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Updated: May 15, 2025
He saw their eyes waver for an instant from his and they looked toward the stairs in the rear the stairs that Ruth Hamlin had seen when for an instant after throwing the door of the room open she had glanced down to see the room full of men, all looking at her. The concentrated gazing of the men at the stairs told Shorty what he wanted to know.
Then it occurred to me that if my head was knocked off I couldn't hear nor see." "Nor think, even," injected Shorty. "No, nor think, even. For what'd you think with?" "I know some fellers that seem to think with their feet, and that blamed awkwardly," mused Shorty. "I kept on wakin' up," continued Si.
Their arms were waving foolishly: one could imagine their faces grey-green with terror, their hoarse shouts of fear, their desperate hurry to avoid the thing that was coming. "Lumme! I must draw a bead on that bunch," muttered Shorty eagerly. "Now then, son, you can hit one of that lot." He turned from the scene in front, and the next instant he was down on his knees.
"Shorty, I've got you skinned to death. I've reconstructed every cell in my body since I hit the beach at Dyea. My flesh is as stringy as whipcords, and as bitter and mean as the bite of a rattlesnake. A few months ago I'd have patted myself on the back to write such words, but I couldn't have written them. I had to live them first, and now that I'm living them there's no need to write them.
"I do believe you, and I thank you, Shorty, old chap," said Shag happily, and linking arms they left Hal's room together, for cheers outside were announcing the approach of Lord Mortimer and the feud was ended forever. The King's Coin Because the doctor had forbidden Jack Cornwall to read a single line except by daylight, the boy was spending a series of most miserable evenings.
What higher pinnacle of greatness could any boy hope to reach? They began at once seriously imitating the walk and manners of their heroes. The tall, lank boys modeled themselves on Shorty, and the short, chubby ones on Si. And there at once rose contention between them as to which was the greater hero.
SHORTY sauntered thoughtfully back to the tent, and on the way decided to tell Si the whole occurrence, not even omitting the deceit practiced. He had to admit to himself that he was unaccountably shaken up by the affair. Si was so deeply interested in the revelations that he forgot to blame Shorty's double-dealing. "Never had my nerve so strained before," Shorty frankly admitted.
The ball fell into the slot of "26," and the keeper again paid him three hundred and fifty dollars. "If you're plum crazy an' got the immortal cinch, bet 'em the limit," Shorty said. "Put down twenty-five next time." A quarter of an hour passed, during which Smoke won and lost on small scattering bets.
"You're sure that dumbed battery's gone that shot at us last night, are you, Shorty?" he said, as he drained his cup, fastened it again to the strap of his haversack, and studied the top of the hill with a critical eye. "They say it is," said Shorty, between bites.
Si might be wet, hungry, and the morass of mud in which the army was wallowing uncomfortable and discouraging to the last degree, but there was not the slightest thought in his mind of giving up the fight as long as there was a rebel in sight. He and Shorty were not hurt yet, and until they were, the army was still in good fighting trim.
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