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The latter's hard, close-coupled blue eyes narrowed at Racey's approach. Racey, as he draped himself against the bar, was careful to nudge Casey's foot with a surreptitious toe. "Jake," said Racey, "would I be interruptin' the proceedings too much if I made a motion for us to drink all round?" "Not a-tall," declared the sheriff, heartily. Racey turned to McFluke.
Racey's assurance that he would do the right thing if his suspicions proved unfounded did not appear to cheer Rack Slimson. "I lookit here," he began, desperately, "can't we fix this here up some way? I dunno as " "Shore we can fix it up," interposed Racey, heartily. "Go after yore gun any time you feel like it. I been letting you keep it on purpose." Rack Slimson did not accept the invitation.
You see, yore paw's got a mortgage coming due on the tenth, and the reason yore paw went to Marysville was so he could be there bright and early to-morrow morning at the bank to renew the mortgage. Ain't I right?" "You might be." Molly's face was now a mask of indifference, but there was no indifference in her heart. There was cold fear. Racey's expression was likewise indifferent.
That the old man had been a gambler and a drunkard, and the world was undoubtedly a better world for his leaving it, were facts of no moment in Racey's mind. He, Racey, was not one to condone either murder or injustice. And this murder and the injustice of it would cruelly hurt three women. He laughed again, without mirth.
"I'm goin' right away now and get me a hammer and some nails and fix that loose board." "You better not let Jack Harpe hear you say that," cautioned the other. "If you want something to do, suppose now you tell him," was Racey's instant suggestion. Racey's tone was light, but his stare was hard. The other man went away. "Fire!
She looked sensible, yet why was she so infernally polite to Luke Tweezy? She didn't have to smile at him when he spoke to her. It wasn't necessary. Racey's spirit groaned within him. Finally, the spectacle of the chattering group on the back porch of the Blue Pigeon proved more than Racey could stand. He retreated into a dark corner of the barn and lay down on the hay. But he did not go to sleep.
"You can," Luke Tweezy declared with evident relish. "That is, you can if Lanpher wants to make a complaint." "You hear, Lanpher?" asked Racey, still more nervously. "You wanna make a complaint, huh?" Lanpher had not failed to note the nervousness of Racey's tone. Now he licked his lips again. He felt quite cheerful of a sudden.
Once a rounded rock dislodged by the forefoot of Racey's horse bounded away down the long slope. The slither of a started rock behind him made him turn his head with a jerk. Molly's horse was down on its knees. "Easy, boy, easy," soothed Molly, coaxingly, keeping the bridle reins taut. The horse scrambled up and plunged forward, and almost overran Molly. She seized it short by the rein-chains.
You stand pat." "I don't want your five hundred dollars," said Mrs. Dale. "Seven-fifty," climbed up Tweezy. Mrs. Dale shook her head. "No." "One thousand," Tweezy raised his ante. "Lemme throw him out, Mis' Dale?" begged Racey Dawson. "Just lemme throw him out, and I'll guarantee he'll never bother you again." Again Mrs. Dale shook her head, and the pressure on Racey's wrist increased.
"They woke me up with their bellerin' and I had a job gettin' to sleep again. I guess Racey's right." "I guess he is," assented the Judge. "Now we know how they managed that part of it, where did they get the key to open the cuffs? Kansas says you ain't lost any keys, Jake." "We got 'em all, every one. I don't believe they used a key. Them handcuff locks was picked." "Picked?" "Picked.
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