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Kilrain sighed deeply, but obeyed, presenting the open boxes in turn to Bard, who thanked him, and to Lawlor, who bit off the end of his smoke continued: "A match, Kilrain." And he waited, swelling with pleasure, his eyes fixed upon space. Kilrain lighted a match and held it for the two in turn. Two rows of waiting, expectant eyes were turned from the whole length, of the table, toward the cigars.
Calamity Ben is going to live " A cry of joy came from Shorty Kilrain. "Duffy says that he gave his horse away to Bard. Glendin has called back your posse. Ride, Nash! Or else go down there unarmed and bring Bard up to me." The shadow of a smile crossed the lips of Nash. "If the law's done with him, I'm not. I won't ride, and I won't go down to him.
Speakin' personal, I don't think no more of knockin' down a Swede than I do of flickin' the ashes off'n a cigar." He indulged in a side glance at Bard to see if the latter were properly impressed, but Anthony was staring blankly straight before him, unable, to all appearances, to see anything of what was happening. "Kilrain," went on Lawlor, "trot out some cigars. You know where they're kept."
The familiar, booming voice of Shorty Kilrain echoed through the house: "Supper!" And the loud clangour of a bell supported the invitation. "Chow-time," breathed Lawlor heavily, like one relieved at the end of a hard shift of work. "I figure you ain't sorry, son?" "No," answered Bard, "but it's too bad to break off this talk. I've learned a lot." "You first," said Lawlor at the door.
They saddled their horses and cut across the hills straight for Eldara. Kilrain spurred viciously, and the roan had hard work keeping up. "Hold in," called Nash after a time. "Save your hoss, Shorty. This ain't no short trail. D'you notice the hosses when we was in the barn?" "Nope." "Bard took Duffy's grey, and the grey can go like the devil.
It could but lead to frivolity and she was sorry to see so many in favour of it. Young ladies whose minds are given to boys and frivolity, are not the material of which to make a literary society. As she spoke, Miss Kilrain looked steadily at two members sitting side by side.
"Maybe," he began, and then finished weakly: "I be damned!" "There ain't no reasonable way of doubtin' that unless you put out that smoke. Hear me?" Shorty Kilrain, coming from the kitchen, grinned broadly. Having felt the lash of discipline himself, he was glad to see it fall in another place. He continued his gleeful course around that side of the table.
"Then what the devil is it?" "I dunno. We're goin' to see some queer things around here." Drew, having disposed of the wounded man, carefully raising his head on a pillow, turned to the others. "Who saw Ben shot?" "I did," said Kilrain, who was making his way to the door. "Come back here. Are you sure you saw the shot fired?"
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