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I inquired curiously. "Just took it". "Doesn't it belong to anybody?" "It's part of one of these big Greaser ranchos," said Pine impatiently. "I made a good try to git to the bottom of it. One fellar says he owns it, and will sell; then comes another that says he owns it and won't sell. And so on. They don't nohow use this country, except a few cattle comes through once in a while.
"Take us there," and Curtis entered the vehicle, which whirled out of sight in the peculiarly downright fashion of the automobile. The elevator man looked after it, and tickled another section of his scalp. "I'd a notion she was going to marry that Frenchman," he said to himself. "Of course, it's her business, an' not mine, but of the two I'd take a chance with this new fellar.
Dip, swish, bang! On they came with an increasing roar, the white water splashing under their bow. Wilson dropped his brush and looked on with open mouth. Great Cæsar! he knew that old fellar in the stern. He had smoked pipes with him in the Samoa house by the bridge.
"I don't have to ask you, Mr. Dick," I replied. "Lad, I'll need a young fellar bad next summer," said old Hiram, with twinkling eyes. "One as can handle a rope, an' help tie up lions an' sich." "Oh! my bear cub! I'd forgotten him. I wanted to take him home." "Wal, thar weren't no sense in thet, youngster, fer you couldn't do it. He was a husky cub." "I hate to give up my mustang, too.
An' last, this horse tradin', an' wild horse catchin'. Sellin' an' shippin' has attracted lots of men. Every day or so a new fellar, like you, drops in from east of the Rockies. There are some big mining men investigatin' the claims. An' if good mineral is found Marco will be solid, an' not just a mushroom town." "Any law?" inquired Pan thoughtfully.
The "little bit in" settled Matteo completely. Something seemed to crack in the wretched Greek's throat, and he dropped back. "Monday, Monday!" said Harvey, eagerly, "where are they?" "Hullo, Massa Dick!" said faithful Monday; "I'se gwine to give this fellar toko an' den I'll jine yar." "He's done for," said Dick, hastily. "Come now." "He might come too," said Monday, in some doubt. "No fear."
"Wade, I reckon you want to go fetch Wils?" queried Lem. "If it's all the same to you. I'd rather not," replied Wade. "By Golly! I don't blame you. Boys, shore'n hell, Burley's after Wils." "Wal, suppos'n' he is," said Montana. "You can gamble Wils ain't agoin' to run. I'd jest like to see him face thet outfit. Burley's a pretty square fellar. An' he's no fool."
Who's disposin' of 'em for this fellar?" "Where's Brandt from?" asked Wetzel. "Detroit; he's a French-Canadian." Wetzel swung sharply around, his eyes glowing like wakening furnaces. "Bing Legget's a French-Canadian, an' from Detroit. Metzar was once thick with him down Fort Pitt way 'afore he murdered a man an' became an outlaw. We're on the trail, Jack."
"Bring ze leetle boat along ze side of ze sheep, you black fellar, an' come up here wiz ze olif fer ze Capitaine." "Scull in close against those steps, Alphonse," I muttered, overjoyed at this rare stroke of good fortune. "Then pull out a few strokes; but stay alongside until I come back. Don't let any one get aboard, and keep a quiet tongue yourself."
No one had ventured to broach the matter to the Hautville men, for obvious reasons. "I wouldn't vally your skin if that fellar overheard what you was sayin' of when he come up the road, Joe Simpson," one loafer drawled to another, when Eugene left the store that afternoon and had disappeared going the long way home.
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