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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.
If any man fumbles to-day, it's the polar penal colony for him!" The Sun-loving old Martian shivered. "And here's another bright idea. Only one man's to be allowed in the plant after the circuits are all tested! How'n the name of Pluto will he handle things if a fuse blows? But what do they care about that! We're technies! We're supposed to know everything, and never have anything go wrong!"
"No!" snapped Irish with the sting of Big Medicine's vituperations rankling fresh in his soul. "Well why ain't yuh? Where's Patsy?" Pink came closer and eyed the newcomer truculently. "How'n hell do I know?" Irish was getting a temper to match their own. "Well, why don't yuh know? What do yuh think you're out here for? To tell us you think it's going to rain?
Here; you take the hull works, and if you need more, I can easy git it for you by sendin' in to the bank." "Oh, but this is too much!" Val protested when she had counted the money. "You're so good but really and truly, I won't need half " Arline pushed away the proffered money impatiently. "How'n time are you goin' to tell how much you'll need?
"How'n hell do I know?" Lite retorted irritably. "I didn't see it done." Jim studied awhile, an ear cocked for the signal that the coroner was ready to begin the inquest. "Say," he leaned over and whispered in Lite's ear, "where was Aleck at, all day yesterday?" "Riding over in the bend, looking for black-leg signs," said Lite promptly. "Packed a lunch, same as I did."
"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 shoulder of his coat. These details, I may add, formed the sum of Lorraine's first impression of him. "Well!
"How'n 'ell did he git here the doctor?" he demanded, making a great effort to hold his voice down to a whisper, and forgetting now and then. "How'd he know Brit rolled off'n the grade? Us here, we never knowed it, and I was tryin' to send him back when you came. He said somebody telephoned there was a man hurt in a runaway.
Thet'll not make him take a likin' to you. Have you any money?" "Not much," replied Duane. "Could you live by gamblin'? Are you any good at cards?" "No." "You wouldn't steal hosses or rustle cattle?" "No." "When your money's gone how'n hell will you live? There ain't any work a decent feller could do. You can't herd with greasers. Why, Bland's men would shoot at you in the fields.
She said she'd ruined Tom's life an' all thet, an' she didn't want to live herself. Then she took sick, an' Nell an' I nursed her as careful as we could. How'n the wurld she ever got away we can't make out, nohow." "Did she get away?" asked the girl, noting that the old man's eyes were full of tears and his lips trembling. "Yes, miss.
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