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Trapes actually blenched before the glare in his eyes that was so strangely at odds with his soft, lazy tones. "And that ends it!" he nodded. "Mrs. Trapes, I've made up my mind!" "What about?" "Mr. M'Ginnis. I'll begin to-day." "Begin what?" "To prepare myself to bestow on him the thrashing of his life!" So saying, Ravenslee stretched lazily and finally got up. "Good morning, Mrs.
Your shot at Spike so near the house lost you the game lost lost! Your shot at Spike was a call for help saved the life of the man you came to kill! Your shot at Spike lost you the game lost lost!" So, followed by the pad-pad of running feet, haunted by the querulous demon-voice, M'Ginnis stumbled out upon the road a lonely road at most times but quite desolate at this hour.
"Why, I mean," said M'Ginnis, twisting the neckerchief in his powerful hands much as if it had been the neck of some enemy, "I mean as this guy as comes here bluffin' about bein' down an' out, this guy as plays at sellin' peanuts is Geoffrey Ravenslee, the millionaire." "But he is Arthur's friend!"
Soapy's cigarette quivered and was still again, while M'Ginnis watched him, breathing thickly but speaking no word, and Soapy went on again: "I been takin' a peek into that little tin safe o' yours, an' I found some papers you'd been kind o' treasurin' up about me, so I burnt 'em, Bud not as they mattered very much, there ain't nobody t' worry when I snuff it but I found as you'd got other papers about other guys as would matter some t' them, I guess so I burnt 'em too, Bud."
I used t' kind o' hope but pshaw! she's dead ain't she, Bud?" "I guess so!" nodded M'Ginnis, yet deep in thought. "An' buried ain't she, Bud?" "What th' hell!" exclaimed Bud, turning to stare, "what's bitin' ye?" "I'm wonderin' 'why', an' I'm likewise wonderin' 'who', Bud. Maybe I'll find out for sure some day. I'm waitin', Bud, waitin'. Goin' around t' O'Rourke's, are ye?
Spike, cowering behind a bush with M'Ginnis's fingers gripping his arm, shivered and sweated and held his breath until Ravenslee moved on again, and, coming to a fallen tree, seated himself there and sat chin on fist, expectation in every tense line of him. "Now!" whispered M'Ginnis hoarsely, "get him now before Hermy comes t' him!"
M'Ginnis glanced at the heap of ash by the stove and burst into a frenzy of curses and fierce invective, while Soapy, lounging back in the chair, watched him unmoved until he had done, then he spoke again: "Also I found letters, Bud, a packet tied up in blue ribbon an', Bud, they matter a whole lot. Here they are look at 'em!"
During this breathless speech the narrowed eyes of M'Ginnis never left Ravenslee's pale, placid face, and in the persistence of this ferocious glare was something animal-like. "Say, you Mr. Butt-in!" said he, "I ain't through wid you not by a whole lot I ain't. Oh, I'll get ye yet, an' I'll get ye good! There won't be nothin' left for nobody else when I'm through wid you.
"An' what th' hell are you nosin' around here for, anyway?" snarled M'Ginnis, shutting the heavy safe with a fierce slam; "since you've come in you can get out again right now!" Soapy seated himself upon a corner of the desk and placidly breathed out two spirals of cigarette smoke. "Heard about Hermy bein' married, Bud?" he enquired. "Married? You're a liar! Hermy married? It's not so!"
"You sure got th' Kid all worked up an' mad enough t' kill, eh, Bud? If he does get up against this guy Geoff this guy Geoff's sure goin' t' cash in sudden. Consequently, I guess you'll be wantin' paper an' pencil both here!" "What th' hell " began M'Ginnis. "Telegram, Bud. You're goin' t' frame up a nice little telegram t' this guy Geoff oh, you sure are th' fly gazebo!
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