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"Nothin' but children's gassin'," he answered, meeting her eyes with an evil consciousness half loutish, half defiant, "and ef it war true, it would only sarve Hiram McKinstry right." She laid her hand upon his shoulder with swift suspicion. "Out o' my way, Seth Davis," she said suddenly, pushing him aside. "Ef this ez any underhanded work of yours, you'll pay for it."
"You've been gassin' just now about shootin' people in the back sayin' that I've been thinkin' of doin' it. But I reckon you ain't thought a lot about the way you're intendin' to put me out of business. I was wonderin' if it made any difference shootin' a man in the back or shootin' him when he ain't got any guns.
"Oh, Jim will take care of her. She won't be lonesome, either. He's a great favorite with the women, always gassin' Well, this won't feed the baby," he ended, leaping to his feet. They were about to start on when a swift team came into sight.
No answer. "You ain't got much stock. Guess the boys 'ave helped themselves liberal." Lablache turned his face towards his companion. He was fast being drawn. "Heard 'em gassin' about twenty thousand head some days back. Guess they've borrowed 'em," he went on indifferently. "You villain!" the exasperated prisoner hissed at last.
That individual had just finished thrashing a bull-headed young broncho with a quirt, because he wouldn't move from the spot where he had been saddled, when Tresler came up. The lean man was breathing hard as he rested, and he panted his farewell huskily. "Kep y'r gun good an' handy," he said. "Et's mighty good company, if et don't git gassin' wi'out you ast it a question."
"There ain't goin' to be no shootin'. You're that sensible. You're jest goin' to remain right hyar till daylight, or mebbe later. A gag'll prevent your gassin'. You're right in the track of white men, so I guess you'll do. See hyar, bo', jest shut it," as Jim Bowley essayed to speak, "cause my barker's itchin' to join in a conversation."
Oh, well, jest ez likely he DIDN'T say it it was only his gassin'. He's a queer man is Captain Jim." I replied somewhat sharply that I considered him a very honest man, a very simple man, and a very loyal man. "That's all very well," said Bassett, twirling his cane with a patronizing smile, "but, as his friend, don't you find him considerable of a darned fool?"
Billy paid no heed till he happened to hear his friend's name: "Yep, I seen Mark come in with Cherry early in the evening. He set right over there and gotter some drink. The girl was mad because he wouldn't get her what she wanted to drink. I happened to be settin' direckly in front and I heard her gassin' about it.
Through chapter after chapter he waited, silent and subdued, but at last his weariness overcame his fears. He rolled over on the rug and yawned loudly. "Aw, shucks!" he muttered; "they're as bad at gassin' as Ella Anne Long!" He waited through another chapter, and then broke in once more. "Say! couldn't you skip all that blather, an' tell us what happened next?
A bullet whistled past either ear, and he tumbled back into the tender, barking several fresh places on his sore body. "Wots the use?" he growled. "They don't understand. . . . Lidysmith don't 'elp none if they 'it me, though she's orl right for for tradition. I better lie low an' stop gassin' 'istory. . . . Any'ow, 'Uggins wouldn't sound right in 'istory."
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