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Updated: June 26, 2025
The settlements have to stretch tentacles out to the place where the railroad company determines to build a station. This was so at Jackleg, but it gave a long vista of Main Street from the heart of the town to its outlying suburbs. This street was now gay with flags and bunting, while there were many arches of colored electric lights to burn at night.
Jackleg's getting to be quite a social centre, Mrs. Edwards says." Frances laughed again. "I expect," she said, "that Mrs. Edwards is eager to have a dance, and the Jackleg string band is a whole lot better than Bob Jones' accordion and Perry's old fiddle." "Oh, well! Of course, an accordion and fiddle are all right for a cowboy dance, but this is going to be the real thing!" declared her father.
Almost before the plans for the pageant had been formed, the business men of Jackleg had subscribed a liberal sum to defray expenses. As the plans for the entertainment progressed, and it was whispered about what a really fine thing it was to be, more subscriptions rolled in.
Wonder if they did any dirt?" Corkey's face is hard and black. He rises. He feels ill. He swears at the mascot. "I thought he had too many points when I see him." The train is late. The propeller, Africa, lies at the dock ready to start. "Well, if I come to such a place as this I must expect a jackleg railroad. They say they've got an old tub there at the dock. Good stiff fall breeze, too."
"Can't you have the goods come by rail to Jackleg?" asked the foreman, somewhat surprised by the request. Now, Jackleg was not on the same railroad as Amarillo. Frances shook her head. "I'm sorry, Sam. There's something particular I must get at Amarillo." "You going with the wagon, Miss Frances?" "Yes. I want a good man to drive Bender, or Mack Hinkman. None of the Mexicans will do.
They was a lot o' Willie boys an' young bloods lookin' for adventure, an' me an' Bull McGinty was just the lads to give it to 'em in bucketfuls. The little nosy reporter with the hair was fair crazy to come, but McGinty gets a jackleg doctor to examine him an' swear that he's sufferin' from spatulation o' the medulla oblongata, housemaid's knee, and the hives.
She sat down that very hour and wrote to the Reverend Decimus Tooley, explaining why she, instead of Captain Rugley, wrote, and requesting that Jonas Lonergan be made ready for the trip from Bylittle to Jackleg, in the Panhandle, where a carriage from the Bar-T Ranch would meet him.
The enclosure made the great stage for the spectacle which the Jackleg people, the ranchers and farmers from around about, and the visitors from Amarillo and other towns, had come to see. At the back of this enclosure, or stage, was a big sheet, or screen, on which moving pictures could be thrown.
"That's what it is, and it's mighty dirty work. But I don't think your husband was no politician." It is a compliment, and the woman so receives it. "He was late, and the old tub was rubbing the pier away when the jackleg train arrive." "The st-st-steamer was wa-wa-waiting," explained the boy. "Ah! yes," nods the listener.
But she did not believe they were well rid of Ratty just because he had started for Jackleg Station. She had constantly in mind Ratty and the man, Pete, with their heads together beside the campfire; and she wondered what villainy they were plotting. Nevertheless, in the face of possible danger, she went ahead with her scheme of starting for Amarillo in the morning.
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