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Possibly my monosyllabic reply was even shorter than it needed to have been for he gestured an almost imperceptible shrug, and hesitated while he again bestowed upon me that half quizzical glance which seemed to conceal a sneer, or which might have been intended to suggest that I should have understood some obscure meaning behind his words; but I chose not to see it.
I was not taking them seriously in the least. The Britisher gestured me toward a seat, but it seemed superfluous for so brief an interview, and I remained standing with my hands resting on a chair. "I'll have your passport!" There was something curt in his manner. "Ah! And your name is ?" "My name is Devereux Bayne." "How old are you?" "Thirty." "Where do you live?" "In New York and Washington."
Ever since her mother died and left her in my arms, I've been one of those carried away by ambition. God is damning me for it, in this!" He abruptly straightened himself to his old form, and gestured toward the sobbing girl at his feet. "I am paying more to her than as if I'd given you the Rattler and all all everything! for the paltry ore I pulled from under your feet. You shall have your money.
Medart followed her into the dining area and to Ryan's table; when the Warleader gestured them to sit, they did so. "I took the liberty of ordering breakfast for both of you," he told them. "It should be here very shortly." "Thanks," Medart said. "And thanks for letting me keep my saber and gun, too. The gun I could replace if I ever get back; the saber's special." He paused, grinned.
"Put up your gun, Ed," said the chief, addressing the deputy who had The Spider covered. "He's fooled us, proper." "Let 'em out, one at a time," and The Spider gestured to the Mexican, Manuelo. "And tell your friends," he continued, addressing the chief deputy, "that Showdown is run peaceful and that I run her." When they were gone The Spider turned to Pete. "Want to ride back to Concho?"
Stern saw the man's eyes follow the revolver, as he gestured with it; the high-lights gleaming along the barrel seemed to fascinate the tall barbarian. But still he drew no step backward. Still in silence, with crossed arms, he waited, watched and took counsel only with himself. "Thank God, it's out at last!" exclaimed the engineer, and heaved a sigh of genuine, heartfelt relief.
Beneath them, among the trees, Black Hill showed roof and chimney. Then up the path toward them came Peter Lindsay. He seemed to come in haste and a kind of fear. When he saw the two he threw up his hands, then violently gestured to them to go back upon their path, drop beneath the hilltop. They obeyed, and he came to them himself, panting, sweat upon him for all the chill night. "Mr. Ian Laird!
The graduates delivered addresses in sign language, while one of the College professors read their remarks from manuscript, very few of the audience understanding the gestured speech.
She touched her eyes with her handkerchief. "Thank you, Mr. Mix. Yes, I intend to make a contribution to our League in memory of my brother. You're familiar with our League?" He gestured effectively. "Familiar with it? You might as well ask me if I'm familiar with the Emancipation Proclamation the Magna Charta." And this was accurate; his knowledge of all three was based on hearsay evidence.
Presently, Montoya drew out the hand-carved belt and holster, held it up, and inspected it critically. He felt of it with his calloused hands, and finally gestured to Pete. "It is for you, muchacho. I made it. Stand so. There, it should hang this way." Montoya buckled the belt around Pete and stepped back. "A little to the front. Bueno! Tie the thong round your leg so. That is well!
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