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"Four o'clock P. M. They have closed up perceptibly, and we have been debating about trying one of them with Idaho's Winchester. No use; better save the ammunition. We speak of the Red One, or the Little One, or the One with the Feather, and Idaho has named a short thickset fellow on our right 'Little Willie. By God, I wish something would turn up relief or fight. I don't care which.
'Yes, replied Graeme, 'ever since I spoiled your cut-throat game in 'Frisco. How is the little one? he added sarcastically. Idaho's face lost its smile and became distorted with fury as he replied, spitting out his words, 'She is where you will be before I am done with you. 'Ah! you murdered her too! You'll hang some beautiful day, Idaho, said Graeme, as Idaho sprang upon him.
Here again he was balked, for Nixon, resisting all entreaties, barred his shack door and went to bed before nightfall, according to his invariable custom on pay-days. At midnight some of Idaho's men came battering at the door for admission, which Nixon reluctantly granted.
Another day and the billows of the gulf were breaking under the Idaho's counter and hissing sternward in snowy foam, answering the rush of a strong southwest wind.
Let him go on his scandalous picnics alone! Or let him take his Ruby Ott with him. I reckon she wouldn't kick unless it was on account of there being too much bread along. And what do you think of your gentleman friend now, Mr. Pratt?" "Well, 'm," says I, "it may be that Idaho's invitation was a kind of poetry, and meant no harm. May be it belonged to the class of rhymes they call figurative.
'What's up? I asked. 'You see Idaho and Slavin and their pets, he replied. 'They've got poor Nixon in tow. Idaho is rather nasty, he added, 'but I think I'll take a hand in this game; I've seen some of Idaho's work before. The scene was one quite strange to me, and was wild beyond description. A hundred men filled the room. Bottles were passed from hand to hand, and men drank their fill.
Then in low tone he queried: "What's become of the child? Did she see you? Has she got back to shore?" For answer Loring pointed to the dark figure shrinking from view half a dozen yards away toward the heaving stern. Their jovial fellow-passenger again interposed. "Come, gentlemen, brandy and water's what we need, ain't it?" The Idaho's champagne had evidently taken effect.
One morning Idaho was poking around with a stick on top of a little shelf that was too high to reach. Two books fell down to the floor. I started toward 'em, but caught Idaho's eye. He speaks for the first time in a week. "Don't burn your fingers," says he. "In spite of the fact that you're only fit to be the companion of a sleeping mud-turtle, I'll give you a square deal.
And I explained that I had described Penrose as "a lying, oily hypocrite," come to advise the Idaho Mormons that the Presidency wished them to vote a certain political ticket although the Presidency had no interest in the question and although I myself had taken to Washington the Presidency's covenant of honor that the Church would never attempt to interfere in Idaho's political affairs.
Wind and wave were both against their good ship, and every officer and man was at his station awaiting the order to weigh anchor. The mail sacks were aboard. The consul had gone down over the side and still Don Ramon seemed unable to part from his loved ones and the Idaho's champagne. It was the captain who had finally to put abrupt stop to the lingering leave-takings.
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