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"Nor me neither," said Billy Hudgens, sighing, "and I've kept bar from Butte to El Paso." "Then what happened?" demanded Curly. "Everything that could happen," said the other, bitterly. "Lady Sophie and her maid, Sir Harry and the princess the entire household suite of the King of Gee-Whiz were mad enough to taste also of the juice of this rubber tree. It had the same effect upon them!
"The King by this time was becoming most unpleasant again about his sacrifice. Sir Harry was a sad dog. 'Sacrifice Morgenstern, suggested he, 'he's used to sacrifice. You see, in the retail business " "Never mind dot," said Whiteman. "Tell vot happenet!" "A great many things happened. For one thing, the death of Sir Isaac." "How come that?" asked Billy Hudgens.
He wandered into the Lone Star, and placing his crude bullion upon the counter, swept about him a comprehensive hand. To his wonder there was no response. A few of the assembled populace shifted uneasily in their seats, but none arose. "Do you take this for a low-down placer camp?" asked Billy Hudgens, with a dull show of pride, when McGinnis demanded the gold scales.
Billy Hudgens had just this one bottle in the shop, left over from the time the surveyors come over here and we thought there was goin' to be a railroad, which there wasn't. But Lord! that ain't all. It ain't the beginnin'. You guess again. No, I reckon you couldn't," said he, scornfully. "You couldn't in your whole life guess what next. We got a cake!"
McGinnis's voice dropped into a low, intent whisper. "Do you mean to tell me that?" he said. "Me, with my thirst?" He laid a hand on Billy's shoulder. "Friend," said he, "I've walked two hundred miles. I've developed your place. I'm in a position to give this town a public liberry worth maybe forty dollars. Now, do you mean to say to me do you mean " He gulped, unable to proceed. Hudgens nodded.
"You will understand that the King of Gee-Whiz was a deucedly good sort. He'd take a nip now and again, of course. The only thing he had to drink was palm wine, which he got by chopping a notch in a tree and catching the juice in a cup." "That sounds like wood alcohol," said Billy Hudgens, in a professional tone of voice. "It ain't safe." "Quite right. It wasn't safe.
"No," said McGinnis, "it's a quartz camp right enough, and all it needs is developin'. At this speakin', I'm capital and labor both, and crew of the Nancy Brig. What's the matter?" A sigh escaped from the audience, as Billy Hudgens made reply. "Not a drop," said he; "all gone. Nothing till Tom Osby gets back from Vegas, and maybe not then. I owe Gross & Blackwell over two hundred now."
"One morning Sir Harry and I were standing in front of our residence, in our part of the island, talking over matters. Sir Harry was taking a bawth in a wash-hand basin " "What's that?" asked Uncle Jim. "I reckon he means a wash-pan," explained Billy Hudgens. "At least, Sir Harry was making a deuce of a row with the soap, and he'd the wash-hand basin quite full of bubbles.
On this particular day in question, thanks to certain pernicious activity of Johnny Hudgens, junior partner at the Lone Star, on the night previous, nearly all the six-shooters of Heart's Desire were hanging behind the door of Uncle Jim Brothers, pending the arrival of better days.
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