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When Euchre came around the corner of the cabin Duane was not so astounded as he was concerned to see the outlaw white and shaking. Sweat dripped from him. He had a wild look. "Luck ours so-fur, Buck!" he panted. "You don't look it," replied Duane. "I'm turrible sick. Jest killed a man. Fust one I ever killed!" "Who?" asked Duane, startled. "Jackrabbit Benson. An' sick as I am, I'm gloryin' in it.
It seems that Fraser took him down the Jackrabbit and he broke loose and worked through to our ground." "Do you want any help in taking him downtown, sir? Shall I phone for the marshal?" His boss laughed scornfully. "When I can't handle one man after I've got him covered I'll let you know, Johnson." The two men went out into the starlit night and got into the surrey.
There was a silence, and then: "Me don't know," observed Jackrabbit thoughtfully. A moment later, however, he added: "Me marry you how much me get give fatha huh?" Wowkle raised her narrowing eyes to his and told him with absolute indifference: "Huh me don't know." Jackrabbit's face darkened. He pondered for a long time. "Me don't know " suddenly he began and then stopped.
And the speed he gets out of that dinky little roadster is amazin'. Might have been all right on smooth macadam, but on this country road he had her jumpin' around on that short wheel-base like a jackrabbit with the itch. We might have been so many kernels of pop-corn being shaken over a hot fire. Barry seems to be enjoyin' every minute of it, though.
"I got to take some breakfast down the Jackrabbit shaft to my prisoner. Wanter take a stroll that way?" he asked. "If the ladies will excuse us." "Glad to get rid of you," Miss Kinney assured him promptly, but with a bright smile that neutralized the effect of her sauciness. "Mrs. Collins and I want to have a talk." The way to the Jackrabbit lay up a gulch behind the town.
"Mh-hm I thought maybe you'd run up against a hostile jackrabbit, or something," Pink purred, and went back to his place on the bench. "Haw-haw-haw-w-w!" came Big Medicine's tardy bellow. "That's more reasonable than the sheepherder story, by cripes!" Andy looked at them much as he had stared up at the sky before he began to swear speechlessly, with a trembling of the muscles around his mouth.
He's gettin' wise pretty quick." "Euchre, you're going with me?" queried Duane, suddenly divining the truth. "Wal, I reckon. Either to hell or safe over the mountain! I wisht I was a gun-fighter. I hate to leave here without takin' a peg at Jackrabbit Benson. Now, Buck, you do some hard figgerin' while I go nosin' round. It's pretty early, which 's all the better."
Despite his objection, she had stipulated that, with Jackrabbit as a companion, she should accompany him to the outskirts of the camp.
There are seventeen miles of workings down here in the Jackrabbit, let alone the Mal Pais. He might easily get lost and starve to death. Here he is at the end of this tunnel." Steve flashed the light twice before he could believe his eyes. There was no sign of Struve except the handcuffs depending from an iron chain connected by a heavy staple with the granite wall.
It began the descent easy enough, rolling over, wobbling, and threatening to stop; but in a few minutes it was soaring through the air two hundred feet at a jump. It grew rapidly smaller until it struck a slight slope of volcanic sand, over which it darted like a startled jackrabbit, kicking up behind it a tiny trail of yellow dust.
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