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Updated: June 19, 2025
Jerkline Jo would hardly essay a trip to Julia and back alone. Too many difficulties might arise on the road that a lone skinner even a man skinner could not cope with. So they perhaps had not molested Hiram, hoping, if he were on his feet, that the girl would attempt the trip with him. They had waited at the first U curve, and the moment he was out of sight had pounced upon her.
With Twitter-or-Tweet Orr Tweet the month that Hiram had been laid up had developed a new and unforeseen situation. He laid the particulars before Jerkline Jo and Hiram, both investors in his enterprise. The conference took place when Jo's freight outfit jingled into Ragtown two days later.
"I want a sub-grade foreman at seven dollars eight hours! "I want skinners, muckers, hard-rock men for Washington. I want lumberjacks for Washington long job good pay! I want hard-rock men for Alaska the harder the better. And I want " Here Orr Tweet grasped the enthusiast's sleeve. "How about those jerkline skinners for southern California?" he asked. "Saw it in the paper."
Hiram supposed "they" referred to the freighting outfit of Jerkline Jo. "Yes," replied Lucy, "and here it is late January, Al, and we've accomplished nothing." "No, nothing," Drummond admitted gloomily. "And our chances look mighty slim to get at her.
They could as easily have arranged to be shipped as plain skinners, or rock men, or muckers." "I'll bet you draw a prize, all right," Heine chuckled disconcertingly. Jerkline Jo postponed the start a day, and awaited the coming of the applicants. As the local passenger train from Los Angeles whistled for Palada, Mr.
Hiram could think of no one else who would be even remotely at enmity with the lovable Jerkline Jo. He brought up suddenly and squatted behind a bush of southern manzanita. Just ahead, in an open portion of the forest, was a group of three men, standing in a circle about a stiff, immovable figure on the ground.
Only the driver was in it, a man Jerkline Jo had never before seen. He lifted his hat politely as her whites rolled past, and she thanked him for his patience. Then he moved his car into the road and continued on toward the trucks. Looking back, Jo saw that all three stopped when they came together. Now, from ahead, came the second car, and at the wheel sat Twitter-or-Tweet.
The wagons and teams of Jerkline Jo's freight outfit were covered with flags, and Jo's proud skinners paraded the streets, the wagons loaded with cheering townspeople. Carried on the shoulders of men, the bride and groom were escorted to the Palace Dance Hall, where a banquet had been prepared, over which presided Twitter-or-Tweet Orr Tweet.
The ranch is posted, and everything is in order. This road is a new one, and you can't make the claim that it has been used so long that it must be considered in the nature of a public highway. You've not a leg to stand on; so every time you turn a wheel on this property it's goin' to cost you just what the last trip through the pass cost Jerkline Jo.
"Well, ole hoss, I guess the game's up for you folks," Drummond said chuckling. "I never thought we'd be lucky enough to get rid of the original. So now we'll leave you to put on your clothes and go your way. You may see Jerkline Jo and tell her your little story; and you two can discuss what's best to do. When you've decided, come to me and we'll dicker with you."
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