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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Hello!" he said gruffly. "What's wanted?" A voice responded in feverish excitement: "Say, dat youse, Joe? Dis is Hoppy Meggs. Say, de fly cops has got tipped off; dey're on de way down to yer place now. Youse want to beat it on de jump!" "Wait a minute!" said Jimmie Dale. He passed the instrument over to Hunchback Joe. "It's for you," he said, with a queer smile.
"Then his fingers would have claws at the ends!" she insisted; for no amount of explanation could persuade her that a person named Winky could be nice and gentle, even though he were "quicker than a second." She added that his death rejoiced her. "But I can easily make another such a nippy little beggar, and twice as hoppy as the first.
The others were too miserable to even grunt and he neatly severed the head of a Gila monster from its scaly body as it opened it venomous jaws in rage at this invasion of its territory. "Lovely place!" he sneered. "You better save them cartridges, Hoppy," interposed Red as his companion fired again, feeling that he must say something. "An' what for?" blazed his friend. "To plug sand storms?
"I cannot leave these diamonds here, my wife is half mad," said Morel, pointing to the stones scattered upon the bench; "the person for whom I work will come for them this morning, or in the course of the day. Their amount is considerable." "Good!" said Hoppy, who still remained near the half-open door: "good, good! Screech-Owl shall know that."
It had missed him by only a few inches and he now crept along the floor to the rear of the room and shoved his rifle out among the branches of a stunted mesquite which grew before a fissure in the wall. "You keep away from that windy for a minute, Hoppy," he warned as he waited.
"Th' son-of-a-gun's talkin' Shakespeare," marveled Hopalong. "Satiate any, Buck?" he asked as that worthy settled down to await his chance. "Two," he replied, "Shorty an' another. Plenty damn hot down here," he complained. A spurt of alkali dust stung his face, but the hand that made it never made another. "Three," he called. "How many, Hoppy?" "One. That's four. Wonder if th' others got any?"
"Get that opened. Hurry up! And see that you don't leave any scratches on it, or you understand!" He leaned forward, leering with sudden savagery at his companion. Hoppy Meggs moved forward, dropped on his knees in front of the trunk, examined the lock for an instant and grunted in contempt. "Aw, it's a cinch! Say, I could do it wid a hairpin!" he grinned and a moment later threw back the lid.
"Good for you, Hoppy!" came from the street. "We'll wait!" "You stay here; yo're hurt too much!" cried Buck to his puncher, as he grabbed up a box of cartridges from a shelf behind the bar. "Ain't you got no sense? There's enough of us to take care of this without you!" Hopalong wheeled and looked his foreman squarely in the eyes. "Red's out there, waiting for me I'm going!
But me and Hop's got a tortus as is a wunner, guv'nor. A heap better nor Peter. Poor old Peter! he's dead and gone. Be sure of that. This 'ere's a reg'lar bad road. A prize-winner, warn't 'e, Hoppy?" They held up the prize-winner, who was not a tortoise, and was mangy. "Look here, my boys, you can take her away. Now, be off. Quick march!" "Yer don't want it, guv'nor. Jest think agin.
"Huh!" laughed Johnny, moving back into the hotel to leave his gun, closely followed by Hopalong. "Anybody that can turn that little trick on me an' Hoppy will shore earn every red cent; why, we've been to Kansas City!" As they emerged again Johnny slapped his pocket, from which sounded a musical jingling.
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