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"Cut all that," dryly interrupted Orr Tweet. "All right, sir," replied the clerk cheerfully. "Main contractors, Demarest, Spruce & Tillou. Want fifty muckers and fifty skinners two jerkline skinners must be A-1. Fifty-five a month and found. Fee two dollars. Ship you out one o'clock to-morrow. On?" Tweet nudged Hiram and nodded, and Hiram tendered four silver dollars.
So I begin my explanation by giving them my nickname, or monaker, 'Playmate, and follow it with my second monaker, 'Twitter-or-Tweet, as I am frequently called, or Twitter-or-Tweet Orr Tweet, or Twitter-or-Tweet Tweet. It's very simple." Jerkline Jo laughed again at the end of this seemingly nonsensical harangue, and fixed her dark eyes on Hiram Hooker.
Toward the middle of the following afternoon Jerkline Jo's freight outfit, minus the diverting Mr. Tweet of the twisted nose, was wending its way empty back toward the distant mountains, hauling the necessary water in the tank wagon. They were still ten miles from the mouth of the mountain pass when they went into camp on the desert for the night.
Le's see where they shippin'?" He glanced at the column again. "N' Mexico, eh? Yes, they'll ship you down there for two dollars, and you c'n go to work and grow up with the country. C'n you drive a team?" "Sure," said Hiram. "I c'n drive eight or ten, or even sixteen jerkline, too. You read something about jerkline skinners." "Then I'd go as a jerkline skinner at what is it? fifty-five and found.
"Up that street, and turn the corner to your left," she directed. The wagon was about half loaded with the blacksmith's outfit. To add to this the horse wrangler set the heavy brakes. Hiram grasped the jerkline, but allowed it to hang slack in his hands. Now came his soft, caressing drawl, low and musical: "Pete! Abe! Feel of it! Molly! Steve! Ben! Prince! Up ahead, there Jane! Buck!"
But as long as he's still got it he's too nutty to suspect. Of course, though, nobody can tell what's going on in the other fellow's noodle. I'd say, though, that if you aren't here he'll think the whole business was a pipe dream." "I hope so. We don't want any further complications. Now when are you and Hank and that friend of his going to make another attempt to get Jerkline Jo?
Then impulsively she stepped forward and extended her hand. "I'm glad you've come, Mr. Hooker," she said. "And I do hope you are really a jerkline skinner." "And how 'bout me?" complained Mr. Tweet. "I beg your pardon," said the girl, biting her lip. "What a stupid thing for me to say! But really well, Mr. Hooker does look more like an outdoors man than you do, Mr. Tweet.
It would be a race between the tortoise and the hare; and every one knows that the hare has gained no little reputation from the outcome of that legendary contest. From Julia, Jerkline Jo hurried by train to San Francisco, to the Western office of the big contracting firm of Demarest, Spruce & Tillou, whose headquarters were in Minneapolis. She knew Mr.
Fifty yards farther Hiram found a mate to it, and picked it up too. Then he sped on and on into the forest of pines and firs, praying that the brush would not give out and make his trailing slower. If these men ahead of him were trusting to their own legs to get away with Jerkline Jo, their legs would have to be better than any Hiram Hooker ever before had matched his own against.
"Look at Jo!" derided Squinty, an old friend of the girl's in many a half-remembered camp. "Hey, youse plugs, gadder 'round here and lamp Jerkline Jo dollin' up! Good night!" "Beat it now!" Jo reiterated. "Say, dis here's good!" retorted Squinty. "I to't youse was a reg'lar woman, Jo! Youse know more 'bout cuffin' ole Jack an' Ned dan youse do 'bout fixin' yer hair.
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