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Wilder after he had announced the fact. "You'll have a chance to shoot at something better than a measely prairie wolf to-morrow, I hope." "Or perhaps to-night," chimed in Horace. "Maybe a ghost'll attack our camp." "That will do, youngster. If you talk any more about ghosts, I'll make you ride back to the ranch in the dark.
His ghost'll haunt you if you're turning me down, kid. Why, ain't you the heir of a rich rancher over the hills? Ain't that what I been told?" "I was," said Terry, "until today." "Ah! You got turned out for beaning Minter?" Terry remained silent. "Without a cent?" Suddenly the pudgy arm of Denver shot out and his finger pointed into Terry's face. "You damn fool!
Waked up feelin' for a harpoon to throw among 'em. My ghost'll haunt the man that wrongs my little sweetheart. "That's not all, my hearty. Somebody's brought bad luck aboard that's certain. A voyage begun in bad luck, as this ere voyage has been, never ends in good luck. But you're young, and so cheer up. Look ahead, and never let present misfortunes discourage you.
"And if inside six months you don't see three hundred thousand Italian soldiers carrying Phillipson's best," he informed me, "I'll take a back seat and let young Jim Furman, who thinks I'm a has-been and he's the one white hope, begin to draw my pay. You can't beat those rifles. When the boys get to carrying them, old Francis Joseph's ghost'll weep.
"Oh! nothing; only things seem to be on the jump with us right now; and a fellow can't turn around without bumping into a wild man, or some bogus money-makers, it seems. P'raps the ghost'll show up next. Listen! wasn't that somebody trying to blow your bugle, Bobolink, that you left hung up in the tent?" "It sure was, for a fact. Let's start on a run, fellows.
The mate was the first, but mark me words, there'll be more dead men before the trip is done with. Hist, now, between you an' meself and the stanchion there, this Wolf Larsen is a regular devil, an' the Ghost'll be a hell-ship like she's always ben since he had hold iv her. Don't I know? Don't I know? Don't I remember him in Hakodate two years gone, when he had a row an' shot four iv his men?
The Ramblin' Kid stepped up to him. "You damned yellow heathen," he said in a level voice, "if you ever play that trick on that cat again th' Quarter Circle KT will be shy a cook an' your ghost'll be headin' pronto for China!" Without waiting for a reply he went back to the gate and watched Skinny and Carolyn June ride down the lane.
'Lord! says somebody 'twas Withrow himself 'but if that don't look like the ghost of Maurice Blake's vessel! 'Yes, hollers back the skipper and they must've been some surprised to hear him 'and the ghost'll be with you to-morrow in the race. Yes, the skipper says, 'and we're all ready for it.
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