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By the time the ladder was put away again her hands were stinging till it was impossible to work, and she ran to the barn where she could put them against Patsie's flank while she blew her warm breath upon them. Patsie was ticklish, and twitched her loose hide nervously and gnawed at her feed-box with little squeals of excitement. The feed-box was of two-inch lumber instead of the usual sort.
The elder woman, however, upon the appearance of her daughter had begun to thrash hysterically about on the bed and wail. "Ma!" the girl exclaimed, "and now they want to use the barn and our men in the feed-box! What shall I do, ma? What shall I do?" Her mother did not seem to hear, so absorbed was she in her grievous flounderings and tears. "Ma!" appealed the girl. "Ma!"
"Thank you! This sutny goin' combine business with pleasuah!" "Get away with you!" scolded Old Man Curry. Now, nearly every one knows that the simon-pure feed-box information, the low-down and the dead-level tip, may be picked up behind any barn where hostlers, exercise boys, and apprentice jockeys congregate.
There was a smile in every one of them, and if he wrote more than ten lines there was a laugh. It was Mehronay who referred to Huddleson's livery-stable joint where the old soaks got their beer in a stall and salted it from the feed-box as "a gilded palace of sin."
And there was that profoundly strange feed-box, imperturbable with its burden of fantastic mystery. Suddenly from down near her feet the girl heard a crunching sound, a sort of a nibbling, as if some silent and very discreet terrier was at work upon the turf. She faltered back; here was no doubt another grotesque detail of this most unnatural episode.
So Jonas sat down on the feed-box, and carefully taking little Pat, he held him horizontally, firmly pressed between his hands and knees, with his feet stuck out toward me, while I knelt down before him and tried to put on the little socks.
"I'd gone in to see what kind of folks they were first," remarked Bobaday. "Yes, sir; that's what I'd orto done. But I leads them round to their feed-box after I watered 'em to a spring o' runnin' water. Then I doesn't know but the woman o' the house will give me a supper if I pays for it. So I slips to the side door and knocks. And a man opens the door." Robert Day drew in his breath quickly.
Jenkins's company was bidding on the Krugersdorpf job. He was much nicer than Mr. Kruse from the Brussels concern, and, anyhow, those Belgian firms had no chance at this contract, for Belgium was pro-Boer, and well, she had heard a few things around the office. Mitchell was getting "feed-box" information.
At last he spoke in his even, unchanging tone: "Well, I guess you'll have to climb into that feed-box. Step back and lift the lid." "Why, you don't mean " "Step back!" The girl felt a cry of warning arising to her lips as she gazed at this sentry. She noted every detail of his facial expression.
The Mexican painfully gained his feet and, swearing a mighty vengeance, caught up a heavy shovel. Pat saw what was coming and, dashing out into the corral, sought protection behind the feed-box. But the infuriated man hunted him out, dealing upon his quivering back blow after blow, until, stung beyond all caution, Pat sprang for the object of his suffering.
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