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He had hooked the thumb of the left hand into his cartridge belt, and his eyes were gleaming with feline humor. "There's a heap to be told," he said. "I'm listening." A silence followed his words. Both men moistened their lips; neither spoke. "Get going!" commanded Lawler. "We was headin' south," said the small man. "We cut the fence to git through." Lawler's eyelids flickered slightly.
See here, what's the matter with you, staring that way, Perk?" "Wouldn't that jar you now," snapped the other, "that Robin ship is headin' back this way; or else some other crate that looks like its twin!"
"No use headin' north," said Tim. "Winter'll come on up that way and make the sleepin' crimpy. D'ye want to go East that means Nevada and the deserts." "Any other way?" queried Young Dick. "What's the matter with south? We can head for Los Angeles, an' Arizona, an' New Mexico oh, an' Texas." "How much money you got?" Tim demanded. "What for?" Young Dick countered.
Luckiest thing ever you managed to get the Big Boss to send us such a bully contrivance that seems to work jest great. Listen to the racket they're kickin' up right now enough to tell any chump ten miles off a crate's headin' his way. Jerusalem crickets! but ain't I glad we're fixed as we are."
He was riding a little in advance of her, and he had to turn in the saddle to see her face. "I was headin' that way, an' wanted company. It sure gets lonesome ridin' alone." She caught her breath at this answer, for it seemed that he had not revealed the real reason. And she had got her first good look at his face. It was lean and strong.
"We'll find th' place anyhow. But look ahead there; is that another hail storm headin' this way, Tom?" The young inventor glanced to where Abe pointed. There was a mist in the air, and, for a time great apprehension was felt, but, in a few minutes there was a violent flurry of snow and they all breathed easier.
"Somebody's out there, headin' for town. I'm takin' a look the boss would want me to, an' I ain't overlookin' anything that'll do him any good!" He leaped upon his horse, and the entire company plunged into the soft moonlight that flooded the plains between the cabin and Willets. The ivory-handled pistols were still on Lawler's desk when his secretary softly opened a door and entered.
There was the launch, with Parker and his three 'friends' in it, headin' two-forty for blue water. "'Let 'em go, says old Gabe, contented. 'I wouldn't arrest 'em if I could. This is no police-station job. "It come out afterwards that Parker was a young chap just from law school, who had gone to work for the firm of shysters who was attendin' to the Gordon interests.
We took shelter from the hail under a cutbank where the cañon widens. They musta slipped by us then. We found their tracks in the wet ground. They're headin' west again, looks like." "We've got a warm trail," Harshaw said to Blister Haines. "We better go right after 'em." "Hot foot," agreed Blister. "Major Sheahan's followin' them now. He said for you to come right along."
The Ramblin' Kid stepped up to him. "You damned yellow heathen," he said in a level voice, "if you ever play that trick on that cat again th' Quarter Circle KT will be shy a cook an' your ghost'll be headin' pronto for China!" Without waiting for a reply he went back to the gate and watched Skinny and Carolyn June ride down the lane.
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