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"What you aimin' to do?" he questioned. "I've been thinking it over," said Lawler. "You ain't figgerin' to lay down to the cusses?" Caldwell's voice was low and cold. Lawler looked straight at him, smiling. Caldwell laughed, and the others grinned. "Lawler, we knowed you wouldn't," declared Caldwell; "but a man's got a right to ask. Right here an' now somethin' has got to be done.
"But it ain't comin' my way. No. Not by a sight." Then, after a watchful pause, he continued: "I'm kind o' figgerin' whose way. Not mine, or yours. Eh, Bob? We could do with it. Pity, ain't it?" Bob turned. His eyes sought the face in the shadow of the doorway. "I'm no descendant of Judas," he said coldly. "No. But Judas didn't sell a gang of murdering cattle rustlers. That ain't Judas money."
On the other hand, it was my maternal grandfather, Spotted Tail, who killed Eye-of-the-Moon in their duel on horseback that I've so often told you about. And now it seems Broken Feather and I are at enmity." "Yes," put in Gideon Birkenshaw, "but I ain't figgerin' as Broken Feather's takin' heredity inter consideration; not a whole lot.
His dad done it good, too good as 'twas ever done, I guess. "But next day Gabe himself happens along, and I see right off that I'd made a mistake in my reckonin'. The Honorable Atkinson Holway wa'n't figgerin' to borrow nothin'. When a chap has been skinnin' halibut, minnows are too small for him to bother with. Gabe was full of fried clams and philanthropy. "'By Jove!
There was an unconscious note of wistfulness in her tones. "I kin read an' do a little figgerin', but I don't know much of anythin' else. I couldn't go to school an' begin again where I left off, Jim; I'd be sort of ashamed. Oh, look at that big wagon drivin' out of that gate! Maybe we'll git a lift."
Wal, I'm figgerin' you've seen both to-night, anyway; an' I'll further tell you this if you'd got the drop on him this night an' brought him down, you'd 'a' done what most every feller fer two hundred miles around has been layin' to do fer years, an' you'd 'a' been the biggest pot in Montana by sundown to-morrow." He spoke with an accent of triumph, and paused for effect.
"Boys," he said at last, "I've been figgerin' that he's just madder'n blazes at what you done to the sails, and that as soon's he works his mad off he'll turn tail. Judgin' from what he said to me, it ain't safe to tackle him right away. It will only keep him mad. Hold tight for a little while and let's see what he'll do when he cools.
For the Lord's sake keep a-lookin', boys." "That nigh hoss is deef. There don't seem to be no use saying WHOA to her." "Them brakes don't hold fer sour peanuts. I been figgerin' on tackin' on a new shoe for a week." "I never was over this road but onct, and then I was headed th' other way. I was driving of a corpse."
We could have come tomorrow or next day just as well, but no, nothin' to do but I must start today 'cause I'd planned to. This comes of figgerin' to profit by what folks leave to you in wills. Talk about dead men's shoes! Live men's rubber boots would be worth more to you and me this minute. SUCH a cruise as this has been!"
You are doing all, and more than any one else would do for me, and I will accept nothing further." "You're figgerin' wrong," he retorted quite harshly. "'Tain't fer you. No, no, it's fer him. Y' see we're kind o' dependin' on him, Arizona an' me " "What for?" the girl asked quietly. "Wal, y' see wal it's like this. He's goin' to be a rancher.
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