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He says it serves Elsie right, that Green Valley women've got a mania for dyeing things and trying to make 'em last forever; that he's had two bolts of just the kind of color Elsie was trying to get but that she wouldn't look at it. "And Pete Sweeney's not the only one that's down on the women.
"What did I tell you?" said Brennan, showing as much excitement as John had ever seen him give way to. Gibson's ultimatum demanding Sweeney's resignation by noon of the next day was printed under another heavy black headline and brought the situation to a crisis.
Sweeney's posse had given the fugitives a scare at Dry Gap and driven them back into the desert. In the early morning they had tried the hills again and had reached Lonesome Park. But they could not be sure that Sweeney or some one of the posses sent out by the railroad was not close at hand.
His action produced the desired effect of tantalizing the brakemen, and they exclaimed eagerly: "Out with it, Hos'! Tell us! Let us in on it!" Waiting a moment, to give his words greater emphasis, the conductor removed his pipe from his mouth, and said: "All the boys are going up to Sweeney's, order the swellest meal he can put up, and send the bill to Jenkins!" "Whoopee! Great!
"I am absolutely certain that no one will," she answered, with an emphasis on the last three words which sent a thrill through me, for I knew that it was meant for me. Indeed, as she spoke, she furtively gave me one of those glances of soft fire which had burnt straight through to my heart in Sweeney's store a sort of blended challenge and appeal.
Unsophisticated ones there were who fancied that ere this it would all end, that Mr. Sweeney's capacity for absorption had a limit.
"It seems as if Grove Street was full of trouble, for while Grace was crying over her pig, Elsie Winters next door was crying over her blue henrietta dress that didn't dye right. Elsie swears it was old dye Martin sold her and wishes we'd have another drug store because a little competition would do Martin good. And next door to Elsie, Pete Sweeney's tickled to death.
There was no time, he said, to be lost barneying; and he told Dad to take his old mare Jean and go at once for Sweeney. Sweeney was the publican at Kangaroo Creek, with a reputation for curing snake-bite. Dad ran out, mounted Jean and turned her head for Sweeney's. But, at the slip-rails, Jean stuck him up, and would n't go further.
Had he better join Sweeney's posse and patrol the desert? Or would he help more by pushing straight into the hills? Dingwell rode up and looked around in surprise. "What's the stir, son?" His partner told him what he had heard and what he suspected. Before he answered, Dave chewed a meditative cud. "Maybeso you're right and maybe 'way off. Say you're wrong. Say Meldrum has nothing to do with this.
"I don't reckon Cass would do Miss Kate a meanness. He's a white man, say the worst of him. But it might be Blackwell. When last seen he was heading into the hills. If he met her " A spasm of pain shot across Luck's face. "My God! That would be awful." "By Gum, there he is now, Luck." Sweeney's finger pointed to an advancing rider.
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