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I think if you do any such thing, you are Mr. Banneker! You're not listening to me." "Some one is coming through the woods trail," said he. "Perhaps it's your local friend." "That's my guess." "Please understand this, Mr. Banneker," she said with an obstinate outthrust of her little chin. "I don't know who your friend is and I don't care.
Hadley-Smith, disregarding easier chances to make a capture, strove with all her power to touch one particular chosen quarry; would have seen how twice, by a quick twist of a graceful young body, the hunted one eluded those two tied hands outthrust to seize her; how at the third time of trying the huntress scored a victory and laid detaining hold upon a fold of the fugitive's costume; and how at this Miss Smith, so eagerly watching the chase, gave a gesture of assent and satisfaction over a thing accomplished, as she hurried toward the pair of them to render her self-appointed service upon the winner and the loser.
Nobody cared to argue the matter with him. He showed his broken teeth in a sour grin. "Tha's settled, then," he went on. "It's my say-so. My orders go if there's no objections." His outthrust head, set low on the hunched shoulders, moved from right to left threateningly as his gaze passed from one to another. If there were any objections they were not mentioned aloud.
And, you hear me," he concluded, with a menacing outthrust of his lower jaw, "you hear me, if I catch you hanging around the ranch house after this, or if I so much as see you on Quien Sabe, I'll show you the way off of it, my friend, at the toe of my boot. Now, then, get out of the way and let me pass."
Suddenly he stood up, his face flushed, his hands outthrust themselves in rage, his fingers opened and shut in abandonment of temper. "Why have I two such sons!" he exclaimed. "I've not been bad. I've squeezed a few; I've struck here and there; I've mauled my enemies, but I've been good to my own. Why can't I run square with my own family?" He was purple to the roots of his hair.
Now, inasmuch as you may be tempted to embellish this story with some highly imaginary details, I prefer that you know the truth. This is the 'gun' I used to stick you up." With a rigidly outthrust thumb Gray prodded the driver in the side. "Simple, isn't it? And no chance for accidents." The speaker's shoulders were shaking. "Well, I'll be damned!" "Not a doubt of it!" chuckled the other.
His face was lined, his eyes fierce under outthrust eyebrows, his lips where the crisp waves of his beard permitted them to show stern, but his whole demeanor was not unkindly. "It is easy to measure how far we have come, but who can say how far we have to go?" This metaphysical doubletalk annoyed me. "I don't know what is happening to people," I said.
Swiftly he strode across that familiar court, shoulders squared, chin outthrust, and eyes that glowed ominously in his pale face beneath fierce-scowling brows. As he turned into Tenth Avenue there met him the Spider. "What you chasin' this time, bo?" he enquired. "M'Ginnis." "Then you're sure chasin' trouble." "That's what I want. D' you know where he is?" "Sure I do, but "
She outthrust a shaking hand and unclenched her fingers, displaying therein a crumpled sheet of pink paper, a printed official form, the telltale tint of which indicated its fateful character. Both of her hearers were familiar with the so-called "pink tickets" of the Mounted Police; every one in the Northwest Territory, in fact, knew what they were deportation orders.
In the mirror he could see that huge jaw outthrust, the black eyes narrowed, an ugly leer on the working face and a revolver in the Wolf's hand that held a bead on his, Jimmie Dale's, head. It was "Smarlinghue," the wretched, nervous, drug-wrecked creature that turned around and, as though startled at the sight of the other, almost let the bottle fall from his hand. "So it was you eh Smarlinghue!
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