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Wasn't I there?" He was almost incoherent. "Were you?" said King. "And Baldy Winch, the one who knifed you ?" The sucking old mouth emitted a dry chuckle. "An' didn't I keep my promise? That very winter after Baldy was the only man to git back. With my side just healin' didn't I make my way through the snow out to where he was " "His cabin on Lookout?" "With an axe I got there!
A brute, and nothing more." "Just that." Witherbee let a mouthful of smoke drift into the motionless air. "It's curious," he said. "What is?" "Father Antoine will make it unpleasant for you. He may try to have you knifed, or something." "Impossible!" "Not at all. Human life is worth nothing here. No wonder it's not really worth living. But you're safe enough, and that's the curious thing."
They shot him to pieces. An' thet night some one of the Isbels shot Craig, who was alone on guard.... An' last this here's what I come to tell you Jean Isbel slipped up in the dark on Greaves an' knifed him." "Why did y'u want to tell me that particularly?" asked Ellen, slowly.
"I swear I didn't. I bought him traded with Slater for him.... Honest to God, I never had any idea he was stolen! ... Why, when y'u said 'that horse y'u stole, I felt as if y'u'd knifed me...." Ellen sat at the table and listened while her father paced to and fro and, by his restless action and passionate speech, worked himself into a frenzy.
Simultaneously Amber heard a cry go up, shrill above the clamour of the mob, screaming that a white sailor had knifed the goldsmith. And he turned pale beneath his tan. "You hear, hazoor? They are naming you to the police-wallahs. Come!" "You're right." Amber fell into a long, free stride that threatened quickly to distance the Gurka's short, sturdy legs. "Yet why do you take this trouble for me?"
"You are about to make an arrest?" The words came from her like a pistol-shot. A light shot into her eyes. The detective shook his head. He had seen the look in her face once before on the face of a woman. That was at Las Palmas, in a dancing-hall, when a Portuguese girl had knifed a fickle lover with a dagger drawn from her stocking.
He had no desire that Rad el Moussa should forget his submissiveness and stab him suddenly from behind, neither did he especially wish to be noosed or knifed from round any of the dusky sudden corners.
"No, but I am, and you mustn't leave me." "I would like to tie him up in a hard knot and take him down to civilisation bumping behind the carriage as luggage. I think he's the fellow who knifed me, and I want to find out what his game is." Here Tina unfortunately began to faint again. She asked for wine in a far-off voice, and Standish at once forgot all about the demon driver.
Ananias," politely remarks the prosecutor; then in an undertone he turns to his chief and mutters: "The old rascal! He would have knifed us if we'd given him the chance!" And all this time the disgruntled Mr. Ananias is wondering why, if he didn't "know the defendant or his family," he was not accepted as a juror.
It's only a question of when the burial party will come for me." "Then, why are we waiting?" cried Carroll. "I couldn't leave her lying here," replied the other simply. The sound of rhythmical labor came back to Carroll's memory. "You were digging her grave?" The other nodded. Carroll, stiffly, for his knifed arm was painful, got out of his coat. "Where's an extra spade?" he asked.
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