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He used to cross the street to get out of the way of drunken men he wouldn't have one of them in his church. And I know of a girl he drove out of town because she had a baby and her sweetheart wouldn't marry her. He sent her to hell. Hell's here isn't it?" These sudden remarks of hers surprised and troubled him. But they had another effect, a constructive effect.
Jordan got up, stung by the mockery in Lawler's eyes. "Hell's fire, Lawler!" cursed Jordan; "can't you take a man's word?" He stepped back, viciously pulled open a drawer in the desk, drew out a paper a yellow telegraph form, and slapped it venomously down on the desk in front of Lawler. "It's ag'in' orders, but I'm lettin' you see it. Mebbe you'll take a man's word after this!" he sneered.
It was the consensus of opinion that the spy was the farmer himself, and that the Algerian uniform was a blind. We were chatting away, discussing the matter, when the shells commenced flying as thick as peas in a pod; so swift and smashing was the fusillade that for awhile I thought hell's gate had opened wide.
The hardest work you ever do is to draw your money. Hell's catoots! It's a crime to keep a born Ranger like you off the Department's pay-roll." "You think I'm drunk now and I'll forgit. Well I won't." The Judge shook a tremulous but belligerent fist. "I'll remember what you said to me the longest day I live, and you've turned an ol', ol' frien' into an enemy.
Andrews felt the blood thumping in his ears. "Are you an M. P.?" "Yes." "Well I'm in the Sorbonne Detachment." "What the hell's that?" said the M. P., laughing thinly. "What does he say?" asked Genevieve, smiling. "Nothing. I'll have to go see the officer and explain," said Andrews in a breathless voice. "You go back to your Aunt's and I'll come as soon as I've arranged it."
Colonel Webb told, among other things, that he had come out to the Big Bend to look over the affairs of a deceased brother who had been a rancher and a sheriff of one of the towns, Fairdale by name. "Found no affairs, no ranch, not even his grave," said Colonel Webb. "And I tell you, sir, if hell's any tougher than this Fairdale I don't want to expiate my sins there."
A little later, when all the drives on the river should be in, and those of its tributaries, and the men still lingering at the woods camps, at least five hundred woods-weary men would be turned loose. Then Hell's Half-Mile would awaken in earnest from its hibernation. The lights would blaze from day to day.
"but at the resurrection thy soul will be united to thy body and then thou wilt have twin hells; body and soul will be tormented together, each brimful of agony, the soul sweating in its utmost pores drops of blood, thy body from head to foot suffused with pain, thy bones cracking in the fire, thy pulse rattling at an enormous rate in agony, every nerve a string on which the devil shall play his diabolical tune of hell's unutterable torment."
Everybody is gettin' wise to Silent, an' the rest of you. Pretty soon hell's goin' to bust loose. "'You've been sayin' that for two years, says I. "He stopped an' looked at me sort of thoughtful an' pityin'. Then he steps up close to me an' whispers in that voice: 'D'you know who's on Silent's trail now? Eh? "'No, an' I don't give a damn, says I, free an' careless. "'Tex Calder! says he."
There were grim lines about Norton's mouth, his quiet voice had an ominous ring to it. "Hell's to pay, Julius," he retorted. "And there's little telling where it'll end unless we're on the jump to meet it. Galloway's come out into the open.
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