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Again he lifted his hand, and they strained their ears. "I've done that by the hour since you left and the daft gold-diggers went up trail after you. The other fellas feel it, too. Don't know what we'd have done without Kaviak. Think we ought to keep that kid, you know." "I could get on without Kaviak if only we had some light. It's this villainous twilight that gets into my head.
I neva wanted you should have anything to do with the fellas that go to that woman's. There ain't any of 'em to be depended on." It was the first time that her growing jealousy of Miss Milray had openly declared itself; but Clementina had felt it before, without knowing how to meet it. As an escape from it now she was almost willing to say, "Mrs. Lander, I want to tell you that Mr.
And all the excitement of being in a fracas, getting in the dill, and all. I just want to be like the other fellas, Papa." Freddy could only stare at him. Sam tried to explain. "Shucks, it was really you that made me want to become a mercenary. You're the best Telly reporter of them all. When you cover a fracas, Papa, you really do it. You can see everything." He shook his head in admiration.
"Say, Bud, them Starr boys has cleaned us out on ropin' and racin'. We trimmed 'em on ridin'. Now that makes two to one, and we're askin' you as a old-timer if we're goin' to let them fellas ride north a-tellin' every hay-tosser atween here and Stacey that we're a bunch of jays?" "Oh, shucks!" was all Bud had to say.
He signaled Keddie to stop, and the outfit came to a halt. "Hello, Jo, and fellas!" cried the beaming Mr. Tweet, descending from his car. "The man who just passed you in the touring car is Mr. Richard Huber, one of our first citizens. He's Ragtown's first merchant. He's gone to direct the trucks to come to Greater Ragtown with their loads.
A lot of the fellas up in the high country have enlisted in the regulars, and some have gone over to Canada to join the Foreign Legion. Now, I don't want to be the last hombre on this mesa to go." "There has been no call for men by the Nation." "But it's comin', dad. Any fella can see that. I kind of hate to wait till Uncle Sam says I got to go. I don't like going that way."
He held to a somber silence, smoking moodily, a vigilant eye on his prisoners. Two or three times he looked at his watch impatiently. It must have been close to midnight when he rose as if to go. "I'm going back into the bushes," he announced. "If any of you fellas make a move to free yourself inside of half an hour I'll guarantee you die of lead poisoning sudden."
"Listen, fellas," said Roger eagerly, ignoring Astro, "to go into the finals against Richards and the Capella unit, we've got to beat the Arcturus crew, right?" "Yeah," agreed Tom, "and it won't be easy. We just happened to get the breaks." "Then why don't we put the game on ice?" said Roger. "Freeze the ball! We got 'em one to nothing, that's enough to beat them.
"Did you know Father Wills went by, last night, when those fellows began to row about getting out the whisky?" "No." "He says there's another stampede on." "Where to?" "Koyukuk this time." "Why didn't he come in?" "Awful hurry to get to somebody that sent for him. Funny fellas these Jesuits. They believe all those odd things they teach." "So do other men," said the Colonel, curtly.
"Well, if your friend sports a black Stetson and a dam' bad eye and performs with a short-barreled .45, he rode in this afternoon just about a hour behind three other fellas. They lit out into the dry spot. Reckon you'll find your friend out there, if the coyotes ain't got to him." Ramon limped to the rail and untied Dex. Then he mounted his own horse.
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