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The border ranches and settlements feared he would come again to ride and ravage the mesquite flats. He never will. It is to disclose the fate of Black Eagle that this narrative is written. The initial movement of the story is furnished by the foot of a bartender in St. Louis. His discerning eye fell upon the form of Chicken Ruggles as he pecked with avidity at the free lunch.
A secondary heading ran, "Famous British Sportsman and Bon Vivant Advances Novel Theory." Accompanying this was a print of the photograph entitled, "Colonel Marmaduke Ruggles with His Favourite Hunter, at His English Country Seat."
How it had all come about, and why I should be addressed as "Colonel Ruggles" and treated as a person of some importance in the community, I dare say he has never comprehended to this day.
The suit for the reward proceeded no further. David Ruggles had been early discharged, and the whole case had been completely before the public in pamphlet form; therefore the principal objects for urging it no longer existed.
"That hymn about 'Hand Around the Wash-rag. I've heard you a-singin' it." "Hand around the wash-rag! Why Billy Ruggles, what can you mean?" "Yes," insisted Billy, who had a good ear for music in his poor, cracked head. "You was singin' it las' night." "I can't imagine what you mean, Billy. When we were on the piazza, do you mean? We didn't sing anything about wash-rags, I'm sure.
Jedgin' from the evidence that showed itself, I must have awoke the little gal from peaceful slumber, by them awful words of mine." He paused and looked inquiringly at the chairman, who calmly returned his gaze, without speaking. It was Parson Brush who interposed: "I should like to ask, Mr. Dawson, whether the supposition of Mr. Ruggles has any foundation in fact."
"Let's see," growled Wade Ruggles, "Constantinople is in Ireland isn't it?" "Where's your eddycation?" sneered Ike Vose; "it's the oldest town in Wales." Landlord Ortigies raised his head and filled the room with his genial laughter. "If there was anything I was strong on when I led my class at the Squankum High School it was astronermy; I was never catched in locating places."
By now, the angry argument between the Governor and Ruggles had become more heated than ever. Their voices were raised; now and then they made furious gestures. "They ought to come back," cried Osterman. "We couldn't shoot now if anything should happen, for fear of hitting them." "Well, it sounds as though something were going to happen pretty soon."
"I want to know when I can buy. I'm sick of fooling along like this." "Well, Mr. Annixter," observed Ruggles, writing a great L before the ANN, and finishing it off with a flourishing D. "The lands" he crossed out one of the N's and noted the effect with a hasty glance "the lands are practically yours. You have an option on them indefinitely, and, as it is, you don't have to pay the taxes."
William Ruggles; and John, seeing that he had been recognized, at once crossed over to the carriage; and presently, having accepted an invitation to breakfast, found himself sitting opposite them on his way to the Villa Violante. The conversation during the drive up to the Vomero need not be detailed. Mrs. Hartleigh arrived at the opinion that our friend was rather a dull person. Mrs.
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