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The cop jabbered some more into the radio, and the laborer with the lifter brought it and let it down, and Murell sat down on his luggage. Tom lit a cigarette and gave it to him, and told him to remain perfectly still. In a couple of minutes, an ambulance was coming, its siren howling. The pilot and his helper were both jackleg medics, at least as far as first aid.
Frances insisted that her father wear his coat, and they both sat out of the brighter radiance of the hanging lamp. She and her guest were talking about the forthcoming pageant at the Jackleg schoolhouse. Pratt had begun to feel enthusiastic over it as he learned more of the particulars. "People scarcely realize," said Frances, "that this Panhandle of ours has a history as ancient as St.
She will be held prisoner exactly twenty-four hours from time you receive this. We are willing to put our necks in a noose for the five thousand. Come across, and come across quick. No check. Cash does it. You can get cash at branch bank in Jackleg. We will know when you get cash and then you'll be told who to hand money to and how to find your girl. Remember, we mean business.
But Ratty M'Gill was not so much intoxicated that he could be easily coaxed to divulge any secret. He shook his head, still grinning. "Heard 'em say you were going to Amarillo, before I went to Jackleg," he drawled. "Mighty lonesome journey for a gal to take." "Mack is with me," said Frances, shortly. "I am not lonely." "Whew! I bet that hurt me," chuckled Ratty M'Gill.
There were other good women scattered over the ranges some "nesters," some small cattle-raisers' wives, and some of the new order of Panhandle farmers; but Frances had never been in close touch with them. The social gatherings at the church and schoolhouse at Jackleg had been attended by Frances and Captain Rugley; but the Bar-T folk really had no near neighbors.
Edwards and each of the girls but that Boston one, right now. And I wouldn't miss your show in Jackleg, Frances, for a penny! "I only wish Lon were here to enjoy it. I got a letter from that minister saying that Lon and he will reach here next week. If they'd come early in the week they'd get here in time for the pageant, anyway."
He wanted to get away from the crowd of enthusiastic and excited young people who had accompanied Mr. and Mrs. Bill Edwards into town to the show. This train that was stopping to cast loose the special car at Jackleg was the last to stop at that station at night. Some few of the spectators of the pageant would board it for stations farther west; so there was a small group on the station platform.
"They calls me a jackleg carpenter, sah." "What is a jackleg carpenter?" "He is a carpenter who is not a first-class carpenter, sah." "Well, explain fully what you understand a jackleg carpenter to be," insisted the lawyer. "Boss, I declare I dunno how ter splain any mo' 'cept to say hit am jes' the same difference 'twixt you an' a fust-class lawyer."
"Ye see, I love you so and try ter make ye happy, an' ef there wuz ter come er time that there wuz plenty o' work an' real money in it, I'd stick to it jist ter please you, an' be a lost an' ruined soul! Yessir, they'd carve on my headstone jest one line: "BORN A MAN AND DIED A JACKLEG CARPENTER. "Wouldn't that be awful?"
"You surely did!" agreed the ranchman, and then turned to meet Silent Sam as that individual drew up to the step. "What's the good word, Sam?" inquired the Captain. "Got that Ratty. He's in the jail at Jackleg. Like you said, I never told nobody but the sheriff what 'twas for you wanted him." "That's right," said the Captain, gravely.
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