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Well Al he hit one a mile all right but it was 1/2 a mile up and the other 1/2 a mile down and that's the way it goes with them gabby guys and its the same way with the Germans and they talk all the time so as they will get thirsty and that's how they like to be.
"I'll change into my old clothes, put four mud chains on my car, and drive up, to the exchange in a hurry, then give some gabby guy a tip to grab Desert Scorpion for me at a dollar and a half all he can get. After that I'll shoot out of town on high, with the cut-out open. There will be a string of cars after me inside of half an hour, and the stock will be up before I can get back."
"Is that all?" shrugged Bud. "Likely nobody thought to close it tight." Gabby made no answer, but his expression, as he went silently about his work, failed to show conviction. "Ain't he a scream?" inquired Bud an hour later, when they had saddled up and were on their way. "I don't wonder Tenny can't get nobody to stay in camp with him. It would be about as cheerful as a morgue."
Look at her!" He laughed and glared at his friend. Lockwood closed his eyes nervously. "I've got a headache in this damned place," he muttered. "Wait a minute." Dorn seized his arm. "I want to talk. I feel gabby. My lady friend doesn't understand words." The sulphurous eyes glowed caresses over him.
"Don't you know that you an' me stand to swing if any of de bunch gets gabby in front of dis phoney punk?"
Before Gabby Pete could reply, Jack stepped impulsively from the doorway. "Yes, you did," said he. "Pete gave it to me to keep for you." "Where is it?" Rollins brusquely demanded. "Step into my room," said Jack. Rollins complied. When he saw Mr. Temple, Bob and Frank, he recoiled as if to flee. But Jack barred the doorway. Rollins was speechless. Mr.
A direct question from the eccentric individual was so novel that Buck paused in buckling on his cartridge-belt, and stared at him in frank surprise. "Why, no," he returned promptly. "Were you, Bud?" "I sure wasn't. I didn't budge after my head hit the mattress. What gave yuh the notion, old-timer?" "Door unlatched," growled Gabby, continuing his preparations for breakfast.
"I'm light," he said. "I'll sit on the door. Let's go." Remedios opened the throttle and with a rattle and roar, the ramshackle old car darted ahead on the road taken by Gabby Pete, and soon had left the town behind and was out on the desert. Only the upper edge of the sun stood now above the western mountains, and the purple shadows were long across the plain.
"I'll send you down to help Gabby Smith at Red Butte camp. That's 'way to hell and gone down at the south end of the outfit, where nobody goes from here more'n about once in six months. Gabby's one of these here solitary guys that's sorta soured on the world in gen'al, an' don't hardly open his face except to take in grub, but yuh can trust him.
"I think I told Joe about Jim," said Susan reflectively. "I was awful gabby downstairs. Yes I told him." And her lowered eyes gleamed with satisfaction when the madam cried out: "You did! And after that he brought you here! He's got it in for me. But I'll ruin him! I'll tear him up!" Susan dressed with the utmost deliberation, the madam urging her to make haste.
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