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Updated: June 6, 2025
For a few moments the sound stopped, then began again. The corporal listened closely. The notes of the drum were familiar to him, and then he knew that it was the drummer-boy from Tennessee playing the morning call. Just then the corporal was relieved from guard duty, and, asking permission, went at once to Eddie's assistance.
On returning to the hotel she had looked with new interest at Eddie's photograph and tried to picture him in the costume worn by the leading man.
"You're a brave man unless you've forgotten my first attempt at Eddie's," she said with a laugh as she took the loaf and butter from the bag. For some reason her mood had completely changed. All her confidence in being perfectly able to take care of herself had returned. She had been frightened, badly frightened a moment ago at nothing. Nerves, nothing more. Nerves were queer things.
"Father hired a jail-bird that came cheap. Probably put it to himself that he was giving the man a chance to go straight." I glanced up. This was just about what I remembered Thomas Gilbert to have said in the entry that told of the hiring of Eddie. Worth nodded grimly at my startled face. "Eddie's gone straight since then," he filled in.
By the way, Eddie, this must not go any farther. It's strictly entre nous. I don't want to have the dear girl pestered to death by fortune hunters. On his wedding day the man who marries Martha is to have the equivalent of her weight in double eagles. Isn't that ra rather handsome?" He sank back and waited for the seed to sink deeply into Ten Eyck soil. Eddie's eyelids flickered.
"Good news! Dear old Eddie's back!" "Oh, how nice for you, dear!" said Betty. "Eddie Denton is Mortimer's best friend," she explained to me. "He has told me so much about him. I have been looking forward to his coming home. Mortie thinks the world of him." "So will you, when you know him," cried Mortimer. "Dear old Eddie! He's a wonder! The best fellow on earth!
Eddie glanced back over his bobbing shoulder as his horse trotted along the blind trail through the brush. "This here ain't no race track," he expostulated. "We'll make it quicker without no broken legs." There was justice in his protest and Bud said nothing. But Sunfish's head bumped the tail of Eddie's horse many times during that ride.
All were armed and weapons were ready in their hands. They paused a short distance from the two men. Eddie's presence upon the side of the stranger saved Billy from instant death, for Eddie was well liked by both his Mexican and American fellow-workers. "What's the fuss?" asked an American.
He might still be called "horsey" and would consider the term a compliment. But Eddie Kaboff's fame and fortune had both dwindled since the good old betting days when little swindling games larded the solid profits of crooked races. One by one his thoroughbreds had given up their stalls to truck horses, just as Eddie's diamond studs had given place to plain buttons.
"Your chink's off every Sunday has the whole day and the Devil only could guess where a Chinaman'd go when he ain't working. Eddie Hughes ought to be on the job out there but would he?" "Father still kept Eddie?" "Yeh." The click of the jack and the car was lowering. "Eddie's lasted longer than I looked to see him. Due to be fired any time this past year. Been chasing over 'crost the tracks.
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