pack of you out of the house, that I will, if you can't keep a civil tongue in your heads." "I say, Batchelor," said Doubleday, laughing, "your aunt has got a temper, I fancy. I'm always sorry to see it in one so young. What will it be when " "Oh, please don't, Doubleday," I said; "you can see she doesn't like it. It doesn't matter, Mrs Nash, thank you," I added.
If he did come, I didn't know what I should do, or how I should meet him. If he did not come, then I should know I had driven him not only from me but from his very prospects in life. The general impression at Hawk Street was that he would not come. Doubleday and Harris had a bet of a shilling on the event. "If he does turn up," said Crow, "it'll show he means to brazen it out before us all."
But Kate did not feel at liberty to make of Belle a confidant in everything certainly not in what happened at home; so she neither said anything to Belle nor asked of her any explanation of things that she herself did not understand such as guarded and more frequent consultations between her father and Van Horn, Pettigrew and Stone; and such as men riding up with a clatter to the ranch-house at night and calling Doubleday out and calling for Van Horn who often now spent the night at the ranch and left before daybreak.
"That's more than I can say this minute, Harry, where Jim Laramie is; but he's not far, I can tell you that, for the coffee pot was on the stove when I got to the shack a while ago." "Then what are you holding us up here for?" barked Doubleday with rough words. "I'm a peace officer, Barb, a deputy marshal." The bursting expression of disgust on his questioners' faces did not ruffle John's candor.
F.N. Doubleday, starting on a trip to the Bahamas, remarked that he would like to take a manuscript with him to read, and the office force decided to put 'Freckles' into his grip.
"No; Mr Barnacle is down at the bank now." "Doubleday," said Crow, entering at this moment, "the governors want you sharp." "They are going to send you for a policeman," I said. "If anything happens, Doubleday, will you please telegraph to Smith, at Mrs Shield's, Packworth, and tell him to come to me, and also find out Billy, the shoeblack, and say I want to see him."
"What're them Pennsylvanians down there doing? It's time for them to come on! They've got enough reinforcements old friends, Gibbon and Doubleday." "Good fighters." "Yes, Lord! we're all good fighters now. Glad of it. Like to fight a good fighter. Feel real friendly toward him." "A thirty-two-pounder Parrott in the battery on the hill over there exploded and raised hell.
His strong face, with its hunting nose, reflected his active mind, and as he spoke or listened to one or the other of his companions standing between them his lively eyes flashed in the overhead light. On his left stood Tom Stone, foreman of the Doubleday ranch.
After daylight Gorman went out for a bucket of water. We heard a rifle crack. I looked out the window. Stormy was tumbling. "You know the draw that runs down past his corral? Barb Doubleday, Pettigrew, Van Horn, Stone and a bunch of cowboys and Texas men lay in that draw. It was hell to pay from daylight till dark. The Dutchman got laid out cold right at the start. They tried to rush me.
"In this country a man can hear anything," observed Laramie, not greatly moved. "I've heard there isn't a crooked cattleman north of Sleepy Cat." Van Horn stared. "Go on," continued Laramie, looking at the passers-by, "I'm listening." "Doubleday has sold the eating house and disposed of his property at the Junction " "You mean his creditors took it, don't you?" "Put it any way you like.
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