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Jakey needed no further provocation, and with great dexterity he crowded his fists into Shunks's eyes, deposited his head in Shunks's stomach, and was making a meritorious effort to climb upon Shunks's shoulders, when a lordly embodiment of the law's majesty hove gracefully into sight. Bootsey yelled a shrill warning, and himself set the example of flight.
"Well, I'll tell you now, Sis," said Tom, threateningly, "you treat Williams right. If you don't, your big, jakey friend will suffer." "It is on Dic's capital that father is making so much money," responded Rita. "Had it not been for him we would still be on Blue. I certainly wish we were back there." "Your father will soon pay Dic his money," said Mrs.
"To help a snoozer that was sittin' in bad luck." Faust had an odd habit of causing his fat sides to ripple like troubled water when he wished to convey the impression that he was amused; he never laughed, just the rib ripple. "What's funny?" Langdon asked, eying Jakey, with querulous disfavor.
Maybe I wouldn't have liked it, if I'd had to study on a hard bench in a stuffy room with the world shut out, and a lid put on my voice but anything's good that's got a mother in it. And tell these gentlemen you're sorry for punching that boy." "Sorr'," muttered Jakey shamefacedly. "I am glad to hear it," Abbott exclaimed heartily. "You can take your cap to go, Jakey."
The light in the tin can illumined his countenance dimly. But Racey's eyes were becoming accustomed to the half darkness. He was able to recognize Jacob Pooley Fat Jakey Pooley, the register of the district, whose home was in Piegan City. "You ain't as fast as you used to be," observed Fat Jakey in a soft whisper.
Well, sir, when I read about how good Mr. Hamilton Gregory is, and how much he gives away to folks he never sees here I came. But I don't seem to belong to anybody, Jakey, I'm outside of everything. People wouldn't care if I blew away with the dead leaves, and maybe I will, some fine morning maybe they'll go up to my room and call, 'Fran! Fran! and there'll be no Fran.
As the singing went on the expression of her face changed from one of painful thought to one of perfect peace and quiet, and when it ceased and Jakey appealed lo her memory, she answered him, "Yes, Shaky, I remember." Then to Eloise she said, "The lullaby of my childhood, which has rung in my ears for years. He used to want me to sing a negro melody to the people, and said it made them cry.
You'll ride to the party with your old flame, in a carriage. My wife and I are going on a load of hay. Jim Boyd is the only other man here that's got a rig with springs under it. The aristocracy of Monterey County, a lot of it, will ride plugs or shank's mares. You're getting up among 'em, Jakey, my boy. Never thought of this when you were in jail, did you?"
"All we have to do is show these two letters to the posse an' " "S'pose now the posse is led by Jack Harpe and Jakey Pooley," said he, not ceasing to pass the cinch strap. Her face fell. "I never thought of that," she admitted. "But there must be some honest men in the bunch." "It takes a whole lot to convince an honest man when he's part of a posse," Racey declared, reaching for the bran sack.
That evening Langdon and Jakey Faust were closeted together in a room of the former's cottage. An A1 piece of villainy was on, and they were conversing in low tones. "It's a cinch for The Dutchman if it wasn't for that damn mare Lucretia," Langdon observed, in an injured tone, as though somehow the mare's excellence was an unwarranted interference with his rights.
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