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"I'm vastly diverted as it is truly I am!" protested P. Sybarite, ruefully eyeing the lady's pistol. "But there 's really no need to disturb yourself: I'm quite competent to take care of any housebreaker " "That," she broke in, "is something you'll have to show me.... Where's your nightstick?" "My er what?" "Your nightstick. What've you done with it?"
"Well, why don't you talk?" Himself interrupting the silence he came a step nearer, braced himself with legs far apart. "What've you got to say for yourselves? This ain't no Quaker meeting. Speak up. What're you all doin' here?" Among the crowd one man alone spoke, and that was lobster-red Bud Smith. "Tendin' to our own business, I reckon, Pete," he explained evenly. "You lie!"
Do I have to tell you again?" He caught McGuire by the neck and stood him on the floor. "Say, friend," cried McGuire wildly, "are you bug-house? I'm sick see? I'll croak if I got to hustle. What've I done to yer?" he began his chronic whine "I never asked yer to " "Put on your clothes," called Raidler in a rising tone.
"There he is now," said Perkins, as he took out his wireless instrument. "You might listen in and hear what he has to say." Brookings took out his own telephone and held it to his ear. "Hello," Perkins spoke gruffly into the tiny transmitter. "What've you got on your chest?" "Your foot slipped on the Jap," the stranger replied. "He crabbed the game right.
Next moment Jack Belllounds galloped a foam-lashed horse into the courtyard and hauled up short with a recklessness he was noted for. He swung down hard and violently cast the reins from him. "Ahuh! I gambled on just this," he declared, harshly. Columbine's heart sank. His gaze was fixed on her face, with its telltale evidences of agitation. "What've you been crying about?" he demanded.
She'd stayed so alone no one could intrude upon her now. And then, there was Andy, poor forlorn little man! "Is anyone goin' to hurt me?" she faltered, faint and frightened. "Yes, dearest, yes, and you must " He was on his feet and Tess struggled up, too. "What've I got to do?" she breathed miserably.
"Sign of a happy disposition," said Doggie. "What've you got to be happy about?" "I was thinking how alive we are, and how dead you and I might be," said Doggie. "Well, I don't think it funny thinking how one might be dead," replied Penworthy. "It gives me the creeps. It's all very well for you. You'll stump around for the rest of your life like a gentleman on a wooden leg.
I wonder what the future may have in store for her?" "Above all let us hope health and happiness!" "I've got something to show you all," Billy announced at the luncheon table. He wore the satisfied air of one who has accomplished something long desired. "What've you got?" Peggy answered promptly. "Guess!" Billy fixed his attention upon his plate in a tantalizing way.
If he gets full he'll drive a four- horse wagon into some church, or go up and pick the Judge to pieces with his fingers to see what makes him go round." "What've they got against you and Dextry some grudge?" she questioned. "No, no! We're not the only ones in trouble; they've jumped the rest of the good mines and put this McNamara in as receiver on all of them, but that's small comfort.
A horse is no use now I lost too much time since last night. I can't git to Bindon to-morrow in time, if I ride the trail." "The river?" she asked, abruptly. "It's the only way. It cuts off fifty mile. That's why I come to you." She frowned a little, her face became troubled, and her glance fell on his arm nervously. "What've I got to do with it?" she asked, almost sharply.
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