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Nothing that young Galleon could say mattered from the critical standpoint nevertheless he seemed to represent, in this case, a universal opinion; even in his rejection of Peter one could see, behind him, a world of readers withdrawing their approval. "Peter Westcott's no good.... Peter Westcott's no good.... Peter Westcott's no good...."
For Westcott's drunken voice could be heard singing snatches of negro melodies in a most melancholy tone. Somebody in the bar-room mentioned Charlton's name. "Got out, did he?" said Westcott in a maudlin tone. "How'd 'e get out? How'd 'e like it fur's he went? Always liked simple diet, you know. "Oh! if I wuz a jail-bird, With feathers like a crow, I'd flop around and "Wat's the rest? Hey?
And when the deputy of the United States marshal swooped down upon the village and arrested the young post-master on a charge of abstracting Smith Westcott's land-warrant from the mail, the whole town was agog. "Told you so. By George!" said Westcott. At first the villagers were divided in opinion about Albert. Plenty of people, like Mrs.
A few days at Codrington would do us both good, and I have a tolerably leisure week. If you can come down on Saturday afternoon, so much the better. I will meet you there, if you will telegraph reply as soon as you get this. I have three lectures at Helmstone on Sunday, but you will probably prefer a quiet day by the sea. Bring me Westcott's new book, and you might put in the chisel and hammer.
These stores Dinninny's, mentioned in the preceding chapter, Dietz's and Westcott's were all of the most primitive order, and, especially the first named, contained but a meagre stock of goods, the stock generally consisting of a barrel of New England rum of the most violent nature, several old bull ploughs, a little crockery ware, a few cooking utensils, and a small amount of dry goods.
At last Isabel was tired out with this method, and was desperate at the thought that Plausaby would return while yet the confession was incomplete. So she determined to force Mrs. Plausaby to speak. "Now, Mrs. Plausaby," she said, "what did Uncle Plausaby say to you that made you take that letter of Smith Westcott's?" "I didn't take it, did I? How do you know? I didn't say so?"
"Damn me!" ejaculated the latter, his excitement conquering restraint. "Whoever they are, Jim, they're givin' ol' Mendez his belly full. Did yer hear them shots? There's sure two of 'em in thar one's got a shotgun an' the other a revolver. I'll bet yer they punctuated some o' those lads. Lord! They come out like rats." Westcott's teeth gripped.
He's hell on the trigger, an' the next time he and Bill come together, Westcott's bound to get his. Ain't that the truth, Joe?" Sikes nodded his head, a gleam of appreciation in his eyes. "I'd like fer to see the scrap," he said slowly. "They tell me Westcott ain't so slow on the draw but Bill will get him!"
"Yes, Sid, darlin', you can," said Kenny gently. "I'm taking Garry's car. You can square me with him." "I I'd even thrash him," mumbled Sid. "Then if you will I'd like you to get in touch with Westcott's wife and tell her. I'm painting her portrait. She comes to-morrow at ten. Sid, could you could you clean off those two chairs?" Sid fell upon the nearest chair with fearful energy.
The night gloom enveloped them completely; their strained eyes were scarcely able to trace the dim outlines of the ridge road, but the horses were desert broke, and held closely to the beaten track, Before they arrived at the lone cottonwood, Westcott's pony, which carried by far the heavier load, began to show signs of fatigue.
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