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"Were you?" said Racey, greatly impressed. "Was Tom?" "No, not Tom only me. When we're dressed, Racey, I'd like to look out of the window at the air garden." "Come now," said Racey. But I firmly refused to get out of bed till Pierson came, as it was one of the things mother had particularly told me not to do we had so often caught cold with running about like that.
Racey had no illusions as to Thompson, but he obviously could not shoot him in the back. He let him go. Watching from a window he saw Thompson go to the hitching-rail in front of the saloon, untie his horse, mount, and ride away northward. And the blacksmith shop in front of which Peaches Austin was supposed to be on guard lay at the south end of the street. Where, then, was Thompson going?
I am ashamed to say that I was beginning to take quite a dislike to Uncle Geoff. "He's just as horrid as Mrs. Partridge," I said to myself. "I'm sure mother wouldn't have left us here if she had known how they were going to go on." But aloud I said nothing. Uncle Geoff himself sat down on the big arm-chair, and took Racey on his knee.
Beyond Lanpher and Tweezy are their heirs and assigns, whoever they may be. You can't go down the line and abolish 'em all." "I s'pose not," grumbled Racey. "Of course not. It ain't reasonable. You don't wanna bull along regardless like a bufflehead in this, Racey. You wanna use yore brains a few. They'll always go farther than main strength.
"I ain't lost any Luke Tweezys," observed Racey, looking up at the ceiling. "I wonder how long Luke is figuring on staying in town," went on Judge Dolan, sticking like a stamp to his original subject. "Nothing to me." "It might be. It might be. You never can tell about them things, Racey." Racey Dawson's eyes came down from the ceiling. He studied the Judge's face attentively.
Wouldn't she be surprised?" she said; and Tom was so pleased at the thought that he set to work very hard and tried so much that he soon learnt to do cross-stitch quite well. Racey did a little of his too, but after a while he got tired of it and went back to his horses, and we heard him "gee-up"-ing, and "gee-woh"-ing, and "stand there, will you"-ing in his corner just as usual.
"I heard you say you were looking for a job in the morning," the stranger said suddenly to Racey. "You heard right," nodded Racey. "Are you dead set on working for the Bar S or the Cross-in-a-box?" "I ain't dead set on working for anybody.
He had not had the slightest warning of Racey Dawson's approach. "Didn't hear me, did you?" Racey continued, conversationally. "I didn't want you to. That's why I kept my spurs off and sifted round from the back of the blacksmith shop. And you were expecting me to come scampering down the trail over Injun Ridge, weren't you? Joke's on you, Peaches, sort of." Still Peaches said nothing.
"You're a parrot, Racey. I don't believe you've been listening." "I has," said Racey, indignantly. "Well, she ran and ran, till she got quite out of the fair, and in among a lot of streets, where she didn't know her way a bit.
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.
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