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Updated: June 11, 2025
Funny thing, it was that same Burrel who absconded with the American Trust Company's stuff two or three years ago. Trenton must certainly have made it worth the lawyer's while not to tell for that lawyer was as crooked as a corkscrew and yet Dud couldn't bribe him with everything he could muster which was quite some, for in those days the Hamilt family had scads of money.
In the early afternoon they reached the ford. Harshaw trailed the cattle across in a long file. He watched the herd anxiously, for the stream was running strong from the freshet. After a short, hard swim the animals made the landing. The mess-wagon rattled down to the ford as the last of the herd scrambled ashore. "Think I'll put you at the reins, Dud," the cattleman said.
Like a flash there came into his mind the memory of that night when Dud Wilson overturned a lamp on the floor of his news-stand, and he had heard it said then that the property might have been saved if the boys had smothered the flames with their coats, or any fabric of woollen, instead of trying to drown it out with water.
The boy looked so haggard, his face so filled with despair, that Dud was touched in spite of himself. "Why in Mexico didn't you give that bird a pill outa the gun?" he asked. "I don't know. I'm no good," Bob wailed. "You said it right that time. I'll be doggoned if I ever saw such a thing as a fellow lettin' another guy walk off with his wife when he ain't been married hardly two hours yet.
Dud proceeded with the manufacture of iron at Pensnet, and also at Cradley in Staffordshire, where he erected another furnace; and a year after the patent was granted he was enabled to send up to the Tower, by the King's command, a considerable quantity of the new iron for trial. Many experiments were made with it: its qualities were fairly tested, and it was pronounced "good merchantable iron."
Big Bill followed, and the man he had called Dud brought up the rear. They wound up a rising valley, entering from it a cañon with precipitous walls that shut out the late sun. It was by this time past eleven o'clock and dusk was gathering closer.
The ranger making the lone fight might be Bob Dillon, poor Bob who had to whip his courage to keep himself from playing the weakling. Dud hoped not. He did not like to think of his riding mate in such desperate straits with no hope of escape. The battle on the ridge had begun again. Hollister and Reeves decided to try to rejoin their friends.
Everyone who travelled often on that line knew him, and all who knew him well enough to get below his rough crust, liked him for his big heart. "Hallo, McLeod," said Hemenway as he came up through the darkness, "is that you?" "It's nane else," answered the engineer as he stepped down from his cab and shook hands warmly. "Hoo are ye, Dud, an' whaur hae ye been murderin' the innocent beasties noo?
Blister, in earnest conversation with himself, had merely overturned a half-filled cup on the table in the course of one of his gestures. Mollie retired him from service. Alone with Bob for a moment in the kitchen, June whispered to him hurriedly. "Before you an' Dud go away I want to see you a minute." "Want to see me an' Dud?" he asked. She flashed a look of shy reproach at him.
Dud It was unworthy of her! She caught his meaning, and her cool gray eyes met his with their uncompromising directness. He seemed convicted of unnecessary shuffling. "Oh, Lizzie asked me not to do anything," she said quietly. "She wanted me to enjoy myself with her friends. But I'm not used to so much society, and I don't want to be any hinderance. I'm not so young as I used to be.
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