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Luck's voice was surcharged with sarcasm. What do you think they're trying to do, then?" "Aw, the gov'ment wouldn't STAND fer no such actions!" "Well, by cripes, I hain't aimin' to give the gov'ment no job uh setting on my remains, investigatin' why I was killed off!" Big Medicine asserted, and took a shot at a distant grimy Stetson to prove he meant what he said.
"They come his way.... And he's standing there at the edge of the water, hoping for orders to cross." Steve, beneath the swamp magnolia, had a widening of the lips. "Luck's turned agin him one way, though. He's out of favour with Old Jack. The regiment don't know why, but it saw it mighty plain day before yesterday, after the big battle!
Look how tender he's rowin'. I'll lay my wage and share he's the only man stung up to-day an' he's stung up good." "What'll sting him?" said Harvey, getting interested. "Strawberries, mostly. Pumpkins, sometimes, an' sometimes lemons an' cucumbers. Yes, he's stung up from his elbows down. That man's luck's perfectly paralyzin'. Naow we'll take a-holt o' the tackles an' hist 'em in.
"Ah, Lady Honoria," said the great Person, "I have something to say that will please you, I think," and he bent towards her, and spoke very low, then, with a little bow, passed on. "What is the old boy talking about?" asked her brother. "Why, what do you think? We are in luck's way to-night. He says that they are offering Geoffrey the Under Secretaryship of the Home Office."
Luck's voice was no less stern because it was lowered so that a couple of the boys fussing with the horses inside the rope corral could not overhear what he had to say. Annie-Many-Ponies, pulling one of the shiny black braids into the correct position over her shoulder and breast, stepped soft-footedly up to him and stopped. She did not ask him what he wanted.
"Are you in this, Bucky?" asked Cullison evenly. "You're right I am. He's my prisoner." "What for?" "For robbing the W. & S." Luck's face lit. "Have you evidence enough to cinch him?" "Not enough yet. But I'll take no chances on his getting away." The cattleman's countenance reflected his thoughts as his decision hung in the balance. He longed to pay his debt on the spot.
Even Rosemary seemed depressed and made no attempt to stir the Happy Family to their wonted cheerfulness. They were worn out from their long day that had been filled with real hardships as well as work. In the general silence, Luck's deeper gloom seemed consistent and only to be expected; for hard as the others had worked, he had worked harder.
"Dahlia! my dear sister, I wish I could say; but the luck's against me," Robert began. She sat, with her fingers locked together in her lap, gazing forward on the floor, her head a little sideways bent. "I believe," he went on "I haven't heard, but I believe Rhoda is well." "She and father are well, I know," said Dahlia. Robert started: "Are you in communication with them?" She shook her head.
"Luck's smashed all to pieces," he insisted later, when he found that the first pillow was finished; but at sundown was inclined to think it might be "on the turn again," for Goggle-Eye appeared on the north track, stalking majestically in front of a horseman.
If it came to a pinch the turning of a saddle might spoil everything, and so far as he could the range-rider was forestalling any accidents that might be due to carelessness. "How long am I to wait for you?" asked Threewit. "We'd ought to be back inside of an hour and a half if luck's with us. But we may be delayed by some one hanging around.
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