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We go in and find the old man with a bullet right spang through his forehead. Well, ain't that too bad! In the rookus his own punchers must 'a' gunned him accidental. How would that story listen in court?" "It wouldn't listen good to me. Howcome Crawford to be a prisoner there, I'd want to know."
That's howcome I to know what that 'R.B. in the hat stands for." "Perhaps it is some other Beaudry." "Take another guess," retorted the cripple scornfully. "Right off when I clapped eyes on him, I knew he reminded me of somebody. I know now who it was." "But what's he doing up here?" asked the big man. The hawk eyes of Tighe glittered.
"You're twistin' my words, Jake," the father went on, an anxious desire to propitiate frowning out of the wrinkled face. "I ain't sayin' a word against you. I'm explainin' howcome I to feel like I do. Since I bumped into that accident in the Park " Houck's ill-natured laugh cut the sentence. It was a jangled dissonance without mirth. "What accident?" he jeered. "Why when I got into the trouble "
Say, just for argument, I do know somethin'. Say I practically saw Cunningham killed an' hadn't a thing to do with it. Could I get away with a story like that? You know darned well I couldn't. Wouldn't the lawyers want to know howcome I to be so handy to the place where the killin' was, right at the very time it took place, me who is supposed to have threatened to bump him off myself?
"Y'betcha; it's burnin' a hole in my pocket. Say, you blamed ol' horntoad, howcome you not to stay for the finals? Folks was plumb disappointed we didn't ride it off." "Tell you about that later. How long you figurin' to stay in Denver, Cole?" "I dunno. A week, mebbe. Fellow at the Empress wants me to go on that circuit an' do stunts, but I don't reckon I will.
Don't give him too much solid grub at first." The famished man ate what was given him and clamored for more. "Coming up soon, pardner," Holt told him soothingly. "Now tell us howcome you to get lost." The man nodded gravely. "Hit that line low, Gord. Hit 'er low. Only three yards to gain." "Plumb bughouse," commented Dud, chewing tobacco stolidly. "Out of his head that's all.
"Then my looks lie to beat hell, Mr. Selfish." "My name is Selfridge," explained Wally, a trifle irritated. Holt put a cupped hand to his ear anxiously. "Shellfish, did you say? Tha' 's right. Howcome I to forget? The old man's going pretty fast, Mr. Shellfish. No more memory than a jackrabbit. Say, Mr. Shellfish, what's the idee of all this here back-to-the-people movement, as the old sayin' is?"
His eyes were staring in blank astonishment at one sentence in the letter. The note was from Cole Sanborn. This is what Kirby read in it: Well, old-timer, there aint no trail so blamed long but what its got a turn in it somewheres. I done found Esther up Platte Cañon and everythings OK as you might say. I reckon you are wondering howcome this to be postmarked Golden.
Outa four of us they collected two an' put me out of business. Howcome they not to get you?" "Shot my horse," explained Bob. "I ducked into the willows." It was hot in the willows. They were a young growth and the trees were close. The sun beat down on the thicket of saplings and no breeze penetrated it. Houck panted. Already fever was beginning to burn him up.
Billie was still patient with her. "I don't think you'd better stay, Miss Lee. I know just how you feel. But there are a lot of folks won't understand howcome you to take up with yore father's enemies. They'll talk a lot of foolishness likely." The cowpuncher blushed at his own awkward phrasing of the situation, yet the thing had to be said and he knew no other way to say it.
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