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The dark shape, walking almost without a sound, shaved his body so closely as it passed that he felt the stir of the air against his face. When the men had gone on a few yards Racey looked over his shoulder. Silhouetted against the streak of dying red was the upper half of Jack Harpe's torso. There was no mistaking the set of that head and those shoulders. Both it and them were unmistakable.
We know that Nebraska is one of Harpe's friends, and we know that after my fuss with Nebraska, Harpe comes to you and me and offers us jobs jobs at fifty per, wages to start when we say when, and no work for a while, yet we're to stay round town till he wants us to start in.
My cattle won't graze far enough south to overlap on the 88 anywheres." "Nor the Bar S?" suggested Racey. "Nor the Bar S." "That's sensible." Thus Racey, watching closely Jack Harpe from under lowered lids. Did his last remark strike a glint from the other man's eyes? He thought it did. Certainly Jack Harpe's eyes had narrowed suddenly and slightly.
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"I ain't worked six months for nothing yet," pointed out Racey. "The six months ain't up yet. You wanna remember, Salt, that a race ain't over till the horses cross the line." "You gotta prove Jack Harpe's connection," began Mr. Saltoun. Racey topped his mount, but as the horse started he held him up. "Lessee who's coming," he suggested, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. He and Mr.
Harpe curtly, and he finally went with the rest. "I'll give him a hypodermic," she said when the room was cleared, and hastened back to her office for the needle. Together they watched the morphine do its work and sat in silence while the wrecked and jangling nerves relaxed and sleep came to the unregenerate Dago Duke. Dr. Harpe's impassive face gave no indication of the activity of her mind.
The partition was too thin and Jack Harpe's ears were too long and sharp for him to risk even the tiniest of whispers. With his hand he made the Indian sign for "to-morrow," stretched out his long legs, yawned and fell almost instantly asleep.
With this the stranger slid from the chair, opened the door part way, and oozed into the hall. He closed the door without a sound. He regained his own room in equal silence. Racey did not hear the shutting of the other's door, but he heard the springs of the cot squeak under Jack Harpe's weight as he lay down. Swing Tunstall framed a remark with his lips only. Racey Dawson shook his head.
That evening the Dago Duke leaned against the door-jamb of the White Elephant Saloon and watched Dan Treu coming from Dr. Harpe's office with failure written upon his face. His white teeth gleamed in a smile of amusement as he waited for the sheriff. "Don't swear, Dan. Never speak disrespectfully of a lady if you can help it."
What do you mean?" "Just what I say." Her old chin trembled. "Before Augusta has lost every spark of affection for you and me before I am sent away." He looked at her incredulously. "You don't mean that?" She nodded. "I've been warned already. I'm in Dr. Harpe's way; she knows what I think of her, and she'd rather have some stranger here." "You amaze me.
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