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"He don't sand no skillet when little Tenspot's around," assured that person, slapping his holster. "Does he, Lefty?" "If he does, yu oughter be lynched," consoled Lefty. "Well, so long," remarked Frenchy, riding off to a small store, where he bought a cheap sombrero.
Used to tell 'em that." "You talked foolish, then," burst out Lefty suddenly. "It was all straight." The brakie could hear the click of his companion's teeth at the period to this statement, as though he regretted his outburst. "Well, I'll be hanged," murmured the brakie innocently. Ordinarily, Lefty was not easily lured, but this night he apparently was in the mood for talk.
The face of the underforeman went livid; a flood of foul expletives clogged his utterance. The one who had not yet spoken broke in soothingly: "Lefty just means he hit you hard. Why no somebody knife him?" The four men asked each other the question with their eyes and, receiving no answer, looked confused. "Why no you, Heppel?" demanded Koppy. "I had no time."
There were times, of course, when Black Eagle longed to be again on the prairie at the head of his old band, but the joy of circling the track almost made up for the loss of those wild free dashes. One day when Lefty took him out Black Eagle found many other horses on the track, while around the enclosure he saw gathered row on row of men and women.
"And I and I," came from all parts of the car; from Lefty and Righty, from Tom, the Flamingo, the Hippopotamus and Polar Bear. "Very well," said the Conductor, calmly. "I don't care. It isn't my money that's lost, but I'll tell you one thing, this car doesn't stop until you've all paid up!" "What!" cried the Polar Bear. "I want to get off at the Toboggan slide."
Something slipped by the open door something that glimmered faintly; and Lefty Joe knew that it was the red head of Donnegan. Donnegan, soft-footed as a shadow among shadows. Donnegan on a blood trail. It lowered the heartbeat of Lefty Joe to a tremendous, slow pulse.
Yonder you see where the two hills almost close over the road yonder is Shorty Kruger behind the rocks, waiting and watching. A very good gunman is Shorty. Know him?" "Yes," she said, shuddering. "Of course I know him." "But even suppose that the he passes Kruger down there in the hollow, where the road bends in toward us, you can see Lefty himself. I wired him to come, and there he is."
The train was out of the mountains and in a country of scattering hills, but here it struck a steep grade and settled down to a grind of slow labor; the rails hummed, and suspense filled the freight car. "Hey," cried Lefty suddenly. "You fool, you'll do a flop out the door in about a minute!" He even reached out to steady the toppling figure, but Donnegan pitched straight out into the night.
Barlow laid the Waterbug alongside the float. He had already told her that Lefty Howe, with the greater part of Fyfe's crew, was extending and guarding Benton's fire-trail, and he half expected that Fyfe might have turned up there. Away back in the smoke arose spasmodic coughing of donkey engines, dull resounding of axe-blades. Barlow led the way.
Only Conrad, Koppy, and Lefty Werner were straining at the log that held down their crushed comrades. Torrance sprang forward and bent his great back to the weight. Two fewer bohunks were on construction in Canada. Some one dropped from the trestle close to Torrance, and a hand thrust itself before the contractor's eyes. In the hand was the end of a rope.
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