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It's taken me the whole session to get that measure through the legislature, and I'm not going to have it defeated now by any crack-brained moralist. He'll sign that bill or " Burr spoke at last. "Am I the governor of this State or are you?" he thundered. His face did not change, but his powerful voice rang to the full. Rann gave an ugly little sneer, his cheek purpling.
You've gone mad mad as a rock-rabbit, Quade! Do you mean to tell me you're on the square when you offer to turn over a half of your share in the gold if I help you to get this woman?" "I do," replied Quade thickly. "I mean just that! And we'll put it down in black an' white here, now. You fix the papers, same as any other deal, and I'll sign!" For a moment Culver Rann did not reply.
"I'm going in and clean up for to-night's fireworks." A question was in Aldous' mind, but he did not put it in words. He wanted to know about Quade and Culver Rann. "Blackton is such a ridiculously forgetful fellow at times that I don't want to rouse his alarm," he said to MacDonald as they were riding toward the corral a few minutes later.
Irwine's voice had ceased, and the group round the white thorn was dispersing itself towards the church. They all moved aside, and stood with their hats off, while Mr. Irwine passed. Adam and Seth were coming next, with their mother between them; for Joshua Rann officiated as head sexton as well as clerk, and was not yet ready to follow the rector into the vestry.
I can still hear that merry clatter of the hoofs along the moonlit lane; night and the coming of day are still related in my mind with the doings of John Rann or Jerry Abershaw; and the words 'post-chaise, the 'great north road, 'ostler, and 'nag' still sound in my ears like poetry.
He leaned toward Aldous, his eyes gleaming. "In the last six months there's been forty dead men dragged out of the Frazer between Tête Jaune an' Fort George. You know that. The papers have called 'em accidents the 'toll of railroad building. Mebby a part of it is. Mebby a half of them forty died by accident. The other half didn't. They were sent down by Culver Rann and Bill Quade.
In truth, there is one quality which has naught to do with artistic supremacy; and in this quality both Rann and Gilderoy were rich beyond their fellows. Had their deserts been even less than they were, they would still have been bravely notorious. It is a common superstition that the talent for advertisement has but a transitory effect, that time sets all men in their proper places.
If the outline had been less finely cut, his face might have been called jolly; but that was not the right word for its mixture of bonhomie and distinction. "Thank Your Reverence," answered Mr. Rann, endeavouring to look unconcerned about his legs, but shaking them alternately to keep off the puppies; "I'll stand, if you please, as more becoming. I hope I see you an' Mrs.
"In whose name, Brother?" Rann had never seen Mowgli before, though of course he had heard of him. "Mowgli, the Frog. Man-cub they call me! Mark my trail!"
"It was a wunerful, wunerful fight, Johnny!" said old Donald. "It was, Mac. And you came in fine on the home stretch!" "What d'ye mean home stretch?" queried Donald leaning over. "You saved me from Quade." Donald fairly groaned. "I didn't, Johnny I didn't! DeBar killed 'im. It was all over when I come. On'y Johnny I had a most cur'ous word with Culver Rann afore he died!"
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