United States or Gabon ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I'm tellin' you on my own hook, so's that big stiff Corrigan won't get swelled up, thinkin' he's got a chance to hitch up with you in the matrimonial wagon. That guy's got murder in his heart, girl. Did you hear of me shootin' that sneak, Marchmont?" The girl had heard rumors of the affair; she nodded, and Levins went on. "It was Corrigan that hired me to do it payin' me a thousand, cash."
Once before she had had occasion to use her simple remedies on Sissy an illness as simple as her remedies; but she could feel something of Mrs. Levins' concern for her offspring, and and it was an ideal night for a gallop over the plains.
I couldn't figger it out what in hell was it, anyway?" "The courthouse burned maybe the bank." Levins chuckled. "You got the record, then." "Yes." "An' I've lost the Judge! Ain't I a box-head, though!" "That's all right. Go ahead. What happened?" "I was moseyin along the ledge.
Well, it seems that the pickpocket got just what he deserved." He offered the deputy a cigar, and the latter went out, satisfied. Later, Corrigan looked appraisingly at Levins, who still graced the office. "That was rather an easy job," he said. "Marchmont was slow with a gun. With a faster man a man, say " he appeared to meditate " like Trevison, for instance. You'd have to be pretty careful "
She went out, mounted her horse, and rode slowly out the Bar B trail. From a window Corrigan watched her, and as she vanished into the distance he turned back to his desk, meditating darkly. "Trevison put Levins up to that. He's showing yellow." Rosalind's reflections as she rode toward the Bar B convinced her that there had been much truth in Corrigan's arraignment of Trevison.
Levins' story that I paid him a thousand dollars is a fabrication, pure and simple. I paid Jim Marchmont a thousand dollars that morning, which was the balance due him on our contract. The transaction was witnessed by Judge Lindman. After Marchmont was shot, Levins took the money from him." "Why wasn't Levins arrested?" "It seems that public opinion was with Levins.
Grisha, who was by now at a high school, had to go over the lessons of the term in the summer holidays. Darya Alexandrovna, who had been studying Latin with her son in Moscow before, had made it a rule on coming to the Levins' to go over with him, at least once a day, the most difficult lessons of Latin and arithmetic.
"You have outraged the laws of your country tonight! I hope you are punished for it!" He laughed, derisively. "Well, you've seen; you know. Go and inform your friends. What I have done I did after long deliberation in which I considered fully the consequences to myself. Levins wasn't concerned in it, so you don't need to mention his name. Your ranch is in that direction, Miss Benham."
The rest of you scatter and keep your eyes peeled. There's trickery afoot. Judge Lindman didn't go to Dry Bottom the agent says he's sure of that because he saw every man that's got aboard a train here within the last twenty-four hours and Judge Lindman wasn't among them! Levins was, though; he left on the one-thirty this morning and got back on the six-o'clock, tonight."
The man rose to his knees, reeling. Another rifle cracked from the recess where Levins was concealed, this time and the man sank to the dust of the slope, rolling over and over until he reached the bottom, where he stretched out and lay prone. There was a shout of rage from a section of rock-strewn level near the foot of the slope, and Trevison's lips curled with satisfaction.
Word Of The Day