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And take your time about coming back, if you're needed up there. We're getting along all right." I thanked him, and hung up; and presently Mrs. Hargis came to summon me to dinner. That meal over, I went in to Godfrey's desk to see what the books were he had suggested that I look at. There was quite a pile of them, and I saw that they all related to mysticism or to the religions of India.
Hargis came out to bid us good-night. "Mr. Swain can use the bedroom next to yours, Mr. Lester," she said. "Perhaps he won't stay all night," I said. "If he does, I'll show him the way to it. And thank you very much, Mrs. Hargis." "Is there anything else I can do, sir?" "No, thank you." "Mr. Godfrey will be here a little before midnight at least, that's his usual time."
Swearing, stumbling, shivering, keeping his amazed, shining eyes upon the now menacing form of the aroused cattleman, McGuire managed to tumble into his clothes. Then Raidler took him by the collar and shoved him out and across the yard to the extra pony hitched at the gate. The cow-punchers lolled in their saddles, open-mouthed. "Take this man," said Raidler to Ross Hargis, "and put him to work.
The voice is the voice of Pringle, but how about the face? I can only see your back." "I would raise my head, so you could take a nice look by the well-known cold gray light of the justly celebrated dawn," rejoined Pringle, "if I wasn't reasonably sure that a rifle shot would promptly mar the classic outlines of my face. They're all around you, Foy. Hargis, he gave you away.
Game as he was, too it's a scandal among snakes lemme tell you what he done. First night in camp the boys started to initiate him in the leather breeches degree. Ross Hargis busted him one swipe with his chaparreras, and what do you reckon the poor child did? Got up, the little skeeter, and licked Ross. Licked Ross Hargis. Licked him good. Hit him plenty and everywhere and hard.
"Help yourself," and he proceeded to make himself a sandwich. "You see, I live the simple life out here. I've got an old couple to look after the place Mr. and Mrs. Hargis. Mrs. Hargis is an excellent cook but to ask her to stay awake till midnight would be fiendish cruelty. So she leaves me a lunch in the ice-box, and goes quietly off to bed.
Swain suggested that this might do for one, but I felt that it would better stay where it was, and sent Hargis over to Yonkers to buy two new ones, instructing him to bring them back with him. Then Swain and I reconnoitred the wall, and chose for the crossing a spot where the glass escarpment seemed a little less formidable than elsewhere.
Take the Third Avenue elevated to the end of the line, and then the trolley. It runs along Dryden Road, just two blocks over." "Where does one get off?" "At Prospect Street, sir." "And what is this place called?" "This is the old Bennett place, sir." "Thank you. And let me tell you, Mrs. Hargis," I added, "that I have never tasted a better salad." Her kindly old face flushed with pleasure.
Hargis has gone to the round-up, and I'm just as well pleased. I'm not sure he can be trusted. We are to know not the first word of what has happened. We haven't seen Chris and haven't heard of the murder. Come in we'll start dinner and be taken by surprise. Pringle, throw your gun over on the bunk. Stella, get that look off your face.
Make him work hard, sleep hard, and eat hard. You boys know I done what I could for him, and he was welcome. Yesterday the best doctor in San Antone examined him, and says he's got the lungs of a burro and the constitution of a steer. You know what to do with him, Ross." Ross Hargis only smiled grimly.
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