Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: September 8, 2025
As they walked back down the corridor Steve asked one question of the director. "Did it strike you he was a leetle too sleepy at first and just a leetle too quick to get that chip on his shoulder?" "No, it didn't," snapped Threewit. Nobody likes to be dragged out of bed at two A.M., to hear bad news, and the director was merely human.
Lennox met Steve one day as the latter was returning from the property room with a saddle Threewit had asked him to adjust. The star stopped him good-naturedly. "Care to put the gloves on with me some time, Yeager?" The cowpuncher's face brightened. "I sure would. The boys say you're the best ever with the mitts." "I'm a pretty good boxer, but I don't trail in your class as a fighter.
We'll put him in the discard. I suppose you won't deny that Threewit and Farrar and Miss Seymour are Americans." With a confidential grin Ramon nodded. "You've put your finger on the pulse of my difficulty. You see, I talk to you frankly because I have the best of reasons for knowing you will never betray me. No doubt you recall your proverb about dead men telling tales. Just so.
What do you take me for?" demanded Threewit huskily. Steve put a hand on the shoulder of the little man. "You're all right, Billie," he said, with the affectionate smile that men as well as women loved. "We all know you'll do to take along any time when we need a man that's on the level. You wait there at the corral. If we show up, good. If we don't well, we'll be beyond help.
The prizefighter never had liked Farrar. He had sworn to get even with Threewit. An added incentive to this course was the fact that he knew them both to be on very good terms with his chief enemy. Without doubt Chad would do his best to stimulate the insurgent leader to impulsive violence. The man in bed concealed his apprehension under a comical grin.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking