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But those six sticks of dynamite would simplify the complex situation without difficulty. He did not hurry the horse. He merely walked in front holding the bridle slackly. The horse followed him as good as gold and picked up his feet at nearly every spike. Once or twice a hind hoof grazed a spike-head with a rasping sound that sent Racey's heart bouncing up into his throat.
Tone and business could not have been excelled by Peg Woffington herself. Racey went. "What's the matter?" queried a sleepy voice from the doorway giving into an inner room, as Racey's spurred heels jingled past the washbench. "What's goin' on? Who was here? What you yelling about, anyway?" "Racey was here, Ma," said Molly.
It's all ready see this is one of my shillings, and a sixpence and three pennies of Tom's, and Racey's fourpenny and two of his halfpennies. The way we planned it was a shilling for the sponge cakes and buns, and a shilling for biscuits, and two pennies for two muffins. It makes two shillings and two pennies just doesn't it?
Racey's eyes brightened at the sight. "Y' oughta known better than to sit down in all that glass. I could 'a' told you you'd get prickles in you. Why don't you stand still and let yore barkeep pick 'em out for you? You can get at most of the big pieces with yore fingers," he added to the bartender, who was gingerly emerging on all fours round the end of the bar.
The light in the tin can illumined his countenance dimly. But Racey's eyes were becoming accustomed to the half darkness. He was able to recognize Jacob Pooley Fat Jakey Pooley, the register of the district, whose home was in Piegan City. "You ain't as fast as you used to be," observed Fat Jakey in a soft whisper.
She daintily and unhurriedly hung her waist over the back of a chair. Then she turned up the lamp, removed the pins from her abundant hair, shook it down, and began to brush it calmly and carefully. " you!" snarled Bull, advancing to the table where he was within range of Racey's eyesight. "I spoke to you! What didja do it for?" She raised her head and looked at him, the brush poised in one hand.
"Looks like a good chance to lose twenty-four hundred dollars," exclaimed Tom Loudon, wrathfully. "My Gawd, Tom," said Mr. Saltoun, cocking a grizzled eyebrow, "you don't mean to tell me you think they's any chance a-tall of Racey's winning this bet, do you?" "They's just about ten times more chance for him to win than to lose."
Any gent who gets so full he can't pick out his own hoss, and goes weaving off on somebody else's is liable to make mistakes other ways. You gotta admit it's possible." The slight tinge of red underlying Racey's heavy coat of tan acknowledged the corn. "It's possible," he admitted. Mr. Saltoun saw his advantage and seized it. "S'pose now this is another mistake?"
Swing doubled a leg, flattened one bare foot against Racey's chest, straightened the leg, and deposited Racey upon his own proper cot with force and precision. "Don't you come honey-fuglin' round me," warned Swing. "And I didn't say anything about sticking by you, neither. And when it comes to the right thing you and me don't think alike a-tall.
Rack's expression was dolefully sullen. Racey's was hard and uncompromising. "Who was it put you up to this?" asked Racey. "What?" "Coming out here after me." "I didn't come out after you, I tell you!" "Shore, shore," soothed Racey, "I know all about that. Who put you up to it?" "I dunno what yo're talkin' about."
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