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Updated: May 28, 2025
But the store reached, that wonderfully revivifying hair of the tail, etc., partaken of, and a rapid change supervened. Quarts of coffee and some trifling solid further stimulated jaded energies, and in less than an hour the memory that the day was Wednesday, and that the gold-stage was to set out upon its eventful journey, became the chief thought in every mind.
Used as he was to the vagaries of his gambling friend, Minky was puzzled at the way he was discussing Suffering Creek with these strangers. His talk about James and the gold-stage was too rankly absurd for anything, and yet he knew that some subtle purpose must be underlying his talk. However, it was no time to question or contradict now, so he accepted the situation and his share in the game.
No sooner was the matter of the gold-stage passed than a fresh disturbance was upon them. And again the established industry of the place was completely at a standstill. Human nature could no more withstand the infection that was ravaging the camp than keep cool under a political argument. The thing that had happened now was tremendous.
You ain't yearnin' fer that gang to come snoopin' around Suffering Creek. So I'm guessin' we'll hev to pass a gold-stage out o' her some time." "You're mad," cried Minky in consternation. "That's as may be," retorted Bill, quite unruffled. "Anyways, I guess I spent a hundred dollars in a mighty good deal this day if it was rotten bad poker."
I was after him fer nigh three Say," he broke off it was not his way to indulge in reminiscence "I guess he's workin' with James." Then he laughed. "Gee! I allow he was rigged elegant most like some Bible-smashin' sky-pilot." Minky was still laboring hard to understand. "But all that yarn of the gold-stage?" he said sharply. "That?" Bill at once became serious. "Wal, that's pretty near right.
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