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"I am sincerely sorry that I did not know of all this. I would have put a stop to it before." The Gadfly shrugged his shoulders. "All's fair in war," he said coolly. "Your Eminence objects to straps theoretically, from the Christian standpoint; but it is hardly fair to expect the colonel to see that. He, no doubt, would prefer not to try them on his own skin which is j-j-just my case.
If I'd only had a crack at him thirty yards away instead of ten feet, I'd have saved that lovely pelt." "But it was a corking good shot, I tell you, Steve," declared Max, warmly. "That's j-j-just what it was," added Toby, who had parted company with the friendly tree, now that the danger seemed a thing of the past.
"Must 'a got some new kind of motor aboard that is silent," suggested Jack. "J-j-just a-goin' to s-s-say that, when Jack t-t-took the w-w-words out of m-m-my m-m-mouth," Bluff exploded. "No trouble doin' that, Bluff," laughed Bobolink.
It was absolutely necessary to ask Cooley for help, to beg him for a loan. But he could not. He saw Cooley's hand on the doorknob; saw the door swing open. "Good-by, again," Cooley said; "and good luck to you!" Mellin's will strove desperately with the shame that held him silent. The door was closing. "Oh, Cooley," called Mellin hoarsely. "Yes. What?" "J-j-just good-by," said Mellin.
"All I c-c-can say then, Bandy-legs, they b-b-builded wiser than they knew when they j-j-just let it g-g-go at regrets. A f-f-fine George Washington you'd m-m-make, I'm thinking."
"Oh, that's a fine place for honest scouts to pitch their tents, ain't it I don't think!" observed Joe Clausin, with a sneer. "H-h-huh! ain't there j-j-just twenty-six of us s-s-scouts; and ought we b-b-be afraid of one l-l-little g-g-ghost, or even a w-w-wild man?" demanded Bluff Shipley, who stuttered once in a while, when unduly excited, though he was by degrees overcoming the nervous habit.
"When we drew lots for tents, it turned out that Steve, Bandy-legs and myself were to bunk in this big tent, while Max and Toby, taking a lot of the stuff along, had to sleep in the other, wasn't that it?" remarked Owen, as he got on his feet, and stretched himself, as though a little cramped from sitting so long in one position. "J-j-just w-w-what it was," Toby replied.
"Yessum," said Inky Mike, whose name happens to be Moe Sapperstein. "What are you doing to that unfortunate person?" "J-j-just a little j-j-joke," replied the other in what was doubtless intended for a light-hearted and care-free tone. "Let him down." Inky Mike hesitated. "At once!" snapped the Duchess and stamped her foot. "Yessum," said Inky Mike meekly.
Oh! ain't it j-j-just awful, f-f-fellows?" It certainly was. Stirred up by the poles wielded by Ted Slavin and his cronies, who must have discovered the presence of the polecats when visiting the barn that morning, and laid their plans accordingly, the little animals were using the only means of defence against an enemy granted them by Nature.
J-J-Just t-t-told him, th-th-that's good, and settled." Some years afterward, when Brown was part owner and superintendent of the Black Hills stage-line, he was waylaid and killed by the Indians, while on a return trip from Custer City. Thus ended the career of one of the bravest and best of the men on the frontier.
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