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The man with the paper nodded. Hiram scraped his chair a foot closer. "Why, I don't exactly know. I'm willin' to do anything that is, try." The slate-blue eyes quizzically studied Hiram a little longer, then settled on the paper once more. A few moments they scanned the column. Then: "Maybe some o' these'll look attractive ol'-timer.
It was the big French Canadian whom Pierce had met on the crest of the divide; he came forward now, pushing his resistless way through the audience. "Wat for you say dere ain't nobody by dat name, eh?" He turned his back to the committee and addressed the meeting. "Wat for you hack lak dis, anyhow? By gosh! I heard 'bout dis lady! She's ol'-timer lak me." "Well, trot her out! Where is she?"
Call and see us. Morgan & Stroud, Four-hundred-and-fifteen Clay Street." He lowered the paper and once more fixed the slate-blue eyes on Hiram. "There you are, ol'-timer pick yer road to wealth and prominence." His smile brought Hiram's chair closer. "How d'ye get any o' these jobs?" he asked.
"In the ring? No, you made a grand exit, and then slumped; nobody saw it but the little girl, and she beat it right down to the ring and out after you. Fit like a wildcat, too, when we tried to keep her away from you till we could find out what had struck you." The other grinned once more. "Some sister, ol'-timer!
Say, lady," he addressed Lucy, "fix 'er up hey? Doll 'er up proper, an' le's see wot de ol'-timer looks like." "You'll oblige me by getting out of the door," said Lucy indignantly. "Oh, don't scold the poor eel!" pleaded Jerkline Jo. "He doesn't know any better. So you want to see me dolled up, do you, Squint? By George, you're on, old-timer! I've got some glad rags here in this burg. Go on now!
"You just set tight and watch the spring blossoms come. Jerkline Jo never failed man nor horse nor dog in her life, and she ain't forgot you for a second. You bet your last dime on Jerkline Jo, ol'-timer and Wild Cat, too, s'far's that goes. They'll ramble home in time to save you. I'll bet my bank roll on it!" "Only ten days more," Tweet sighed heavily. "Oh, papa, what pretty fireworks you made!
Well, then, yer chances look mighty slim ter me just at present, ol'-timer. However, there's no fight on yet; will yer behave yerself, an' let this man Beaton alone if I hand yer back yer gun?" "There is no choice left me." "Sure; that's sensible enough; give it to him, Moore." He broke the chamber, shaking the cartridges out into his palm; then handed the emptied weapon over to Westcott.
"Never mind w'ere I glommed it, Scully," was the retort. "De point is, are youse guys in on helpin' me lick up a growler?" The other tramp had risen, and spoke for both as he strode toward the door. "Lead us to it, Thumbscrew," he swaggered portentously; "lead us to it, ol'-timer!" And the door slammed behind the three. Hiram glanced back at the man behind the newspaper.
They clinched repeatedly, and soon it became apparent that Drummond was forcing these clinches. "You've got 'im goin', Gentle Wild Cat!" yelled Tom Gulick. "Keep after his mush, ol'-timer! Pretty soon he won't be able to see you; then clean house with 'im!"
A wave of Jo's hand and they understood the noon had come. When they were in camp, and the teams had been fed and watered from the great tank wagon, and Jerkline Jo, with the able help of Twitter-or-Tweet, had made ready the steaming meal, there arose loud praise of the girl's idea concerning the fireless cooker. "By golly, Jo, this here's grub!" applauded Jim McAllen. "Some scheme, ol'-timer!"
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