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"I haven't got much," Hiram confessed "sixty some dollars." "M'm-m," the other said musingly. Then, after another thoughtful pause: "Say, I suppose you're a little shy about bracin' these employment men, ain't you?" Hiram nodded. "Then I'll tell you what I'll do: You go to work and dig up my fee, and I'll go down to southern California with you on the jerkline job.

"Yes walked round the block to get outa the crowd. But " "I just had to kinda spruce up a bit, Mr. Tweet. I felt so kinda well, kinda countrified and and lost, you might say." "What's the fire got to do with that? And call me Playmate, too." "Nothin', I suppose." "Right across from the restaurant wasn't it?" "Yes." "M'm-m I'd 'a' made a good lawyer, wouldn't I, Hiram?" "I don't know why?"

Found means board, you know." "And you're sure they'll send me down to southern California for two dollars and gi' me a job drivin' mules?" "They'll be tickled to death to do it. Where you from?" Hiram heaved a sigh. "Mendocino County," he replied. "Hittin' the trail for the first time, eh?" The questioner evidently knew it, so Hiram did not reply. "M'm-m! Fine big country Mendocino.

Walk like a house afire for m'm-m maybe a block; next time maybe six blocks." "Well?" "Then he 'd ah he 'd turn round and walk back again." "Not very interesting for you. But we know one thing for certain: he 's uneasy. I have a far lighter task for you, though, than following the erratic movements of Mr. Alexander Burke."

"M'm-m!" he mumbled, reading slowly, a great calloused forefinger following the lines. You'll come to our terms immediately, or our copy of the instructions goes into the fire. We've reached the end of our rope, and won't monkey any longer. Take your choice, Miss Modock or Miss Jean Prince half or nothing. Yes, we're just ornery enough to rob ourselves to spite you.

She glanced a little vainly at her slim, well-garbed figure. "I'm after the money now and I'll get it! "But tell me about your partner," she continued. "Who is he, anyway?" "I can't tell you." "M'm-m!" She pursed her lips and frowned thoughtfully. "And he just wants you to go out with him, hit or miss?" "That seems to be it, ma'am. And I don't think I'll go now." "Now? What do you mean, now?"