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"No; it's a pocketbook a wallet." "A wallet?" exclaimed Lem, with such suddenness that Jack started. "Yes," cried the lad. "You don't mean to say you found it?" Lem seemed agitated. He shuffled his feet in the dust. "Me find a pocketbook?" he said at length with a short laugh. "Well, I guess not. I ain't in the habit of findin' such things as that. What kind was it, and what was in it?"
You mustn't! You shan't!" "I shall and will! So should you all! Whoever they are they're friendly. Else old Lem wouldn't have seemed so pleased and led 'em off with his best 'hep, hep, hep, that way. I'll bet they're Utes, good neighbors of the white ranchers, but they're genuine Indians all the same and I'm going to see them. My! But I did feel mighty weak in the knees for a minute!
Though it was necessarily a painful wound, he was relieved to find that no vital organ had been injured, and he was able to assure Lem that he would soon be around again and be as well as ever. When the bullet was extracted Doctor Joe examined it critically, washed it and placed it carefully in his pocket. It proved to be a thirty-eight calibre, black powder rifle bullet.
The hours from two till dawn that night I spent under the table in the kitchen, where Miah White and his brother Lem had come to talk with Duncan. And among the three of them, all they could say was "My heavens! My heavens!" I say till dawn; but our kitchen might have given on a city air-shaft for all the dawn we got.
The boys had found it and dared each other to taste the stuff. "It's purty bad stuff 'at Lem sells, I allow," observed Walky Dexter. "No wonder it settled them boys. It's got a 'kick' to it wuss'n Josephus had that time the swarm of bees lit on him." The town was ablaze with the story of the boys' escapade on Wednesday afternoon when Janice came back from Middletown.
Sewell could not deny the good sense of the plan, though she was sensible of liking Statira less and less for it. The girl continued: "Lem Mr. Barker, I should say wants I should come up there, out the east winds.
"Gone to Fort Pelican," Lem murmured after a moment's thought. He stared at Doctor Joe for several minutes, now with the look of one trying to recall something, and at length asked: "What's been happenin' to me?" "You've been shot," said Doctor Joe. "We found you on the floor. Some one has shot you." "The silver! The silver fox skin!" Lem displayed excitement. "Be it on the table? I had un there!"
He stood in an indolent attitude, with his hands in his pockets; but all the reckless passion of the desperado was concentrated in the level glance of those menacing eyes. "Meet your partner with a double sashay," cried the curly-headed boy. Diddle-diddle-dee squeaked the fiddles. Lem looked again at his brother. He was flirting outrageously.
He stood behind his master's chair, idly turning with his foot the corners of a mighty bear skin which lay upon the floor. It was the skin of an enormous grizzly, that had been shot by Captain Lem and another caballero, or horse trainer and had been mounted by themselves with infinite care, as a gift to their employer.
Such an uproar had never been heard at peaceful San Leon since its foundation stone was laid; and the sounds carrying clearly in that night air, out from the Barracks rushed a horde of cowboys and workmen with Captain Lem in lead. "A bear!" "The Grizzly! The Grizzly!" A grizzly it was sure enough.
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