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If they did not take to horses, he'd make them sick of their bargains before they had gone many miles! Vaguely Hiram Hooker sensed a diabolical plot as he pounded on through the rain, tireless, determined, remorseless, on the trail of the abductors of Jerkline Jo. The doping of his four fellow skinners at Ragtown had a part in the plan.
You've got something big to work for, and you try to spoil it by rolling a stiff for a few dollars." Drummond grunted, slipped a wad of bills into his trousers pocket, and replaced the poke in the desert rat's shirt. "All right, Stool," he said to the other man. "You take his head; I'll take his feet." A little later a train of pack burros moved away from Ragtown into the desert night.
"I usually wear it in braids, you know, but to-day I thought I'd be smart and perk up a bit. Now I'll have to 'go to the cleaners, as Heine says." Huber laughed. "Say, Jo," he said, "that reminds me. There's a girl here that'll give you a shampoo. She runs a shooting gallery, and has a little beauty parlor on the side. Oh, we're getting quite urban at Ragtown. We'll have Turkish baths next.
In fact, she seldom carried the weapon, but always kept it hanging close to her hand in the wagon. Now and then she strapped it on when in Ragtown, for of late an element had been sifting in with which she was not familiar.
Heine scratched his head and muttered: "Lord, be merciful unto me, a skinner! Now what'll I say to that? Guess I'll stretch this trip out to twelve days we c'n have a breakdown or somethin'." It was indeed twelve days before the outfit was again seen in Ragtown; and then Mr.
They're big land owners land poor. I drank that all down, and she listened good to me. For the rest, I banked on the accurate judgment of a party known as Jerkline Jo. I says to myself: 'Jo's been on the grade all her life and savvies conditions. If she says Ragtown is goin' to be located at the buttes, that part o' the country's the part to get toehold on.
The lake was a large one, and by driving at close to sixty miles an hour and skirting its edge, he reached the road again a mile ahead of Hiram, and sped on toward home to break the news of defeat to Lucy Dalles. At ten o'clock he reached Ragtown, having driven recklessly. "Somebody's spilled the beans!" was his stormy beginning. "We're gypped. Got any jackass? Gi'me the bottle. I'm a wreck!"
"The Palace, of course, then. Why Lucy she " "Is a friend of Al Drummond," Jo helped him out, her red lips set. "Did you find out whether or not Drummond was in Ragtown at the time?" "I looked into all that I dared, but it was nine days before I got back. Oh, I had an awful time, with nobody to help me but a few green men I'd picked up at Julia finding the horses and all.
Soon they heard the merry jingling of hundreds of bells, and next the big horses were planting their heavy fetlocked feet in the street, their glossy necks arched proudly as Ragtown turned out to greet them. Lucy stood on tiptoe and craned her neck along the line of heavily loaded wagons. "Don't see Jo's whites at the tail end," she remarked.
I could mobilize an army of two hundred stiffs in an hour's time, and if I asked it they'd lay every dump in Ragtown flat. You bet these parasites know better than to trifle with Jerkline Jo." Her dark eyes flashed angrily in the light of a store window. "Well, let's not stand here bewailing our fate like children lost in the woods. We've simply got to get out to-morrow. Mr.
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