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"He liked the girl, Lee?" "Any one could see that." "Then while she's with us he'll go pretty slow. Lee, that's another reason why she's got to stay with us. My frien', it's time we was moving out from the willows. The next time he comes up with us he won't be numb in the head. He'll be thinkin' fast an' he'll be shootin' a damn sight faster.
Maybe that's why I like Joe sometimes, he's never afraid. "Still, I don't like him half as much as I used to," she sighed. "But I didn't mean fighting when I talked of him being big and strong. Joe's got influence, Joe's got money, he's got tugs and he's superintendent of the Camps. He says he's boss of the whole shootin' match, and you'll find it out soon."
"She's still in her corner back of the stove with the shack door in front of her. They won't hurt her, Jabez no matter what happens, an' the' 's a good fight in us yet. Ol' Monody here don't begin to fight till the ammunition has give out; so keep your mind easy for the next rush," sez I. Next moment they surged down on us, shootin' as fast as they could fan.
That is, you didn't shoot him while he was looking at you when there was a chance that he might have given you as good as you sent. No, you didn't shoot him then you waited until his back was turned. You you coward!" Ferguson's lips whitened. "You're talkin' extravagant, ma'am," he said coldly. "Somethin' is all mixed up. Has someone been shootin' Ben?"
"Joe Newbolt," said he, "I put you under arrest on the suspiciont of shootin' and murderin' Isom Chase in cold blood." It was a formula contrived between the constable and Sol. Sol had insisted on the "cold blood." That was important and necessary, he declared. Omit that in making the arrest, and you had no case. It would fall through.
"Well what?" McHale demanded. "Just as well you don't go into the bar right now," Shiller explained. "You had a sort of a run-in with a feller named Cross, hadn't you you or Casey? He's in there with a couple of his friends hard-lookin' nuts. He's some tanked, and shootin' off his mouth. We'll have Billy bring us what we want where it's cooler." McHale kicked a post meditatively three times.
"Jest as I thought," said Reed, as he took a long look. "He's done gone plum' mad with the wish to kill. It strikes them evil-minded critters that way sometimes, an' he's had so much luck shootin' down at us, an' keepin' a whole little army besieged that it's mounted to his head. Ef he had his way he'd jest wipe us all out." "A sanguinary and savage mind," said Warner.
And then came Ferguson's voice again, quiet, cold, incisive. "If there's goin' to be any shootin', Ben, there'll be two of us doin' it. Don't be afraid that you'll beat me to it." And he stared grimly over the short space that separated them. For a full minute neither man moved a muscle.
I murmured a protest, but he assured me: "They're all behind us. We can make quicker time in the trace. They'll hop on to your trail sure's shootin'. Speed is what we hanker for." His woodcraft was remarkable. He seemed to possess the gift of seeing that which was concealed.
Gibney was interrupted by Captain Scraggs pulling at his sleeve. "You was a gunner once, wasn't you, Gib?" said Captain Scraggs in a trembling voice. "You bet I was," replied Mr. Gibney. "My shootin' won the trophy three times in succession when I was on the old Kearsarge. If I had one good gun and a half-decent crew, I'd knock that gunboat silly before she knew what had hit her."
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