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The big bulks rolled and threshed and whipped here and there "Hell!" It was a cry of mingled rage and pain; it came bursting explosively from Blenham's lips. Royce's laugh followed it; Packard shivered. "Bill!" he cried. "Bill!" Royce did not answer; perhaps for the very good reason that he did not hear. There were other matters now engaging his attention solely and exclusively.
"My beloved grandfather has no love for the courts of law," mused Steve many a time. "And he knows that in that I am like him. So to his way of thinking it's just Packard eat Packard and the rest of the world 'Hands Off. And so he is going the limit. Well, I guess that's as good a way as any other." The day came when Steve put his cattle into Drop Off Valley.
Want him?" Packard had not counted on this, having no idea that Blenham was in town. He hesitated, then said quickly: "Hasn't left yet, has he? Where is he now?" "Down to the depot. Trailin' a skirt. An' some skirt, too, take it from me." He laughed. Steve wanted suddenly to slap the broad, ugly face.
Packard began investigations at the Old Trusty saloon whose doors stood invitingly open to the faint afternoon breeze. In the long room half-a-dozen idle men looked up at him with mild interest, withdrawing their eyes briefly from solitaire or newspaper or cribbage game or whatever had been holding their careless attention as he entered. A glance at them showed him no familiar face.
There was not a solitary return produced in favor of this Packard body, nor of the Governor subsequently installed; but the Radicals asserted that their friends would have been elected had the people voted as they wished, for every negro and some whites in the State upheld their party.
Their first thought, of course, would be that the old mountain-lion, Steve's grandfather, had come roaring down from his place in the north. Terry tossed up her head so that they might see and know and marvel and speculate and do and say anything which pleased them. Having crossed her Rubicon, she didn't care the snap of her pretty fingers who knew. "I want Steve Packard," she called to them.
Or come over my way an' try to borrow some more, if you think I'm an easy guy. Why, Steve Packard, you you're a tomfool!" "Thanks," said Steve dryly. "I've heard that before." "An' you'll hear it again, by the Lord! In ten languages if you'll find men talkin' that many lingos. Here I come chasin' all this way to be decent to you, to see if there ain't some way to help you out "
I was wondering where all her toilet articles were. That accounts " Stopping, she cast a glance around the room, ending with a shake of the head and a shrug. "She needn't have pulled out all her things," she sharply complained. "Certain, she is a mysterious lady; as queer as she is kind." This was a sentiment I could thoroughly indorse. Mrs. Packard was certainly an enigma to me.
"My name is Saunders." "A very good name. I knew a fine family of that name when I was younger. There was one of them his name was Robert " Here she rambled on for several minutes as if this topic and no other filled her whole mind; then, as if suddenly brought back to what started it, she uttered in sudden anxiety, "You think well of Mrs. Packard? You have confidence in her?"
It seemed to him that young Barbee was pale and grew paler; that a shiver ran through him; that he was, for the moment, like one drugged. And, side by side, two emotions, both primal and unmistakable, peered out of his eyes: a savage hatred of Blenham, a leaping greed of gold. Thus for a little forgetting his own interest in this scene, Packard watched, wondering what the outcome would be.
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