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"I'll divide," said Sandy, as he mounted his horse. "Wait till we make camp. You fellers pack the beavers." Fresno untied Allie from the tree, but he left the lasso round her; holding to it and her arm, he rudely dragged her to his horse. "Git up, an' hurry," he ordered. Allie mounted. The stirrups were too long.
Irrelevant pictures, disconnected, having no point, chased across his brain the saloon in Fresno where he had cleaned the brasses, and, jostling it, Chrystie's face, just before she had wept, puckered like a baby's.
The people in Fresno had heard but little of the present truth. There was one brother living in the town, however, who had done a little house-to-house work, lending books, visiting the sick, etc. Among others, he had made the acquaintance of two aged sisters, one of whom was a habitual user of morphine.
Echo played the opening bars of "The Old Folks at Home." Before she sang Fresno, holding up his right index-finger, remarked to no one in particular: "I washed that finger." The singing deeply affected her little audience. Echo had a sweet, natural voice. She threw her whole soul into the old ballad. She was so happy she felt like singing, not lively airs, but songs about home.
As we watched them, we could imagine that they entered into the fun of the sport and really felt mischievous. At Fresno, the next place in our itinerary, a widow provided us with a furnished house, rent free, with fruit in the cellar and everything needed to make us comfortable. We remembered at this time that Elijah was provided for by a widow.
She had her own ideas she eloped with the second tragedian from the theatre over there. Hom Kip put detectives on them, and caught her at Fresno. But she'd already married her actor American fashion; and the Portland bridegroom is waiting until father makes his little blossom a widow." "As temporary Empress of Chinatown, I order that he shall do nothing of the kind," said Eleanor.
Come on, Mr. Fresno, and give us a hand. We'll bring it in." "It's a present!" exclaimed the athlete, brightly, when the three had gone out. "They seem more friendly this morning." "Yes!" Glass laughed, mirthlessly. "They think you're going to win." "Well, how do you know I can't win? You never saw this cook run." "I don't have to; I've seen you." "Just the same, I'm in pretty good shape.
In a most apologetic voice he said: "Well, that's the first tune my sister learned to play, an' she played it continuous which is why I left home." "I'd sure like to oblige you, but Maiden's Prayers ain't in my repetory," explained the mollified musician. Fresno raised his finger uncertainly over the keyboard searching for a key from which to make a start. The group watched him expectantly.
I reckon he'd commit a murder for that phonograph he's so full of sentiment." Fresno spoke sympathetically. "It's a fortunate thing for you fellows that Speed came when he did. I'm anxious for him to beat this cook, and I hate to see him so careless with his training." "Careless!" cried Helen. "What's he done?" inquired Stover. "Nothing, so far. That's the trouble.
I rode over with our crowd just now." Fresno looked back. "Let's step around to the other side of the corral; I want to talk to you." He led the way; then inquired, "Is this your runner?" "That's him. His name's Skinner, and that's a promisin' title to bet on." Gallagher slipped a roll of bank-notes from his pocket. "Unhook! I'll bet you." "No, no! I think myself Mr. Skinner will win.
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