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They were obviously over-anxious to play safe to the last. "Then go!" called Jack. Pete and Ropey slouched away, leaving behind Ropey's gun, which was unimportant as it had only one notch, and Pete's precious companion of many campaigns with its six notches, lying on the sand. "And, gentlemen," Jack called to the spectators, "our little entertainment is over now.
Desire had scarcely gone when the door opened and Hubbard and Abner came in. Perez was sitting staring at the wall in a daze. "Little Pete's come, and the people want to know when the whipping's going to begin. Shall I bring em out?" said Hubbard. "I've made up my mind that it will be better to have no whipping," replied Perez, quietly. "The devil, you have!" exclaimed Hubbard, in high dudgeon.
Then he went to Tanbark Pete's and got a ten-spot. After that, he divided his time between two saloons, where he played dominoes and pinochle, and his own house. I've got to report to H. B. when I'm sure the subject is safe for the night. Have you found anything yet?" "Only that I've got him on the run. If he knows where our man is, Suraci, he'll go after him in a day or two.
The irregular lines in his face showed the disordered state of his soul, but she walked by his side without the quiver of an eyelid, or a tinge of colour more than usual. Had she understood? "Look!" he said, and he drew Pete's telegram from his pocket and gave it to her.
Such were the doings in the big house down in the valley, while up in the thatched cottage behind the water-trough, on potatoes and herrings and barley bonnag, lived Bridget and her little Pete. Pete's earliest recollections were of a boy who lived at the beautiful white house with the big fuchsia, by the turn of the road over the bridge that crossed the glen.
Then the old simple love, the pure passion, came hack upon her at the sight of his face, at the touch of his hand, at the sound of his voice? Oh, for what might have been what might have been! Pete's Nickey came into harbour with the morning tide, and the three breakfasted together. As Kate moved heavily in front of the fire, Pete crowed, cooed, and scattered wise winks round the table.
Damn no-good squaw man get all Injins drunk on whiskey; then play poker with four aces. 'What you got? No good four aces hard luck deal 'em up!" Pete's flexible wrists here flashed in pantomime.
He was very quiet, but the heart has ears, and Kate heard him. Pete's letter had reached him, and she could see his white face. After a few words of commonplace conversation, he drew Pete out of the house. What had he got to say? Was he thinking that Pete must be stopped at all hazards? Was he about to make a clean breast of it? Was he going to tell all? Impossible!
"Then I reckon you and me is pardners in this deal," and Pete, boyishly proffered his hand. Big Ed Brevoort grasped Pete's hand, and held it till the horses shied apart. "To the finish," he said. "To the finish," echoed Pete, and with one accord they slackened rein.
That was to say to a friend of his in the cage: "When you go out, cast your eye over Pete's girl. Somewhat of a peacherino." In the meantime Wayne went into Benson's office. There wasn't a flicker of alarm on the senior partner's face on seeing him. "Hullo, Pete!" he said, "I thought you'd be packing your bags." "I'm not packing anything," said Wayne.
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