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Updated: May 21, 2025
"While we're stretching our legs, after being cooped up in that cramped cabin for some hours," suggested Jack, whose curiosity had naturally been aroused by the multitude of signs all around indicative of a warm session, "suppose you sketch your little adventure for us, Perk.
"Suits me okay old hoss," agreed Perk, nodding his head confidently as though he had known all along that such a clever partner as Jack would have a spare card up his sleeve to play when things began to look unusually gloomy.
"I'll need it in the spring, if not this winter. Soon as that's done we'll hit the high spots. We'll take three or four thousand dollars, and while it lasts we'll be a couple of of high-class tramps. Huh? Does it sound good?" She nodded vigorously. "High-class tramps," she repeated musingly. "That sounds fine." "Perk up, then," he wheedled.
Are you really the man who ran away from the street car?" she asked doubtfully. "I really am." "Then I'm most surely sure that you had good reason." She began to laugh softly. "As for the stories about you, I'd believe them less than ever, now." "Are there stories about me?" "Gossip of the club. They call you 'The Unspeakable Perk'!" "Not a bad nickname," he admitted.
"Whew!" hissed Perk, after he had safely negotiated the peril that lay in the road, "I'm a'thinkin' what risks we got to run tonight when we come a'snoopin' 'long this way. Nigh makes my hair curl to figure on that baby comin' slap up against my leg. Wish now I had my old leather huntin' leggings with me to ward off them terrible fangs, each one an inch long, seemed like to me."
Managing to pull out the handcuffs, Perk first tested them for size, and finding he could snap them shut after circling the ankles of his prisoner he did so with a vim. This would effectually prevent the man from getting any distance away, since he could move his feet only a few inches at a time at the best. Perk struggled to his feet, feeling more or less dizzy.
A few more steps and he would have reached the well then what must take place? Perk was asking himself as he crouched there, his muscles set and his breath coming in little noiseless gasps he resembled nothing so much as a cat ready poised to make a deadly leap upon a fat robin struggling with a worm that it had pulled halfway out of its hole.
Perk could hear splash after splash, as though the frenzied sufferers in their agony had been seized with the possibility of cooling water being a sovereign remedy for the ills that had so suddenly gripped their aching eyeballs.
"I won't listen to such talk, daddy; for it sounds as if you were out of your head again, as when we were alone that night. You'll perk up after we're at Antelope Spring, an' show the people there what you can do." "I shall be obliged to work very hard in order to make a good showing by the side of you."
Perk took it with a little break, as though the information fairly staggered him, but he was quickly back again at his fly-casting seeking information at the fount in which he had so much faith. "You sent me into a reg'lar tail spin that time, Jack, but after tellin' me so much, it'd be right cruel to keep me a'guessin' any longer."
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