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Arizona did not answer. Kern stepped to one side and glanced at the face of his captive. It was strangely altered. The mouth had become trembling, loose, uncertain. The head had fallen, and the bright, keen eyes were dull. The man looked up with darting side-glances. The sheriff stood back and wiped a sudden perspiration from his forehead.
But there won't be a risk. If twenty men rush the jail, the guards will simply throw down their guns and give up." "Well, I wonder!" muttered Cartwright. "I'm sure of it, Jude. Do you think a deputy will let himself be killed simply to keep a prisoner safely? They won't do it!" "You don't know this Kern!" "I do know him, and I know that he's human. I've seen him beaten once already."
And Kern Garland swung round on her seat at Gentlemen's Furnishings, staring wide-eyed after her, her finger at her lip ... No fairy coming-true here, indeed, of that gorgeous fever-dream in which Miss Heth with lovely courtesy informed Miss Garland that she had been a lady all the time.
It was me that backed up Sinclair all the way through the trail, and I feel like some of the blame for what happened is coming to me. I want to square things up and get a chance at Sinclair. I want it mighty bad. You know me, Kern. Gimme a chance, will you?" "Well, that sounds like reason," admitted the sheriff. "Eh, boys?"
For when Corinne Garland first opened her eyes that morning, they fell at once upon an imagined wonder out of fairyland. There it stood close to her bed's head, shining gloriously in the early sun, looking, oh, so real.... Kern lay extremely still, gazing wide-eyed: for well she knew the way of dreams, how you forgot and moved a little, and then it all winked out.
As mementoes of a fight that has become a classic in the ursine annals of California, John W. Searles, the borax miner of San Bernardino, kept for many years in his office a two-ounce bottle filled with bits of bone and teeth from his own jaw, and a Spencer rifle dented in stock and barrel by the teeth of a Grizzly. On a hunting trip in Kern county, Mr.
If you got any free drinks, let 'em drift the way of Arizona. Hey, Arizona, step out and make a bow, will you?" But no Arizona appeared. The crowd cheered him, and then cheered the generous sheriff. Kern had won more by his frankness than he could possibly have won in half a dozen spectacular exploits with a gun.
"If I was to get in touch with Colma, Fatty, what d'you think they'd be able to tell me about your record up there?" The olive skin of Arizona became a bleached drab. "I dunno," he said rather thickly, and all the while his little black eyes were glittering and shifting. "Nothing much, Kern." His glance steadied.
Then over by Redwood Meadows, and Timber Gap, by Mineral King, and over through Farewell Gap. You turn east there, on a new trail. She's steeper than straight-up-an'-down, but shorter than the other. When you get down in the cañon of Kern River, say, she's a fine cañon, too, you want to go downstream about two mile to where there's a sort of natural overflowed lake full of stubs stickin' up.
Its natural eastern boundary is the High Sierra and the northern and southern boundaries are the Kings and Kern Rivers. Thus could be included the sublime scenery on the headwaters of these rivers and perhaps nine-tenths of all the big trees in existence. All private claims within these bounds should be gradually extinguished by purchase by the Government.
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