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Updated: June 30, 2025
Two muffled pistol shots broke the peace and security of the village and brought men running to the garage. For the man with the ten-gallon can had turned at last, and Frank had sprung straight at his throat. From the confusion of crowding men came the hoarse shout, "Turn me loose! Let me kill that dog! Can't you see? He's mad as hell!"
As he stripped Boyle's clothing off to bare the wound, Slavens ordered Ten-Gallon to go and see whether the old gambler had paid his last loss. "I won't touch him! I won't lay a hand on him!" Ten-Gallon refused, drawing back in alarm. Boyle was not dead, though Shanklin's bullet had struck him perilously near the heart and had passed through his body.
I hated to go and leave you here alone with that feller" jerking his head toward Shanklin's body "for I wouldn't trust him dead no more than I would alive!" "All right," said Slavens, scarcely looking up. Ten-Gallon appeared to be over his anxiety to leave. He waited in front of the tent as the sound of horses came nearer. "Stop them off there a little way," ordered the doctor.
Why, she even keeps a giant ten-gallon cooky jar forever filled with cookies, although there are now no children in this sweet old manse. Nobody now but Nellie Langely who goes home every night to the millinery shop where she helps her mother make and sell the bonnets that have made Mary Langely famous in all the country round.
It was a thing the size of a ten-gallon keg, with a thick tail and flippers on which it crawled, and six tentacles like small elephants' trunks around a circular mouth filled with jagged teeth halfway down the throat. There are a dozen or so names for it, but mostly it is called a meat-grinder. The things are always hungry and try to eat anything that moves.
He was beginning to consider his excavation almost deep enough to bury two ten-gallon kegs and forty bottles of whisky, when the shadow of a head and shoulders fell across the hole. Casey did not lift the dirt and rocks he had on his shovel. He froze to a tense quiet, goggling at the shadow. "What are yuh doing, Casey? Trying to outdig a badger?" Mack Nolan's chuckle was friendliness itself.
In each booth there was a little kitchen, a mere earthen fire-pot, such as the alchemists used of old, but larger, and there were tables made of boards laid on trestles with rude benches for seats, and there were little ten-gallon barrels of wine still unbroached, and piles of loaves covered with clean white cloths, and there was much green lettuce for salad, floating in tubs full of water, and there were also fresh onions without end, with their long stalks and big bunches of tiny flowers.
Formerly a chuck-wagon cook in Texas, Chow was now head chef on Tom's expeditions. As usual, a ten-gallon hat was perched on his balding head and he was stomping along in high-heeled boots. "Wow! A shirt to end all shirts!" Tom chuckled. "Real high style, eh?" Chow twirled about to display his latest Western creation.
Hudson, who was now in charge of the government storehouse, and, accompanied by Mr. Gray, started for Fort Whipple. Hanging under the hind axle of the ambulance was a ten-gallon keg, and inside was another. We left La Paz early in the morning and arrived at Tyson's Wells at nine o'clock.
He related, then, the circumstance of the meeting, the brief quarrel, and the fight, Ten-Gallon putting in a word here and there, although his testimony was neither asked nor welcomed. "I don't know what the cause of the quarrel was," concluded the doctor. "Two days ago I relinquished this claim to your son. He came here immediately and took possession."
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