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The wagon began to jounce, too; so they were obliged to go slowly. After a somewhat wearisome journey they came in sight of a high wall, painted blue with pink ornaments. This wall was circular, and seemed to enclose a large space. It was so high that only the tops of the trees could be seen above it. The path led up to a small door in the wall, which was closed and latched.
"Because, sense he didn't kill the gal, why shu'd he keer 'bout gittin' someone else in the limbo. Partner, you ain't sharp." "I may not be. Of course Andrew didn't kill the girl, but he knows who did, and " "Does he? Then somebody's peached." "Not necessary. Andy Barkswell's not a fool, Mr. Jounce." "No?" The look on the tramp's face was comical in the extreme.
"I'm right smart on the trip, aint I," she grinned. "I never seed a man yit that I couldn't throw in any sort of a rastle." "Le' me up, Mrs. Bolster, an le's begin over agin, an' yo' keep out," begged Hackberry. "Not much I won't. I ain't that kind of a chicken," she asserted with another jounce. "When I down a man I down him fer good, an' he never gits up agin 'till he caves entirely.
The eyes of Perry Jounce pierced the guilty villain to the quick. If there was one being in the wide world whom the miserable tramp loved, that person was his sister, the wife of Andrew Barkswell, and the only kin he had in the wide world. "She was in one of her tantrums, that is all." "Man, I believe you're lyin' now." "Be careful." Barkswell drew his revolver.
Unlocking this, guide and detective passed through, and stood in total darkness. The detective was resolved to learn from this man all he could about Andrew Barkswell before he placed him under arrest, and it was for this reason that he seemed to fall in with his wishes so condescendingly. In the darkness, with the sound of the key grating in the lock as Jounce secured the door.
The eight occupants began to "jounce" when opposite the Orde place, and Bobby saw with admiration that this was a "spring bobs." That is to say: the board connecting the sleds was not of rigid pine, like the others, but of hickory which bent like a buck-board.
Then to the girl, "Miss Vane, I await your decision." "Permit him to go then. I wish no further trouble," said Victoria. "But he really ought to be punished. He certainly deserves ninety days in prison at the least," declared the young hunter. "Let me go, Miss, I didn't mean nothin' wrong," whined the man who had called himself Perry Jounce. "Let him go," said Victoria.
"I promised to meet this tramp, whose real name is Perry Jounce, I believe, at Billy Bowleg's saloon to-morrow evening, for the purpose of rewarding him for his villainy." "Yes." "I find that my other duties will compel me to remain away, but if you will look after the appointment I shall be glad.
"I think, if you succeed in arresting Perry Jounce, you may wring something from him. He is a low villain, and would as lief commit a murder as eat." "Yes. I mean to look after the scoundrel to-night." "Don't attempt to do anything alone, Keene." "I think there is little danger." "But that tramp may have discovered his mistake by this time.
Although Perry Jounce was weak from the effects of the shot that had plowed a furrow through his scalp, his assailant did not permit him to have a fair show. The tramp had been very indiscreet in telling what he did to his wicked brother-in-law. "Mercy!" finally gasped Jounce, when he found that he had not strength sufficient to combat the man who was at his throat with murderous intent.
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