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Let him look you over." The girl walked out from under the spreading cedar that had hidden her from sight. Beasley stared aghast his jaw dropped. "Thet's the kid sister of the woman I wanted!" he ejaculated. "So we've jest been told." Astonishment still held Beasley. "Told?" he echoed. Suddenly his big body leaped with a start. "Who got her? Who fetched her?"
She sat in rigid astonishment until she heard his timid knock, followed by the sound of shoes vigorously wiped upon the door-mat. "Well, come! Thet's a comfort!" she thought. "He won't muss the carpet" and she rose to admit her visitor. "Good mornin'," said Droop, timidly. "I seen Cousin Phoebe a-runnin' down the road, an' I sorter thought I'd run in an' see how you was."
Ho! if it ain't Pretty Eyes!" he called out, in gay, coarse voice. Carley recognized the voice, and then the epithet, before her sight established the man as Haze Ruff. A singular stultifying shock passed over her. "Wal, by all thet's lucky!" he said, dismounting. "I knowed we'd meet some day. I can't say I just laid fer you, but I kept my eyes open."
"I told her that jest's soon as the Panchronicle hed got rested and got its breath, we'd set off quick fer home you an' me. Thet's so, ain't it, Phoebe?" she concluded, with plaintive anxiety in her voice. "I'll take the letter right along," said Phoebe, with sudden determination. But Rebecca would not at once relax her hold on the envelope. "That's so, ain't it, dearie?" she insisted.
Thet's th' one, sah! He'd some kind er trib-bilation with th' little gen'l'm' th' drummer gen'lm' as got on las' night to Lamy an' he brought him out, holdin' him like he was a kitten, to the lobby, an' jus' set him down an' boxed his ears till he hollered! Yes, sah, thet's th' one. He got off to Otero. An' th' little man he got off to Trinidad, an' said he was agoin' up by the Denver to Pueblo.
Wipin' the blood off his hands, he throwed his kerchief down in Bruce's face. Bruce wasn't dead or bad hurt. He'd jest been beaten bad. He was moanin' an' slobberin'. Isbel kicked him, not hard, but jest sort of disgustful. Then he faced thet crowd. 'Greaves, thet's what I think of your Simm Bruce.
Seems like I'm ther gryste betwixt two mill-stones ... an' bein' es ye're my wife, thet's a state of things thet consarns you es well es me." A Valkyrie fire glowed in the dark eyes of the young woman and her hands clenched themselves tautly. The colour that had gone out of her cheeks came back with a rush of vividness which seemed to transform her as a lighted wick transforms a candle.
An' if you leave him alone he'll not bother you, but he's bad in a corner." "He scared away the coyotes." "Youngster, even a silver-tip thet's a grizzly bear will make tracks away from a cougar. I lent my pack of hounds to a pard over near Springer. If I had them we'd put thet cougar up a tree in no time." "Are there many lions cougars here?" "Only a few. Thet's why there's plenty of deer.
But listen heah.... Snake, you've seen an' heard people croak?" "You mean cash in die?" "Shore." "Wal, yes a couple or so," replied Anson, grimly. "But you never seen no one die of shock of an orful scare?" "No, I reckon I never did." "I have. An' thet's what's ailin' Jim Wilson," and he resumed his dogged steps. Anson and his two comrades exchanged bewildered glances with one another. "A-huh!
"Tuk cold on his lungs at the North Pole," said Droop, solemnly. "Hed pneumonia an' up'n died." "But there warn't nobody round heerd of him except you," said Rebecca. "Who buried him?" "Ah, thet's one o' the beauties o' the hull business.
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