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Curly gulped it down; and into his eyes came a brief, grateful glow as human as the expression in the eye of a faithful setter dog. "Thanky, boss," he said, quietly. "You're thirty miles from a railroad, and forty miles from a saloon," said Ranse. Curly fell back weakly against the steps. "Since you are here," continued the ranchman, "come along with me. We can't turn you out on the prairie.
I can let him in on that California deal, when the titles are straightened out." Orde did not return to the office; he felt unwilling to face Newmark until he had a little more thoroughly digested the situation. He spent the rest of the afternoon about the place, picking up the tool house, playing with Bobby, training Duke, the black and white setter dog.
FIESCO. Thou art an hardened villain such a tool I want. Give me thy hand thou shalt serve me. MOOR. Jest or earnest? FIESCO. In full earnest and I'll pay thee yearly a 'thousand sequins. MOOR. Done, Lavagna! I am yours. Away with common business employ me in whate'er you will. I'll be your setter or your bloodhound your fox, your viper your pimp, or executioner.
Then the black and white mongrel sprang in; and the big setter, realizing that these were no such antagonists as their parents had been, followed, and was astonished to learn that he could stand a bite from those sharp teeth and resist the impulse to howl and run away.
We will enter very softly and stand still in the open doorway, without awaking the glossy-brown setter who is stretched across the hearth, with her two puppies beside her; or the pug, who is dozing, with his black muzzle aloft, like a sleepy president.
Her feelings thus a little relieved, she examined Red Top-knot's leg with care. It was hopelessly shattered and mangled. "Ye cain't never scratch with that ag'in, ye cain't!" muttered Mrs. Gammit, compassionately. "Poor dear, ther ain't nawthin' fer it but to make vittles of ye now! Too bad! Too bad! Ye was always sech a fine layer an' a right smart setter!"
A mile up the road he called the old setter to him. Prince came in with drooped ears and upraised, bewildered eyes. That was what hurt. That was what was going to hurt more and more that Prince would never understand. They turned in between the stone gate posts of the club and up the walk toward the white columns of the portico.
The mountain-pines of Switzerland may be tall, and the skies of Italy blue, but there are taller pines and bluer skies Somewhere Else. The bay of San Francisco may be beautiful, and the landscapes of Provence lovely, and the crags of Norway sublime, but Somewhere Else there are fairer visions and scenes more majestical An ampler setter, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.
He turned to see what his companions had done, with their brisk fusillade. But he could not make out. They were still watching the setter, that was again being encouraged to go on, lest a stray bird or two might still be in hiding. However, the quest was fruitless. The whole of the small covey had risen simultaneously.
Cy, gotten up in great style, followed, while the rear was brought up by a motley procession, all eager for the honor of carrying some of the belongings. The Squire, with Don the old Irish setter, stood in the doorway until Billy passed out of sight; then the two together, the old man and the old dog, went back into the silent house.
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