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"Quién sabe?" Kid Wolf shrugged and started to pass on. He did not care to make a public exhibition of his shooting, especially when he had graver matters on his mind. But the jeers and taunts that broke loose from the half-drunken assembly were more than any man could endure, especially a Texan with fiery Southern blood in his veins. He turned, smiling. His eyes, however, were as cold as ice.
"Quien sabe who knows!" she replied with exasperating coolness. "I know I know all; and it is enough for a lifetime," he challenged. "What do you know what is the 'all'?" Her voice had lost timbre. It was suddenly weak, but from suspense and excitement rather than from fear. "I saw you last night with him, by the river. I saw what you did.
"All the sabe," said the Prince, "id is a splid idfididive." Clarence pointed silently to the door. "And you doe id is," persisted the Prince. "And id's spoiled your big sbeech. Id " "Come on, can't you," interrupted Scout-Master Wagstaff. "I ab cubbing, aren't I? I was odly saying " "I'll give you such a whack over the shin with this hockey-stick in a minute!" said the Scout-Master warningly.
"Tea, shug," replied the boy, with an expectant grin. "Yes, tea, sugar, and a lot of other things if you'll show us the way to Nain. You understand?" "Tea, shug," repeated the young Indian, again grinning. "We wantee git topside Nain. You sabe, Nain?" asked Cabot, pointing to his companion and himself, and then waving his hand comprehensively at the inland landscape.
Me hear talk. Stoppum no can see me hear much bad talk. All time me hear, heap likum for steal dis ranch. Me no sabe" his tone was doubtful for a space "all same, me hear stealum this ranch. Man, you callum " "Baumberger?" suggested Grant. "Him. All same Baumberga, him talk Man-that-coughs. All time say stealum ranch. Makum much bad talk, them mans.
He run off with white squaw. We want squaw, we no hurt him. Squaw sick, no good for Injun. You tell, have money." Billy displayed a silver dollar. The Indian brightened. "Long time 'go, some Injun say he sabe Kut-le. Some Injun say he all same white man. Some Injun say he heap smart." He looked at Billy inquiringly, and Billy nodded approval. DeWitt swallowed nervously.
The signs of the times have been unmistakable since the last return of the foreigners. Will he live to see the day? "Quien sabe?" Maxime sees a stern man of fifty seated in his official presence room. Commandante Miguel Peralta is clad in his undress cavalry uniform. The sergeant captor is in attendance, while at the door an armed sentinel hovers. This is the wolf's den.
The Home ranch of the Quien Sabe was in the little triangle bounded on the south by the railroad, on the northwest by Broderson Creek, and on the east by the hop fields and the Mission lands.
Suppose it was not with her a question of his property, after all; it was a poor time to think of marrying him for his property when all Quien Sabe hung in the issue of the next few months. Suppose she had been sincere. But he caught himself up. Was he to be fooled by a feemale girl at this late date? He, Buck Annixter, crafty, hard-headed, a man of affairs? Not much.
But a mile or so beyond the Long Trestle he was surprised to see Magnus Derrick's protege, the one-time shepherd, Vanamee, coming across Quien Sabe, by a trail from one of Annixter's division houses. Without knowing exactly why, Dyke received the impression that the young man had not been in bed all of that night. As the two approached each other, Dyke eyed the young fellow.
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