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That leaves little doubt as to the man even if I were not sure of the voice. I could hear your brutal swearing, sir, loud over the prayers the chaplain was saying for the dead. Have you no sense of decency at all?" "How'n hell did I know there was any prayin' going on?" muttered Rix, bending his scowling brows down over his shoe and tugging savagely at the string.
What say you?" Anderson was ready and eager to agree to anything, but he hesitated a long time before concluding to take supreme charge of the undertaking. Mr. Gregory at once implored him to take command. It meant the success of the venture; anything else meant failure. "But how'n thunder am I to know the robbers when I see 'em?" demanded the marshal, nervously pulling bluegrass up by the roots.
"Yes-s but how'n hell did a doctor know about it?" Sorry, the silent, blurted unexpectedly. "Oh, never mind but get dad in. I'll " She ran past them without finishing her sentence and burst incoherently into the presence of an extremely calm little man with gray whiskers and dust on the shoulders of his coat. These details, I may add, formed the sum of Lorraine's first impression of him. "Well!
She went to the stable with Val, her apron thrown over her head for want of a hat. "When Val was settling herself in the seat, Arline caught at the wheel. "Say! How'n time you goin' to git your trunks loaded into the wagon?" she cried. "You can't do it alone." Val parsed her lips; she had not thought of that. "But Polycarp will come, by the time I am ready," she decided.
"Well, it seems to me," sighed Weary lugubriously, "we mighta managed it without hitting the Old Man a wallop in the back, like that." "How'n hell did I know he'd take it the way he did?" Andy questioned sharply, and began throwing his personal belongings into his "war-bag" as if he had a grudge against his own clothes. "Aw, looks to me like he was glad to git shet of us!" grumbled Happy Jack.
There ain't a telephone closer'n the Sawtooth, and that there's a good twenty mile and more from where Brit was hurt. It's damn funny." "Yes, it is," Lorraine admitted uncomfortably. "I don't know any more than you do about it." "Well, how'n 'ell did it happen? Brit, he oughta know enough to rough-lock down that hill. An' that team ain't a runaway team.
"Abe, if you ain't drunk or crazy tell thet over," ordered Abe's interlocutor. With some show of resentment and more of dignity Abe reiterated his former statement. "If he's Buck Duane how'n hell did you get hold of his gun?" bluntly queried the cowboy. "Why he set down thar an' he kind of hid his face on his hand. An' I grabbed his gun an' got the drop on him."
Cinnabar Joe regarded Purdy dully. "He switched glasses," he muttered thickly. A swift look of fear flashed into Purdy's eyes. "How'n hell did he know we fixed his licker?" he cried, for well he realized that if the Texan had switched glasses he was cognizant of the attempt to dope him. Moistening his lips with his tongue, the cowpuncher turned abruptly on his heel.
Casey kept squinting and aiming, and then, just as he pressed the trigger, the train started with a sudden lurch. "Sp'iled me aim! Thot engineer's savin' of the Sooz tribe! ... Drill, ye terriers, drill! Drill, ye terriers, drill! ... Shane, I don't hear yez shootin'." "How'n hell can I shoot whin me eye is full of blood?" demanded Shane. Neale then saw blood on Shane's face.
We ran through the coaches until we had reached the front of the train. Hawkins went out upon the platform. The Alcomotive was apparently intact. The engineer stood over the machinery, white as chalk, and his lips mumbled incoherently. "What is it?" cried Hawkins. "How'n blazes do I know?" demanded the engineer. "But didn't you stop her?" "Certainly not. She she stopped herself."
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