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"You are The Coyote?" she asked in a whisper. "My name is Rathburn, miss," he replied cheerfully. "In some ways I'm a lot like the man described in that reward notice. An' I'm riding a dun-colored horse branded CC2. I don't like that monicker, Coyote, or I might 'fess up to it." "Then if you're him you're an outlaw!" she stammered. Rathburn's dreamy look shifted to the boy who was staring at him.

He'd landed one book and was pluggin' away on another; not a novel, I understands, but something different. "Huh!" says I to Vee. "No wonder he had to go into the lit'ry game, with that monicker hung on him. Basil Pyne! The worst of it is, he looks it, too." "Now, Torchy!" protests Vee. "I'm sure you'll find him real interesting when you know him better." As usual, she's right.

"Shouldn't have much difficulty, though; responsibility lies between two men. Here all last night. Nobody else. Callahan and O'Brien holdin' 'em. Peach of a monicker, ain't it? Has all three sections on his cards. "The other 's a young lawyer chap; calls himself Royal Maillot. I can't pry out of either of 'em what he was doing here." "And nobody else, you say?" I asked when he paused.

Her folks invited jackies to dinner at the house nearly every Sunday. Maybe, if they gave him thirty-six hours' leave next time "Hey, Sweetheart!" sounded in a hissing whisper from Moran's hammock. "What?" "Say, was that four steps and then turn-turn, or four and two steps t' the side? I kinda forgot." "O, shut up!" growled Monicker, from the other side. "Let a fellow sleep, can't you!

And a couple of them woulda knocked you dead, take it from me. But the Vere de Vere stuff is bla now. Too phony. There's no class to that kind of a monicker any more. And, believe me, you can't afford to overlook any bets, nowadays; you got to have class in everything. Something simple something demure, that's what they want. You got to be a lady."

Upon their arrival at this station, a small hamlet, their first acquaintance told them that his road name was "Kansas Shorty" and his partner's "Slippery". The lads were surprised that these men should not use their Christian names, but as they were accustomed to hearing all the section laborers and every harvester called by a "monicker" or "name-de-rail", they kept their thoughts to themselves, and Joe, after listening to these instructions gleefully remarked: "Gee, I wish that you would give each of us a hobo name the same as you have."

Joe, who had heard at home the section men tell about the "monicker" every tramp bore, could not help but note that these "names-de-crime" which Slippery had just now given as the ones with which these gentlemen addressed each other, so very closely resembled those used by the hoboes that perhaps every one of the men before him had formerly been a road kid.

But Monicker goes to these dances and he says they're right nice. And lots of of pretty girls. Nice girls. I wouldn't go alone. But you you're used to dancing, and parties and girls." He linked his arm through the other man's. Moran allowed himself to be propelled along, dazedly. Still protesting, he found himself in the elevator with a dozen red-cheeked, scrubbed-looking jackies.

Yohness party is an American who hails from New York. Don't sound reasonable, I admit, with a monicker like that, but I let the old boy spin along. Yohness had gone to Cuba years ago, way back before the Spanish-American war. I take it he was part of a filibusterin' outfit that was runnin' in guns and ammunition for the Cubans to use against the Spaniards.

Oh, by the way, I have engaged a young woman of most unusual talent to take the minor part of Hortense. You may have noticed her in the dining-room. Miss Rosamond er where did I put that card? ah, yes, Miss Floribel Blivens. The poor idiot insists on Blivens, desiring to perpetuate the family monicker.