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"I'll stay and take my medicine." "Gene, I could sure swear at you or any other pig-head of a cowboy. Listen. My brother-in-law, Jack, heard something of what I said to you last night. He doesn't like you. I'm afraid he'll tell Al. For Heaven's sake, man, go down-town and shut him up and yourself, too."
The weekly dancing classes having begun again, on one occasion when she had waltzed twice with Gene Hollister I protested. "Don't be silly, Hugh," she whispered. "Of course I like you better than anyone else you ought to know that." We never got to the word "love," but we knew the feeling. One cloud alone flung its shadow across these idyllic days.
"You do that again, you young coyote, and I'll begin to pump!" growled Bad Pete savagely. "I won't need to do it again," Tom returned. "Wait a few minutes, and you'll see." "Shall I drop him, Black?" inquired Pete. 'Gene Black was about to answer in the affirmative, when a sound up the trail caught his attention. "There's someone coming," snarled Black, using his keen powers of hearing.
But if you insist on bringin' him to court, let the arrest go to-day we're hevin' some fiesta hyar an' I'll fetch Gene in to El Cajon." "Nope. I reckon I'll take him when I got the chance, before he slopes." "I'm givin' you my word," thundered Stillwell. "I reckon I don't hev to take your word, Bill, or anybody else's."
But Gene Oh, Gene's some highfalutin in his ideas lately. Most of us boys think the guerrillas are out to rob that's all." Whatever might have been the secret motive of Don Carlos and his men, they did not allow it to interfere with a hearty appreciation of a generous amount of food. Plainly, each individual ate all that he was able to eat at the time.
'You are prisoners! "The uproar in the cellar died out instantly. After a brief hesitation they came out one by one, being disarmed and herded in a corner as they emerged into the kitchen. "'Take them away, commanded the officer. "'Monsieur le Capitaine, said Gené, tugging at his sleeve.
Tom Reade's face turned deathly white. 'Gene Black stood before him, gazing tauntingly into the eyes of the Young Chief engineer. "You scoundrel -you unhung imitation of Satan himself!" gasped Reade, great beads of perspiration standing out on his face. "Oho!
I think you boys must be the bravest fellows, to sleep out there without even your mother with you!" She smiled the credulous smile of ignorant innocence and pulled the gate open. "Jack promised to take me up to Hartley to-day," she explained over her shoulder. "When I come back, you'll show me just where it was, won't you, Gene? You don't suppose it would walk in the grove in the daytime, do you?
"I sent it -or ordered it sent." Tom started in earnest this time. "Did you ever hear of ways of cutting out a telegraph wire and then attaching one of the cut ends to a box relay?" queried the scoundrel. "I -I believe I have heard of some such thing," Reade hesitated. "Was that the trick you played on me?" "Yes," nodded Gene Black. "We cut the wire just below here.
They were all astir at dawn; and after eating, they parted; Gene careering south without a care on his mind; while Garth and Natalie turned their apprehensive faces toward the lake. What they were to find there they did not know; but intuition warned them it would be sufficiently painful.
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