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An hour before that Willis G. Briscoe had done the silent sneak, wearin' his mouth droopy. Mr. Robert meets me outside with the fraternal grip and says he's proud of me. "Thanks, Mr. Robert," says I. "It was a case of framin' up a job for myself, or else four-flushin' along until you tied the can to me. And I need the Corrugated just now."
"A kind of four-flushin' hombre a coyote in sheep's clothin', I should judge," drawled Kid Wolf. "Thet just about describes him," the woman agreed. "But yo' sho'ly aren't alone on yo' ranch. Wheah's yo' men?" asked The Kid. "They quit last week." "Quit?" The Kid's eyebrows went up a trifle. "All of them five in all, includin' the foreman.
All I wanted was an advance till pay day! Got a check coming. You high-tone, kid-glove Eastern towerists want to watch out who you go calling destitute. I bet I make a lot more money than a lot of your four-flushin' friends!" Claire wondered if she couldn't stop the car now, and tell him to get off. But that snapping eye was too vicious.
He's only four-flushin', and I ain't gun shy." "Now, look a yeah, sonny," he cried to Bud, "if that squirt-gun of yours goes off an' hits me, an' I find it out well, I reckon I'll have to spank you." Bud tried to break away from Polly, begging her to "Let go." The girl laid her hands on his shoulder, gazing pleadingly into his flushed face. "Don't, don't," she cried; "it's all right.
He could even hear the intonations of the voice that had uttered them: "This country is too crowded for both of us." Masten was beginning to believe that. He had thought that very morning, of leaving, of escaping, rather. But Chavis had reassured him, had ridiculed him, in fact. "Randerson's four-flushin'," Chavis had laughed. "He's took a shine to Ruth, an' he's aimin' to scare you out.
"You know why I'm here to stomp the life out of you an' yore brother for what you done to my sister. I've listened to yore brags about what you would do when you met up with them that killed Ranse Roush. Fine! Now let's see you make good. I'm the man that ran him down an' put an end to him. Go through, you four-flushin' coward! Come a-shootin' whenever you're ready."
And, say, there wa'n't any use tryin' to kid myself into thinkin' maybe she don't mean it. I'd seen how strong this story of little Helma's had got to her; and, believe me, when Vee gets real stirred up over anything she's some earnest party no four-flushin' about her! And it don't seem to make much diff'rence who blocks the path.
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