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I see he's all shot to pieces behind, 'n' he's stoppin' fast. I'm standin' at the inner rail ten len'ths from the wire, 'n' the Elephant colt gets to Hamilton right in front of me. "'I gotcha, jock! yells the boy on the Elephant. "'They don't pay off here, says Micky, 'n' sticks the lines in his face.

"Come around later, Heine," put in Drummond. "I'll have another note." "Gotcha!" replied Heine, and picked up a rifle to sight at a target before strolling nonchalantly on. Two miles out of town next morning Heine took out his pocketknife and slit the envelope covering the note that Drummond had given him to be delivered to Jerkline Jo.

"It's partly made of Blue Grass, like a 'horse's neck. But if it's too much trouble, just give me a Cola." The barkeep grinned, too. "I gotcha, Steve," and poured out the soft drink. Hanlon sat sipping his innocuous drink, looking about him quietly.

No such luck!" His mouth to the fellow's ear, P. Sybarite whispered hoarsely and hurriedly: "Unhook your license number throw it in the car get ready to move on the word lady in that car kidnapped I love her d'you understand? we must get her away another thousand in this for you " "Gotcha," the man cut in smartly. "And I'm with you to the last act! Go to it, bo' I like your style!"

"Gotcha!" drawled Heine, and slouched on up the street. "Confound it!" Drummond grumbled to Lucy little later. "Why in thunder doesn't Tweet put a telephone line to civilization? We're wasting time!" "Couldn't do anything, anyway, till Jo's on her feet again," the girl practically pointed out. "Don't be overimpatient." Eight days later Heine Schultz faced them again.

But when we gotcha out he was layin' right atop of ya, 'ith his arms spread out, trying t'cover ya! Gee, it was great! Everybody was just as still, like he was preachin'!" After a long time Mark said: "Billy, did you ever hear the words, 'Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friend?" "Yep," said Billy, "That's in the Bible I think, if 'taint in Shakespeare.

"I gotcha," announced Bross, upon prolonged and painful analysis. "How?" asked P. Sybarite, who had fallen to thinking of other matters. "I mean, I just dropped to your high-sign to mind my own business. All right, P.S. Far be it from me to wanta pry into your Past. Besides, I 'm scared to never can tell what I'll turn up like, f'rinstance, Per " "Steady!"

I gotcha good and hard now right where I wantcha an' ye won't " Bang! Click! Billy had been lying among the thick undergrowth, flat on his back, his left arm flung above his head, but his right arm was thrust out from his body under a thick clump of laurel, and his right hand held the gun ready for any emergency when he inadvertently went to sleep.

As the car, now south-bound, swung up the hill near One Hundred and Fifth Street, at whose crest there is a sharp curve with thick-growing, overhanging trees, Larry opened the right door and said: "Show me a little speed, driver, as soon as you pass this curve!" "I gotcha," replied the chauffeur.

The cab drawing up to the curb, out P. Sybarite hopped, a dollar in hand for the chauffeur, and the admonition: "I'm keeping you; wait till I come out, if I'm all night; and don't let your motor die, 'cause I may be in a hurry." "Gotcha," said the chauffeur tersely; pocketed the bill; lighted a cigarette.... P. Sybarite held back an instant to inspect the approach.