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McKee's, stood in the doorway and fanned herself with her apron. Max Wilson came out of the house and got into his car. For a minute, perhaps, all the actors, save Carlotta and Dr. Ed, were on the stage.
Catching him by the wrist, he deftly forced him to drop the muzzle toward the floor. With frightened cries the girls huddled in a corner. The other cowboys upset chairs, springing to their feet, drawing revolvers half-way from holsters as they did so. Hoover had pressed his thumb into the back of McKee's hand, forcing him to open his fingers and drop his gun on the table.
It was late at night, and the moon shining into Miss McKee's room, when she woke and saw a Chinaman standing at the foot of her bed with a great knife in his hand. She felt under her pillow if the keys were safe, for the box of silver was put in her room while I was absent; then she jumped up, shouting "Thieves!" with all her might.
Over his shoulder Show Low shouted: "We all had a run in with that Buck McKee's bunch. Fresno's laid out with a hole in his shoulder. Billie Nicker's cashed in. I've got some of the Triangle boys, and we're goin' to make a clean-up." "You ain't goin' to do nothin' unless I say so. We don't want no range-war we'll git the man that did the killin'. Come on," commanded Sage-brush.
A vague thought that he might some day make restitution conspired with McKee's insidious appeal to his hatred and jealousy to induce him to retain the blood-money, and he thrust it within an inside pocket of his loose waistcoat.
As he walked along he eyed with a professional glance the ailanthus and maple trees which, with an occasional poplar, lined the Street. At the door of Mrs. McKee's boarding-house he stopped. Owing to a slight change in the grade of the street, the McKee house had no stoop, but one flat doorstep. Thus it was possible to ring the doorbell from the pavement, and this the stranger did.
Once, years before, romance had paraded itself before her in the garb of a traveling nurseryman had walked by and not come back. "And Miss Harriet's going into business for herself. She's taken rooms downtown; she's going to be Madame Something or other." Now, at last, was Mrs. McKee's attention caught riveted. "For the love of mercy! At her age! It's downright selfish.
Again Terrill moved to the right and farther under McKee, who had to extend his arm and body far beyond an upright position. Holding his revolver against Terrill handicapped the half-breed in his movements. With a quick turn, Terrill grasped McKee's left arm, jerking it down sharply on his shoulder.
Early that morning the doorkeeper had opened the door to a gentleman who did not speak, but who handed in a bunch of early chrysanthemums and proceeded to write, on a pad he drew from his pocket: "From Mrs. McKee's family and guests, with their congratulations on your recovery, and their hope that they will see you again soon.
While they did not at the moment advise war, their advice to make peace was so faintly uttered, and so hedged round with conditions as to be of no weight; and they furnished the Indians not only with provisions but with munitions of war. Narrative of Thomas Rhea, July 2, 1791. This narrative was distrusted; but it is fully borne out by McKee's letter, and the narrative of Brickell.
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