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"He'd be a howlin' success, son," replied Skinny Thompson, "judgin' by his friends what we elevated over in th' Panhandle." Lanky Smith leaned forward with his elbow on the table, resting his chin in the palm of his hand: "Is Ewalt still a-layin' for yu, Hopalong?" He asked.
She sat down that very hour and wrote to the Reverend Decimus Tooley, explaining why she, instead of Captain Rugley, wrote, and requesting that Jonas Lonergan be made ready for the trip from Bylittle to Jackleg, in the Panhandle, where a carriage from the Bar-T Ranch would meet him.
He's merely jealous," came back Larry. "Course I'm jealous. Whyfor not? What license have these Panhandle guys to come in and tote off our girls? But don't mind me. I'll pay strict attention to my ham and eggs and not see a thing that's going on." "Lieutenant!" Miss Margaret was both embarrassed and shocked. "Want me to shut my eyes, Tennessee?"
Somewhere out there on the street, or in the Hole-in-the-Wall, he would meet his enemy in a few minutes, perhaps. There would be no wordy argument. They understood each other, and had understood each other, since that morning, long ago when they had passed each other on the road Panhandle riding in to Laramie and Cheyenne and Little Jim riding from the abandoned home.
His education is all arranged for in advance and he merely rides thru and receives it. There is a row of professors with their sleeves rolled up who give him the degrees. So as Mr. T. Steer of Panhandle goes riding thru on that endless cable from his A-B-C's to his eternal cold storage, each professor hits him a dab. He rides along from department to department until he is canned.
Two heavy candelabra the loot of some old cathedral, and of Spanish manufacture were set upon either end of the great serving table. All these treasures, found in the ranch-house of a cowman of the Panhandle, astounded the youth from Amarillo. Nothing Mrs. Bill Edwards had said of Frances of the ranges and her father had prepared him for this display.
Here they were Cheseldine, Phil Knell, Blossom Kane, Panhandle Smith, Boldt how well Duane remembered the names! all here, the big men of Cheseldine's gang, except the biggest Poggin. Duane had holed them, and his sensations of the moment deadened sight and sound of what was before him.
"It was down in the Panhandle, 'way over in the west end of thet Comanche huntin'-ground, an' all the redskins an' outlaws in thet country were hidin' in the river-bottoms, an' chasin' some of the last buffalo herds thet hed wintered in there.
He himself had, in winter, followed a herd that drifted from Montana to Texas; and in summer he had twice ranged from Corpus Christi to Deadwood. Down in the Panhandle they were getting control of a ranch that would cover five thousand square miles. Some day they would have every one of its three million acres enclosed with a stout wire fence.
"Other end of town. Right down Main Street. You can't miss it." Pan hurried out, and through the door he heard Matthews' loud voice: "Carter's Wagon Shop! ... By thunder, I've got the hunch! That cowboy is Panhandle Smith!" Pan smiled grimly to himself, as he passed on out of hearing.
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