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"Come clean, McRae. Who was it? There'll be nothin' doin' till I know that," he growled. "My daughter." West glared at him, for once astonished out of profanity. "What?" "My daughter Jessie." "Goddlemighty, d'ja mean to tell me a girl did it?" He threw back his head in a roar of Homeric laughter. "Ever hear the beat of that? A damn li'l' Injun squaw playin' her tricks on Bully West!
Phil and Tom Dixon had quietly circled round so as to cut off Weaver's retreat in case he attempted one. "He's got the rustler with him," Tom Dixon cried quickly. "Goddlemighty, so he has. We'll make a clean sweep," the Southerner cried, his eyes blazing. "Then you'll destroy the man who was ready to give his life for mine," his daughter said quietly. "What's that? How's that, Phyllie?"
Mary had risen from the bed once and paced the floor in the dark for more than an hour, like a frightened, wild animal, trapped and caged for the first time in life. With growing wonder, Nance counted the beat of her foot-fall, five steps one way and five back round after round, round after round, in ceaseless repetition. "Goddlemighty, is she gone clean crazy!" she exclaimed.
He stared at his lean employer as though a small bomb had exploded at his feet and numbed his brains. But he was no more surprised than Tom, whose wooden face was expressionless. "Goddlemighty! Ain't I jus' been tellin' you how he wrecked the whole show how he sold out to that bunch of spies the Canadian Gov'ment has done sent up there?" exploded West.
"I hain't got no license ter dissuade ye, ner ter fault ye," he declared, "but I hopes ter Goddlemighty she hain't got no time of day fer ye." That afternoon Maggard sat before the doorstep of Old Caleb Harper's house when the setting sun was splashing from a gorgeous palette above the ragged crests of the ridges.
Mysterious Pete knew that if this were true, his race was run. "Goddlemighty, Miss Snaith! I swear I thought it was Clanton. He was drawing a gun on me." Lee drew the boy to her bosom so that her body was between the killer and his victim. A swift, up-blazing, maternal fury seemed to leap from her face. "Don't come any nearer! Don't you dare!" she cried. The man's covert glance swept round.
I would do it again." "Slept with Anna, did you?" She felt again that furious tide of blood sweep into her face. "Yes. From the time of the shooting." "Goddlemighty, gyurl, I wisht you'd keep out of my business." "And let you do murder?" "Why did you save him? Because you love him?" demanded Sanderson fiercely. "Because I love you. But you're too blind to see it." "And him do you love him?
"Goddlemighty!" said Joel, "how air we goin' to git them sheep back?" Up and up rose the bleating and baaing, for Beelzebub, like the prince of devils that he was, seemed bent on making all the mischief possible. "How AIR we goin' to git 'em back?" Chad nodded then, and Jack with an eager yelp made for the river Whizzer at his heels.
One sat on the bed with a leg tied to the post. The other was at the table playing solitaire, a revolver lying beside the cards. The card-player was Meldrum. He jumped up with an oath. "Goddlemighty! What's she doing here?" he demanded in his hoarse raucous bass. "That's her business and mine," Rutherford answered haughtily. "It's mine too, by God!
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