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Curiously enough, Greer did not press his advantage home. The heavy lad came forward but stood away from Caradoc, attempting nothing but left-hand jabs. In an instant Smith saw what was the matter. That blow on the hip had ruined Greer's right hand, strained it, perhaps broken it.
"You shouted school of sharks to me yourself," defended Greer. "I! I!" puffed Caradoc, whose spurt had blown him badly. "I said nothing about sharks!" "Well, what did you say?" demanded Greer. Caradoc thought back fretfully. "I said we were running into a cul de sac." "A cool de sock!" repeated Greer with irritation. "What did you want to say 'cool de sock' for?"
The unprotected aspect of that little home was in itself an eloquent commentary on the wonderful changes that had come about during the last seventeen years. The oval tract of one million five hundred thousand acres lying between Red River and its fork, named Greer County, and claimed by Texas, was in miniature a reproduction of the early history of America.
As Leonard stared a queer thought came into his head. He looked around at his companions. In the faint radiance from the mysterious schooner, he could make out their faces, pale blurs all fixed on the strange spectacle. He picked out the heavy form of Farnol Greer and moved over to his friend. Under the cover of excited talking and exclamations, he asked in a low tone.
He would gladly have sacrificed it. It was too heavy for him to budge. Tole Grampierre and Greer reached his side. "Quick!" cried Ambrose breathlessly. "Set her adrift!" But at that moment the whole tribe came pouring over the bank like a flood. Ambrose and the breed sprang into the bow of the boat in an endeavor to hold it against them. Old Simon presently joined them. "Back!
Five hundred tons ingots reshipped." At this statement, Leonard turned and stared at Greer. "Reshipped! Reshipped! Holy cats, Farnol! Reshipped from here right here!" He jabbed a finger downward to indicate the spot in the dead Sargasso Sea occupied by the Minnie B. Greer shook his head dully. "But this is all the wildest " he made a helpless motion.
Oh, golly! but there'll be a time to-morrow!" Ambrose breathed more freely. This which had promised to be the most difficult part of his plan was proving easy. Entering the mill, Greer looked around the dim place with its little crowd of still, silent, armed men, and chuckled again. "Darned if it isn't as good as a melodrama!" he said. "Go to it!" said Ambrose, pointing to the machinery.
During the two years passed by Brick Willock in dreary solitude, conditions about him had changed. The hardships of pioneer life which, fifty years ago, had obtained in the Middle States yet prevailed, in 1882, in the tract of land claimed by Texas under the name of Greer County; but the dangers of pioneer life were greatly lessened.
Wilder replied, that although he was not entitled to such a privilege, yet he had no objection; and Wade, in the most emphatic way, corroborated Greer throughout.
Suddenly Caradoc's long right whipped out with a crack against the shorter man's forehead. Greer made no sign of having received a blow, although a dull red splotch slowly formed on his frontal. Caradoc led another right, which Greer blocked, then the Englishman bored through with a stinging left to the hairy chest. "Go afther him! Kill him!" cried Hogan to his principal.
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