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Well, here comes my pardner an' I reckons I'll amble right along. If yu needs any referee or a side pardner in any ruction yu has only got to warble up my way. So long." The next ten days passed quietly, and on the afternoon of the eleventh Hopalong's miner friend paid him a visit. "Jake recommends yore peaches," he laughed as he shook Hopalong's hand. "He says yu boosted another of that crowd.
But I frowned on the idee, and I hurried him off by the model of the Eiffel Tower into Persia. There it wuz agin, my pardner and I a-travellin' in Persia the very same Persia that our old Olney's gography had told us about years and years ago a-visitin' it our own selves.
Slim and tall and trim, with his well-cut head and figure, with his long neck and refined quiet face, he was a type common enough in Bond Street, London, or on Broadway, New York, but not so common in the Klondike. "Well, if that's so, pardner," slowly observed a thick-set, crop-haired man, edging close up to him, "you won't mind standing a drink for us?"
I want him to see how well we're caring for his horse." As a diversion, Teddy served very well. Horse and owner were both mightily pleased to see each other. While the animal rubbed its nose against his coat, the ranger teased and petted it. "Hello, you old Teddy hawss. How air things a-comin', pardner?" he drawled, with a reversion to his Texas speech.
"Your remarks are truly eloquent, and I believe every word on 'em; but," sez he, "I have an engagement of nearly life and death; I must leave you," and he sot off nearly on a run. And I spread my umbrell and walked off with composure and dignity to tackle the next buildin', which wuz Oregon. But my pardner jined me at that minit with his handkerchief held triumphantly in his hand.
He laid an arm about Wallie's shoulder and there was a sympathy in his voice few had heard there: "You've put up a good fight, old pardner, and even if you are counted out, it's no shame to you. You've done good fer a Scissor-bill, Gentle Annie."
And not one word from my pardner, though his excitement wuz so extreme that that night, jest about dusk, he rushed out thinkin' that he had got the murderer, and throwed the rope round Deacon Sypher, who had come over to borrow an auger. And once in a similer way he ketched Old Bobbet, his excitement and zeal wuz so rampant and intense.
Then he wiped his face frankly and thoroughly with his handkerchief, caught Mary Hope's hand in his, lifted his voice again in his contagious sing-song: "Cir-cle eight, till you get straight! Swing them ladies, like swingin' on a gate! Left foot up, and-a-right foot down Make that big foot jar the ground! Prom-e-nade! Swing yore corner, if you ain't too slow! Now yore pardner, and around you go!
Pete considered young Stan through half-closed lids a tanned, smooth-faced, laughing, curly-headed, broad-shouldered young giant. "You got any enemies, pardner?" "Not one in the world that I know of," declared Stan cheerfully. "Back in New York, maybe?" "Not a one. No reason to have one." Pete shook his head reflectively. "You're dreadful dumb, you know. Think again. Think hard.
She turned round, and see that Deacon Sypher had stopped some distance away to speak to my pardner and to look at sunthin' or ruther, and she told me all about it. She said that the Deacon had thought that it would be cheaper to live in a tent, and cook over a alcohol lamp; so they had hired a cheap tent, and went to livin' in it.
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