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"The fat's in the fire now, sure enough. Just the same, I back your play, Phil." He turned recklessly to the man in the doorway. "You may tell your friends up on Bear Creek that we own this range and mean to hold it. We don't aim to let our cattle be starved, and we don't aim to lie down before rustlers. Understand?" The nester smiled, but there was no gayety in his eyes.
"I guess you can have him if you want him," answered the sergeant-major. "Have you anything else to do to-day, Benson?" "Not that I know about," was Fat's reply. "Stay here, then, until the sergeant is through with you." That night the stores sergeant suggested that Fat come to him next day.
In Sing Fat's a bit of old Cloissonne, tiny pieces of enamel on silver, done with infinite pains by hand labor, perhaps centuries ago, grown beautiful with age. In the White House georgette flowers, exquisite things made for the passing minute, a whiff and a whim and off they go.
'Why, you idiot, it was IT! If Gordon's lawyers get that paper and they've been after it for a year then the fat's all in the fire. There's nothin' left for me to do but compromise. "When Peter T. mentioned the name of Gabriel Sterzer, me and Jonadab begun to see a light, too. 'Course you remember the bust-up of the Aluminum Trust everybody does. The papers was full of it.
Fat's prime chance came at the end of the first fortnight, when the stores sergeant was kept in bed for a few days from unusually severe after-effects of vaccination. The pair of soldiers had not been in the new stores sufficiently long nor taken keen enough interest in them to be of much use except when working under direction. So the real storekeeper was Fat for the interim.
"The government has pretty well picked them clean." "Could I see your Cousin Allie's letters?" "What good would it do?" asked the dour man across the table from me. "The fat's in the fire, and we've got to face the consequences." "And that's exactly what I've been trying to tell you, you foolish old calvanistic autocrat!
She broke into an amused giggle, the note he sometimes fancied she kept for him alone. "Why, yes," she said, "of course I have. I telephoned Mr. Whitney, and he was in a great state over it. He came round, and I gave it to him." "A lawyer!" said Raven, in disgust. "A damned accurate, precedent-preaching lawyer! Well, the fat's in the fire now. What did you have to be so confounded previous for?"
The ranger smiled, but rather seriously. "The fat's in the fire now, sure enough, ma'am." She turned anxiously upon him. "Why did you tell him all that? Why did you let him go away, believing you were here as a spy to trap him and his friends?" "I let him have the truth. Anyhow, I couldn't have made good with a denial. He had the evidence. I can't keep him from believing what he wants to."
The editor took their names and addresses, and said he should write to them all in the morning and announce his decision. Then, after they had gone, he turned to Denison with a pleasant smile and an approving look at Sum Fat's shirt, and asked him if he had had previous experience of proof-reading. Denison, in a diffident manner, said that he had not exactly had much. 'Just so.
We must make it clear that we well know who he is, and that if he squeals, the fat's in the fire!" "That's the right spirit. We'll make him shake in his boots for fear we give not only the secret, but the boy, over to the tender mercies of the authorities.
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