Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 26, 2025
Just as I come by that lumber-pile down yonder, a man hopped out an throwed a 'gat' under my nose. He was quicker than light, and near blowed my skelp into the next block before he saw who I was; then he dropped his weepon and said: "'My mistake. Go on. I accepted his apology." "Could you see who he was?" "Sure. Guess." "I can't." "It was the Bronco Kid." "Lord!" ejaculated Glenister.
At night, one leaving the illuminated portion of the town found this darkness intensified. Glenister knew his course so well that he could have walked it blindfolded. Nearing a corner of the warehouse this evening he remembered that the planking at this point was torn up, so, to avoid the mud, he leaped lightly across.
Toby glanced inquiringly at the Kid, who caught Cherry's reassuring look and nodded, so he arose and the girl slid into the vacant chair. This woman would make no errors the dealer knew that; her keen wits were sharpened by hate it showed in her face. If Glenister escaped destruction to-night it would be because human means could not accomplish his downfall.
Some one coughed, and it sounded like a gunshot. Slowly the dealer's fingers retraced their way. He hesitated purposely and leered at the girl, then the three-spot disappeared and beneath it lay the ace as the king had lain on that other wager. It spelled utter ruin to Glenister. He raised his eyes blindly, and then the deathlike silence of the room was shattered by a sudden crash.
"I wonder what Helen was doing there," Glenister answered, irrelevantly, for he had been more shaken by his encounter with her than at his part in the rest or the enterprise, and his mind, which should have been busied with the flight, held nothing but pictures of her as she stood in the half darkness under the fear of his Winchester. "What if she ever learned who that black ruffian was!"
The creature on the stairs above stammered and stuttered, inquiringly: "What outrage is this, Mr. Glenister?" "The people of Nome are up in arms, and I've come to save you. Don't stop to argue." He spoke impatiently. "Is this some r-ruse to get me into your power?" "Uncle Arthur!" exclaimed the girl, sharply. Her eyes met Glenister's and begged him to take no offence.
"Folks don't lend money in Alaska." They relapsed into a moody silence. "I met a feller this mornin' that's workin' on the Midas," the old man resumed. "He came in town fer a pair of gum boots, an' he says they've run into awful rich ground so rich that they have to clean up every morning when the night shift goes off 'cause the riffles clog with gold." "Think of it!" Glenister growled.
Did you think they went UP-stream?" She was looking squarely at him now, and he dropped his eyes. "No, the posse started in that direction, but I put them right." There was an odd light in her glance, and he felt the blood drumming in his ears. She sent them down-stream! So that was why there had been no pursuit! Then she must suspect she must know everything! Glenister was stunned.
These men will help you through; I can't. Then when you get to Nome, make your sweetheart marry you the day you land. You are too far north to be alone." He stepped out into the passage and closed the door carefully. "Well, bein' as me an' Glenister is gougin' into the bowels of Anvil Creek all last summer, we don't really get the fresh-grub habit fastened on us none.
"The negro wanted to bind me so that I couldn't give the alarm, but his chivalry prevented. He was a most gallant darky." "What did you do when they left?" "Why, I kept my word and waited until they were out of sight, then I roused the camp, and set Mr. McNamara and his men right after them down the gulch." "DOWN the gulch!" spoke Glenister, off his guard. "Yes, of course.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking