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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Mebbe a few days longer." "And the last two horses?" "I'll git 'em somehow. It gits harder every time the bohunks do things, 'cause somebody's allus watchin'. But I never was fooled yet, an' no tenderfoot's goin' to start. . . . Only I don't want no shootin'." "Perhaps he'll sell now when the time's so near." Blue Pete laughed mirthlessly. "Yuh don't know Torrance.
What do you know about the land north of here, on up toward the Santa Fé?" Torrance pondered the situation. The times were, indeed, changing when men like Waring and Pat ceased to ride the high trails and settled down to ranching under fence.
Tressa, hearing Conrad's voice, tripped to the door, her eyes aglow with a shy eagerness. "Evening, Tressa!" The foreman swept off his hat. "Fine evening for rifle practice." "I know it don't matter about me," grunted Torrance, "but two feet at a range of twelve hundred yards is cutting it fine for Tressa." But Conrad only smiled his unconcern.
They have my answer, and I imagine it was a bit convincing " "The Indian can't always be on hand," said Conrad stubbornly. Torrance screwed up his eyes. "He's getting the habit of popping up unexpectedly. I wonder what's the game. I thought I was strong, but that chap could whistle 'God Save the King' and truss me up like a partridge at the same time.
That will do excellently well," said the lawyer, stepping forward; and then mighty civilly, "Good-evening, Mr. Balfour," said he. And "Good-evening, uncle Ebenezer," said I. And "It's a braw nicht, Mr. Balfour," added Torrance. Never a word said my uncle, neither black nor white; but just sat where he was on the top doorstep, and stared upon us like a man turned to stone.
Torrance drummed on the desk with his long, strong fingers. He reached in a drawer and drew out a letter. "How about that?" Lorry glanced at the heading. Evidently the sheriff knew of his general whereabouts.
Alonzo Minnette. The four friends, Morgan, Torrance, Donahue, and Ikey Rosenmeyer, the son of the proprietor of the village delicatessen store, had been given a furlough since landing at Norfolk with the captured raider, of the prize crew of which they had been members.
And the first blow had excited the onlookers to take vociferous sides; the first weapon had roused their lingering instincts of antagonism; and the first drop of blood had driven a dozen of them headlong into the mêlée. Before Conrad and Torrance arrived, knives and knife-ended knuckle-dusters and clubs were swinging.
Tressa Torrance, inured as sensitive girl could be to the turmoil and danger of their life on railway construction, experienced a new sensation of fear. Never had she seen her father use a firearm; his ready fists were more to his liking. With a breathless rush she stood by his side, one hand gripping the wrist of the hand that held the trigger guard. That precaution first.
Howitt observed nothing but the fine face and the words that appeared to him natural. Torrance looked at them both with the air of an honest man who was still made somewhat cowardly by new-fashioned propriety. 'I never put much o' my faith in these things myself, he said at last in broad accents, 'still, an honest shake of the head 'there's queer things happens.
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