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"I want to know." With the air of a man submitting to the inevitable Curtis proceeded to inform her. "He is lying in the loft over the stable, like a sick dog. He is rather badly mauled, and whimpers a good deal. I shall take him some soup across presently, but I don't suppose he'll touch it." "Ok, dear!" she said. "What shall you do then?"
Call in your posse. "Sheriff Quigg County." What the at first puzzled and then thunderstruck operator at Watson Siding read off his instrument ran very differently. It read: "Safe THEY blowers ARE have HERE been IN captured STATION near INTEND here. GOING call OUT in BY your NIGHT posse. A moment after giving his "OK" the Watson Siding operator was at the telephone calling for Bixton central.
At his right and left are two men somewhat resembling him, and like him, bearing wooden clubs. These four face the west, and between them and the bloody rock squat some threescore of cave-folk, talking loudly among themselves. It is late afternoon. The name of him on the pile of stones is Uk, the name of his mate, Ala; and of those at his right and left, Ok and Un. Uk: Be still!
"OK, listen to this: 'Nobody ever said a day has to be juggled into any kind of sense at day's end. OK, I can see that. But I don't throw you against the wall and call the universe evil, do I?" Cecil snorted a tiny snort through his nostrils. "But as far as making trying to make sense of everything... I can see that. That's why I wonder sometimes.
His eyes were staring in blank astonishment at one sentence in the letter. The note was from Cole Sanborn. This is what Kirby read in it: Well, old-timer, there aint no trail so blamed long but what its got a turn in it somewheres. I done found Esther up Platte Cañon and everythings OK as you might say. I reckon you are wondering howcome this to be postmarked Golden.
As "B" gave his "OK" with the stumbling hesitation of blank astonishment, the line again opened. And at the first word the intense strain broke, and Alex sank forward over the table with a convulsive sob. "Grand, my boy! Grand!" clicked the sounder. It was his father, at Bixton. He had overheard it all. "Grand! That's the word," came the despatcher.
He has me labelled, OK," admitted Ryan with marked humility. "But then, gentlemen, I protest it is hardly fair to compare an ordinary mortal to so remarkably courageous a man as Elder. I claim it is not given many men to be that fearless. Why, 'with half an eye, as the old grammars say, you can see courage sticking out all over him." "All right, laugh.
Come, is it a bargain?" In answer Cummings held out his hand. The Doctor grasped it cordially and holding his left hand to Moriarity, who took it, said: "We four, for Scip is my pal, can do it OK, We can " "Why not do it now," said Cummings, with energy. "Our horses are here and we can put a whole day between us and the ranche before Swanson returns."
But these messages, usually following hold-ups on other roads, had been intermittently sent for years, and nothing had happened on the Middle Western; and in his turn Alex gave his "OK," and thought nothing more about it. A half hour later he sat at the open window of the telegraph room, deeply interested in the July St.
"Only Daddy an' Mammy Sawyer knows. Our father he was a bad man, so we don't tell. The kids don't mind him, but I do. He wasn't bad to us, but he done somethin' awful, an' then he ran away, an' our mother died, an' he sent us miles an' miles away to a city, an' we lived with old Mother Cummins. But I mind the ocean it smelt like ok, it smelt awful good! Did you ever smell the ocean?"
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