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But this Bucky is a skunk and a scoundrel and mebbe if I take you I can help you later on. They'll be here in a few minutes." He spoke quickly, his voice quivering with the emotion that inspired his words, and not for an instant did Scottie Deane allow his eyes to shift from Billy's face.
"I want to think." His stupid, animal eyes went laboriously around the room. "I wish Allister was here," he said. "He always knew." "For my part," said Scottie, "I can't be bought. Not me!" He suddenly leaned to the big man, and, before Andrew could speak, he had said: "Jeff, you know why I want to get Dozier. Because he ran down my brother. And are you going to let him go clear, Jeff?
The new leader saw a flash of glances toward Scottie, but the latter continued to eye the captain with a steady and innocent look. "Scottie," decided Andrew instantly, "is my chief enemy." If he could detach one man to his side all would be well. Two against three would be a simple thing, as long as he was one of the two. But four against one and such a four as these was hopeless odds.
When you're writing to the Big Mogul himself something gets on your nerves. And it has been a bad year with us, Pelly. We fell down on Scottie, and let the raiders from that whaler get away from us. And By Jo, I forgot to mention the wolves!" "Put in a P. S.," suggested Pelliter. "A P. S. to his Royal Nibs!" cried MacVeigh, staring incredulously at his mate.
"If you don't mind, you can take her over to one of the fires for a little while," said Billy. "Scottie is dead. Try and make the chief understand," He did not wait for Pelliter to question him, but closed the door quietly and went back to Deane. He drew off the blanket and gazed for a moment into the still, bearded face.
"Do what he says," said Scottie calmly. "Throw the dirty stuff away, Jeff. Do what your daddy tells you. You ain't old enough to know your own mind, are you?" Big Jeff flushed, cast a glance of defiance that included both Andrew and Scottie, and tossed off the whisky. It was a blow over the heart for Andrew; he had to finish his talking now, before Jeff Rankin was turned mad by the whisky.
Why, man, if we've been beyond the law up to this time, we can laugh at the law now. Sit down. Hey, Scottie, shake up the fire and put on some coffee, will you? We'll take an hour off." Larry la Roche was observed to make a dour face. "Who'll tell me it's lucky," he said, "to have a gent that starts out by makin' us all stop on the trail? Is that a good sign?"
"I've got you, Scottie," he said, "and so help me heaven, you're the first man that I've wanted to kill." It would have taken a man of supernerve to outface that situation. And the nerve of Scottie cracked. He began to whisper with a horrible break and sob in his breath: "Andy Andy, gimme a chance. I'm not fit to go this way. Andy, remember " "I'm going to give you a chance.
Runs him down, and then Lanning turns in the saddle and drills Bill through the head at five hundred yards." Henry came to life. "How far?" he said. "That's what they got over the telephone," said Scottie apologetically. "Then the news got to Hal Dozier from Merchant's house.
He pointed to the bakneesh wreath that still hung to the front of his tent. "`In honor of the living, " he read, aloud, "Just a sort of reminder, you know, that he might have hit me on the head with a club if he'd wanted to." He came nearer to Bucky, and said, good-naturedly: "I guess you've got me beat this time, Bucky. Scottie Deane is pretty safe from me, wherever he is.
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