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Marco stroked his chin thoughtfully and in perplexity. "Then the jig's up," he announced definitely. "You see, Wildwood, we've had all kinds of trouble suits, judgments, injunctions along of fellows getting hurt in the show. One man lost an ear in the knife-throwing act. He recovered two thousand dollars damages. Another sprained an ankle. Had to pay him eight dollars a week for six months.
The deputy thrust his head and broad shoulders in the doorway. "I'll come again soon." "Good-by, Dan, good-by for keeps, old man. I don't believe I'll be here when you come again." All the excitement was gone and the boy spoke in the quiet voice of conviction. "You're quittin' me, Dan. You don't believe me and the jig's up.
His gray felt hat was twitched to one side of his head, adding a grotesque touch to the impression of drunkenness, and he was talking aloud: "Shoot me, Mr. Chauvenet. Go on and shoot me! I am John Armitage, and I live in Montana, where real people are. Go on and shoot! Winkelried's in jail and the jig's up and the Empire and the silly King are safe. Go on and shoot, I tell you!"
They was a devil in them eyes of Jig's when he looked at big Quade. I seen it, and I knowed they'd be trouble!" Lodge then retired. "Gents," said his honor, "it looks kind of black for the prisoner. We know that Gaspar had a grudge agin' Quade, and that he bought a gun big enough to kill a man. It sure looks black for you, Gaspar." The prisoner looked steadily at Sinclair.
But nightfall came, and then supper, and still no Jerry appeared. Afterward, Sinclair made ready to sleep in Jig's room. Cold Feet offered him the couch. "Beds and me don't hitch" declared Riley, throwing two or three of the rugs together. "I ain't particular partial to a floor, neither, but these here rugs will give it a sort of a ground softness."
He never telegraphed in his life. And the mail is too slow. I tell you what let's do, let's stay with John to-night and to-morrow after dinner wander off and come back here." "That's it," said Mitch. "That is what we'll do. But anyway you take it the jig's up if they want it to be. Because they could catch us on the boat if they wanted to.
This time I'm a-goin' to find out something sure or know the reason why. I'm gettin' tired of this business. Never know what minute the jig's up, nor when the balloon busts." Again he stole forth into the night, leaving his companions more or less uneasy as to the result, after the startling events of the afternoon.
I'll stay here where I can watch you but can't hear. Is that square?" "Nothing squarer in the world," said Jig and went in. She left the sheriff grinning vacantly into the dark. There was a peculiar something in Jig's smile that softened men.
"It's a good deal like you say, Tom," he assented; "I know that. Unless we can get Dan Anderson and that girl to some sort of an understandin', the jig's up, and there ain't a-goin' to be no railroad at Heart's Desire. But how're you a-goin' to do that?" "Well, I done told you what I thought," said Tom Osby. "I'm a married man, been married seven times, or maybe six.
What's your business at this hour of the night?" "Fwhat do we want?" the sergeant uttered mirthless chuckle "fwhy 'tis yu' we want, Gully for murdher! Come off th' perch, man, th' jig's up! There's a bunch av us here we've got yu're shack covered properly wid carbines north, east, south, an' west ye can pull nothin' off. Come now! will ye pitch up an' act reasonable?
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