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But that Fyfe could not tell her. "Hale showed me her picture once," he said, "but I never saw her. Oh, I suppose she's married some other fellow long ago. Hale was a good sort. He was out-lucked, that's all." The Panther slid in to the float. Jack and Stella went ashore. Lefty Howe came down to meet them. Thirty-five or forty men were stringing away from the camp, back to their work in the woods.
Two bullets, a few inches apart, had nipped his gun arm. The two rustlers at the fire were giving trouble. They had dashed out of the dangerous firelight and had opened up on Lefty and Red. Kid Wolf's heart gave a little jump. Red was down! Lefty and one of the bandits were engaged in a hand-to-hand scuffle, for Warren's horse had been shot under him.
Another horse was led out and Skinny Thompson vaulted to the saddle, and after a fight of half an hour rode the animal from the enclosure to the clamorous shouts of his friends. Lefty Allen also rode his mount from the same gate, but took ten minutes more in which to do it.
"I can drop any distance without serious injury, being made of iron, and my friends, the Andirons, are equally fortunate. The Bellows, too, is comparatively safe. The worst that can happen to him is to have the wind knocked out of him. But " "It's Tom we're bothered about," said the Righthandiron, with an anxious glance at Lefty. "You see, we invited him to come off here with us, and "
"Then let's go to Saturn," suggested Tom. "Oh, no!" said Righty. "Not that." "Then there's only one thing left," said Tom, with a sigh, "and that's the long jump whatever that is." Tom's three companions roared with laughter. "Absurd!" cried Righty. "The idea. The long jump the only thing left! Ha, ha, ha!" "Perfect nonsense," laughed Lefty. "I never thought Dozy Pate could be so dull."
Two were playing cards, and two were engaged in taking a drink from a whisky flask, one of these being the man Blacksnake had sent inside. The two prisoners Lefty Warren and young Morton were securely bound in lariat rope, sitting against one wall. The Kid saw their eyes light up as they recognized him. Evidently they had not expected to see him again alive.
They had a cottage at Roaring Springs, where she spent most of the time, so that their three children could be in school. "I was up here all through vacation," she told Stella. "But Lefty he got to howlin' about bein' left alone shortly after school started again, so I got my sister to look after the kids for a spell, while I stay. I'll be goin' down about the time Mr. Benton's through here."
They should have kept to the mesa top. They had jumped into a trap. Surrender was the only thing to do now, for while there was life, there was hope. The Kid had slipped from tight situations before. Lefty Warren, Red Morton, and The Kid elevated their hands. A low laugh came from behind the cedar thicket, and a group of desperadoes on foot slipped through, holding drawn and leveled Colts.
I ran into Suds by accident. We had trouble. Then Levine. Then Kennebec Lou tried to take a fall out of me." A note of whimsical protest crept into the voice of Donnegan. "Somehow there's always a fight wherever I go," he said. "Fights just sort of grow up around me." Lefty Joe snarled. "You didn't mean nothing by just 'happening' to run into three of my boys one after another?" "Not a thing."
Some waved greeting to Jack Fyfe, and he waved back in the hail-fellow fashion of the camps. "How's the frau, Lefty?" he inquired, after they had shaken hands. "Fine. Down to Vancouver. Sister's sick," Howe answered laconically. "House's all shipshape. Wanta eat here, or up there?" "Here at the camp, until we get straightened around," Fyfe responded.
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