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She disobeyed the order to "hold on," and began to hurry. The hurry was of no avail, however, for the follower broke into a run and soon was by her side. He was a stranger to her. "Whee! Wow!" he panted. "This is no race track, pard. Pull up, and let's take it easy. My off leg's got a kink in it, and I don't run so easy as I used to. Great snakes; what's your rush? Ain't you fond of company?
Pity, isn't it? Beauty is the holy thing!" Fort, in his turn, shrugged his shoulders. "Every man to his vision!" he said. "My leg's beginning to bother me; I'm afraid I must take a cab. Here's my address; any time you like to come. I'm often in about seven. I can't take you anywhere, I suppose?" "A thousand thanks, monsieur; but I go north. I loved your words about the pack.
The policeman, with an impolite request that she stop that there caterwauling, knelt on the wet pavement and made a hasty diagnosis of the case. "Leg's broke, and head's caved in a bit. That's all I can see is the matter of him. Who beat him up?" "Him an' her!" accused Mrs. Smelts hysterically, pointing to Dan and Nance, who stood shivering beside Mr. Demry on the top step.
"I think you are out of bounds, Miss Peckham. I do not ask you to tell me how to take care of my little daughter. And I am sure I do not believe that you are rightly informed about her actions, even if you do live next door." Miss Peckham sniffed harder and tossed her head. "Let us get back to the cats," he went on quietly. "Have you found that one of your cats has been hurt?" "His leg's broke.
A friendly young man, thin, and grave of voice, who put a hand over hers and said: "You are not to worry about anything, Mrs. Doyle. You understand me, don't you? Everything is all right. I am going now to get your people." "My husband?" "Your own people," he said. "I have already telephoned to your brother. And the leg's fixed. Everything's as right as rain." Elinor closed her eyes.
Groans, heartrending and hoarse, punctuated the succeeding silence. "It's Jim," the voice asserted. "Guess his leg's bruk." The groaning continued. Mrs. Bailey rose and seized the lamp. Pete got up stiffly and followed her out. One of the men was down on all fours, jumping about in ludicrous imitation of a bucking horse; and another was astride him, beating him not too gently with a quirt.
"Who were the beasts, Bob, that could treat men like that?" demanded Bucks in an angry undertone, when he had clicked the messages over the wires. "Bad Indians," answered Scott sententiously. "You have that kind of white men, don't you? These fellows are probably Turkey Leg's thieving Cheyennes. We shall hear more of them."
The Indians had not seen him; he would reach the fort and report that he had accomplished a little, anyway. Just as he tightened rein a voice stopped him. It seemed to come from underfoot. "Tom! Say, you aren't going to leave me?" That was Joe Burgess, a comrade, trying to crawl to him. "No, I won't. Come on, Joe. Get aboard. Quick! We'll make in, double." "Can't do it, Tom. Leg's busted."
"Pick him up, Will!" said the white man. "His leg's broke." "Cap'n," said the negro, "I'm afraid of him." The white man swore, shaking his dogs angrily. That was some man's bird dog, a fine one, too. "I believe that's Steve Earle's setter, from Freedom Hill across the river!" he cried above the wind. "By George, I believe that's just who it is! We'll go and get the sled!"
The joke here is, that he has had A FALL UP STAIRS, and has done himself so much hurt, that he will never be able to stand upon his leg's again. Everybody is puzzled how to account for this step; though it would not be the first time that great abilities have been duped by low cunning. But be it what it will, he is now certainly only Earl of Chatham; and no longer Mr.
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