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"Yes," interrupted Williams, "you took such good care of the sheep herders last spring, some of you put them to eternal sleep." "We're not living in Paradise or Utopia," assented Moyese. "We can take care of our own. Men who won't listen to warning must look out for stronger arguments; and it's a great deal quicker than carrying long-drawn legal cases up to the Supreme Court.
Would the people, who were paying fifty cents, a dollar, a dollar-and-a-half extra for every ton of coal bought, because the coal areas were being brought under the domination of one Ring, understand and waken up and rally to the fight? Or was it as Moyese had declared with the most open and genial cynicism that "the public did not give one damn"?
Bat's last act that day was to send a telegram care of the East-bound Limited to Senator Moyese. It read, "All local papers out highly gratulatory references your efforts to punish guilty parties." In the half light of mist and dawn, the Ranger ascended the Ridge trail. Life was at flood-tide. Thought focussed to one point of consciousness set on fire of its own rays.
"How do you know that trail comes from the Ridge gully? Looks to me like a goat track." "Because I built it! You can see the N. F. trail sign one notch and one blaze on that scrub juniper. Up on the Mesas, we were off the Forests. Here, we are back on them. You may not know it, sir; but this canyon is part of the region Moyese wants withdrawn for homesteads.
I guess Moyese doesn't understand our point of view, can't take in why we keep at it." The wind came through the trees a phantom harper. The little waves lapped and whispered. The pine needles clicked pixy castanets; and the moon beams sifted through the trees a silver dust. "Why do you? Why do you keep on the job?" asked the old man. "Hanged if I know," answered Wayland uncomfortably.
She stood kneading her fingers in and out of her palms. There was a strange wild look in the dark eyes and her breathing labored. "It ees Moyese," said Calamity slowly. "He 'xamin d' mine t'-morrow." "Why, Calamity, that is perfect nonsense! Moyese won't examine the mine, at all! This young fellow from Washington is the one to examine the mine?" Calamity continued to knit her fingers in and out.
And for the only time in the struggle, Wayland let go; or rather his manhood got from under leash. You can be stoical all right when you get the blow. It's another thing to be stoical when the blow hits what you love. When the curtain-drop fell on Moyese, it fell on a man pounding the desk, kicking furniture, eating up the telephone, turning the air blue.
Moyese immediately wrote a note, which he despatched to his lawyers, Messrs. Ketchum and Lee, desiring them to make out a set of free papers for his boy George, and to have them ready for delivery on the morrow, as it was his custom to give his presents two or three days in advance of the coming year. The note found Mr.
"I don't despair of a cross myself, when Moyese hears what happened to-day. It'll be a double cross with a G. B.; but, speaking of cross, as we have to cross the lake, don't you think you'd better snatch a little sleep?"
Moyese that was the name of his purchaser to be fitted with the new suit of clothes. The next morning they started by the stage for Augusta. George, seated on the box with the driver, found much to amuse him; and the driver's merry chat and great admiration of George's new and gaily-bedizened suit, went a great way towards reconciling that young gentleman to his new situation.
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