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Here everything was prospering but the one thing above all others upon which he had set his heart. He felt as though he must "butt in" and put matters right himself. How, he did not attempt to suggest. But he felt that if he did not do so, or something or other did not occur to precipitate matters, the "whole durned shootin' match was li'ble to peter." This was how he saw things.
Andy's wonderful spry thinkin' things out, and he's mostly always right, too!" "And Indian Jake never stole un! He never stole un!" Jamie burst out joyfully. "I were knowin' all the time he wouldn't steal un! Indian Jake wouldn't go shootin' folk and stealin' from un!" "It may be," said Doctor Joe.
"Then where?" asks Aunty. "Cooperstown," says he, reachin' for a paper bag and shootin' the tea in skillful. "Anything more, Madam?" "Cooperstown!" echoes Aunty. "Why, I haven't been there since I was a girl." "Yes, I know," says he. "You didn't even finish at high school. Cut sugar, did you say, Madam?" "A box," says Aunty, starin' puzzled. "Perhaps you attended the same school?" He nods.
"I see, Tam," he said; "so you were just hanging around to discourage him?" "A' thocht it oot," said Tam. "A' pictured ma young friend William von Archie shootin' and shootin', surroonded by technical expairts with long whiskers and spectacles.
"Well, by hokey, mister," said the farmer, as he looked with admiration over the recently-plowed furrows, "ef I'd a had any idea that I was votin' fer a waste of sich good farmin' material I'd voted fer the other candidate as shore as shootin'." She was in her room when some people came to call.
"I was ridin' along the edge of the plateau an' I saw a man down there shoot another. I got down as soon as I could an' found Rope. There wasn't nothin' I could do. So I planted him where I found him an' brought his horse back. There was two rustlers there. But only one done the shootin'. I got the name of one." Stafford cursed. "I'm wantin' to know who it was!" he demanded.
There was a grim quality in his voice now. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes cold and alert. The shooter sneered experimentally. Again the audience smiled. But the tall man now stepped forward. "You've made your play, stranger," he said quietly. "I reckon it's up to you to make good." "Correct," agreed the stranger. "I'm goin' to show you some real shootin'. You got another can?"
"Seems to me, suh," Anse cut in now, "that three more guns is gonna be healthy for you to have ’round here, does th’ fight work out th’ way it can. Me, I don’t make no big brag on my shootin’—but I never did wear no six-gun, nor tote no carbine, jus’ for show." "Of course, if you think we’re Kitchell’s plants," Drew added, "then keep us under guard. Only we’re not and never were."
And you can tell de Spider," went on Bat with growing ferocity, "dat next time he gits fresh and starts in to shootin' up my dance-joint, I'll bite de head off'n him. See? Dat goes.
"Well," said Billy, as the others drew around him for consultation, "they'd be goin' to the hills there. They was Pimans Esteban's tribe. They got her up there in the hills somewheres. Let's split up an' search the hills for her. Whoever comes on 'em first'll have to do some shootin' and the rest of us can close in an' help.