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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Sliver Ronicky don't ask me how I know jest believe me when I say Dan Barry'll never die by the hand of any man. I tell you he can see in the dark!" A soft oath from Gus Reeve; a twitching of Ronicky's head told that this last had taken effect. Sliver Waldron suddenly altered his manner. "All right, Vic. Trot back into town, or come with us. We're going to move out."
In a moment that load was shifted to the shoulder of Ronicky Doone, and they went on down the street, laughing and talking together until the load was dropped on the floor of Harding's shop. "And how's the sick feller coming?" asked Harding. "Coming fine," answered Ronicky. "Couple of days and I'll have him out for a little exercise. Lucky thing it was a clean wound and didn't nick the bone.
And was there some relation between all of these and the man who sneered? At least Ronicky determined to learn all that could be read in the pockets of his victim. There was only one thing. That was a stub-nosed, heavy automatic. It was enough to make Ronicky Doone sigh with relief. At least he had not struck some peaceful, law-abiding fellow.
But you must promise me first that you'll never cross the man with the sneer, as you call him." "There's a sort of a fate in it," said Ronicky slowly. "I don't think I could promise. There's a chill in my bones that tells me I'm going to meet up with him one of these days."
"I don't understand," murmured the girl faintly. But Ronicky diplomatically raised his voice and went on, as if he had not heard her. "You know what he's done with that picture of yours?" "No," she said faintly. "He got the biggest nugget that he's ever taken out of the dirt.
"I'm going down to see the man with the smile, and I'm going to tell him that Harry Morgan is not in his room, that he didn't answer my knock, and then that I looked around through the house and didn't find him. After that I'm coming back here, Ronicky Doone, and I'm going to try to get an opportunity for you to talk to Caroline Smith." "I knew you'd change your mind," said Ronicky Doone.
"I'm only crying," she said, "because it's so delightfully and beautifully and terribly like Ronicky to write such a letter and tell of such plans. He's given away a lot of money to help some spendthrift, and now he's gone to get more money by finding a lost mine! But do you see what it means, Caroline? It means that he doesn't love me really!" "Don't love you?" asked Bill Gregg.
"Not as I'm going to Bill Gregg, with my heart in my hands, but to ask Ronicky Doone bless him! to take you away somewhere, so that you can begin a new life. Isn't that simple?" "Ask charity of a stranger?" "You know he isn't a stranger, and you know it isn't charity. He'll be happy. He's the kind that's happy when he's being of use to others?" "Yes," answered Ruth Tolliver, "of course he is."
"Dear old Ronicky, but such a wild man!" She continued in the reading: "But I've got a scheme on now by which I'll sure get a stake and come back, and then you and me can get married, as soon as you feel like saying the word. The scheme is to find a lost mine " "A lost mine!" shouted Bill Gregg, his practical miner's mind revolting at this idea. "My guns, is Ronicky plumb nutty?
But the silence deepened above him, and voices were faintly audible toward the front of the house. That decided Ronicky. He opened the door, blessing the well-oiled hinges which kept it from making any noise, and let a shaft from his pocket lantern flicker across the kitchen floor.
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