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He was gratified to see that Eugene was surprised, if not, indeed, a little startled. "He's what?" "He's an expert on nitroglycerin. Doesn't that beat the devil! Yes, sir! Young Akers told Fred that this George Minafer had worked like a houn'-dog ever since he got started out at the works.
I was layin' for that houn'-dog 'at walks on his hind legs and calls hisself Vint Farley." "Who are you?" Tom demanded. "Kincaid's my name, and I'm s'posed to be one o' the strike guards; leastwise, that's what I hired out for a little spell ago. I couldn't think of nare' a better way o' gettin' at the damned " Gordon interrupted bruskly. "Cut out the curses and tell me what you owe Vint Farley.
I ain't goin' to put no irons on you if you give me your parole." "I'll see you in hell before I give you nothin'. I was a man, or a partways man, till I met up with you tonight, and now I'm a houn'-dog that's done my partner dirt! God amighty, what made me do it?" He beat his knuckles against his forehead. "What you've done you can't undo," answered the sheriff.
An' I want to wish you good-luck, an' say good-by " He swept the perspiration from his forehead, and caught up his hat; he had been through the seventh circle of torture. "Oh, Vic, dear!" cried a voice he had never heard before. Then a flurry of skirts, then arms about him, then tears and laughter, and eyes which went hungrily over his face. "I been a houn'-dog. My God, Betty, you don't mean "
He could have stood that, even without much fear, for no matter how terrible the man might be in action his hands were tied in his own house; but now Kate spoke: "Vic, what have you done?" Then it came, in a flood. Hot shame rolled through him and the words burst out: "I'm a yaller houn'-dog, a sneakin' no-good cur! Dan, you're right. I've sold you.
"What's all this I'm hearing now for the ve'y first time about these heah low-down, schemin' scoundrels that want to mix thei-uh white-niggeh blood with ouhs?" he roared at Ardea, quite beside himself with passion. "Wasn't it enough that they should use my name and rob my good friend Caleb? No, by heavens! That snivelin' young houn'-dog must pay his cou't to you while he was keepin' his "
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