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I couldn't be in the same room with him." "You can't go on staying at the Lazy A," Lite told her flatly. "There's no other place where I'd stay." "You could," Lite pointed out, "stay in town and go back and forth with the rest of the bunch. It would be a lot better, any way you look at it." "It would be a lot worse. There's my book; I wouldn't have any chance to write on that.
"If you'd been inside ten minutes before then," Carl told him bluntly, "you'd have heard Aleck say he came home a full hour or more before you say you saw him ride in. That's what's queer. What made you do that? It won't help Aleck none." "Well, what are you going to do about it?" Lite slouched miserably in the saddle, and eyed the other without really seeing him at all.
There was a regular tariff on the lives of free Romans, free Goths, guests, and trusted men of the King; and if the deceased were merely a LITE, or freeman of the lowest rank, it was just possible that the gold collar might purchase its master's life, provided he were not too proud to part with the ancestral badge.
She must not let Art Osgood go back across that street. She could cover him with her gun Art knew how well she could use it! and she would call for an American officer and have him arrested. Or, Lite was somewhere below; she would call for Lite, and he could go and get an officer and a warrant. "How soon you going back?"
Georgie got sent to bed today and had to stay in bed all the afternoon. mother told her not to tuch a vase that was full of sand to make it heavy. i wanted the sand for my aquarian and so i poored it out. well bimeby Georgie came in and went up to take the vase and it was so lite that when she lifted hard it came up so quick that she went rite over backward and smashed the vase all to bits. mother came running in and found that Georgie wasent hurt, but she howled as loud as she cood so that mother woodent lick her, and so she got sent to bed. mother said it sirved her rite.
"All lite, me come back and cook." Rimrock sighed and went to eating and Woo remembered the coffee, but somehow even that failed to cheer. A shadow of doubt came across Woo's watchful face and he hurried away for more bread. "You no bleakum bank?" he enquired at last and Rimrock shook his head. "No, Woo," he said, "Ike Bray, he came down and win all my money back."
And I'm going to make a top hand outa you, Jean. I'm going to teach you to shoot and rope and punch cows and ride, till there won't be a girl in the United States to equal you." "What for?" Jean still had an air of sullen apathy. "That won't help dad any." "It'll start the world moving again." Lite forced himself to cheerfulness in the face of his own despondency. "You say it's stopped.
Lite was a man who trimmed life down to the essentials, and he had long ago impressed it upon her that if she could not shoot quickly, and hit where she aimed, there was not much use in her attempting to shoot at all. Jean proved by her scant interest in the hawk how well she had learned the lesson, and how sure she was of hitting where she aimed.
But he did have a shrewd understanding of the mole-like workings of the criminal mind; and with his own mind free to work on the problem, he presently declared that he would bet he could land Ramon Chavez in jail within a week, and sent Lite after Luck. "I've got it figgered out," he announced when Luck came over to his retreat.
But the man, still without the least hospitable stir, admitted that that was the name he went by, and at length advised us to "lite" and hitch our horses, and sit on the porch with him and enjoy the cool of the evening. The horses would be put up by and by, and in fact things generally would come round some time. This turned out to be the easy way of the country. Mr.
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