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Updated: June 8, 2025
"You sure got your vocabulary all warmed up," observed Little Joe, so-called because of two hundred pounds of iron-hard sinew and muscle. Slim was wandering towards the door to execute his mission, but he kept his head cocked towards his prostrated friend to learn as much as possible before he left.
He was gone in an instant. Man, it seemed, had not been long in answering that challenge of the cache escapade. After that there was no such thing as time at all, only an everlasting succession of iron-hard tree-trunks sliding by, and shadows they ran when they saw him, some of them, or gathered to stare with eyes that glinted dancing past.
Only the man in the front row with the iron-grey eyes and iron-hard mouth made no movement or sound of any sort. He merely watched with unchanging intentness the face that gleamed, ashen-white, above the shimmering metallic green tights that clothed the dancer's slim body. The noise ceased as the wild tarantella proceeded.
He could see and hear them only too plainly now, looking very terrible in their strength and speed, and the flowing black manes that covered them like a black cloud, as they came thundering on, intending perhaps to sweep over him and trample him to death with their iron-hard hoofs.
At intervals I was startled by sounds, sometimes sullen, like a muffled subterranean explosion, sometimes sharp, like a quick splintering of an iron-hard substance. These noises, I presently gathered, were made by the ice stretching and cracking in fifty different directions.
She never glanced our way at all, and our horses made no noise to speak of in the snow. We drew up to her, and then I saw that she had a hammer in her right hand and a broad-headed nail in her left. I wondered idly what she was about with these things, when she stooped and began to hammer the nail into the iron-hard ground, and I could hear her muttering some words quickly.
He followed the thrown glass with his clenched fist. Dan stood perfectly still and watched the blow coming. His eyes were wide and wondering, like those of a child. The iron-hard hand struck him full on the mouth, fairly lifted him from his feet, and flung him against the wall with such violence that he recoiled again and fell forward onto his knees.
This plant, which was abundant with us, produced an egg-shaped fruit about half the size of an ostrich's egg, with a hard shell-like rind, but the birds with their sharp iron-hard beaks would quickly break up the dry shell and feast on the pips, scattering the seed-shells about till the ground was whitened with them.
Finally he descended upon iron-hard Joe Close. "Do you know anybody who knows Louis Ersten, the ladies' tailor?" he asked almost automatically. "Ersten?" replied Close unexpectedly. "I've quarreled with him for thirty years. He banks with me." "Start a quarrel for me," requested Johnny. "I've been down to look him over. I can do business with him if he'll listen." Close smiled.
On the contrary, something of pride was in his step, slow as that step was, and also in his glance, which instantly sought out Johnnie. The face of the cowboy, however, was stern, and that single eye, greener than either or both of the Father's, was iron-hard and coldly averted.
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