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Then he was joined by Joe, who had also observed Tresler's visit. The little man waved a hand in the direction of the retreating figure. "Wher's he goin'?" he asked. "Guess it's 'bout the leddy," replied Arizona, shortly. "An' he wus boosted out 'cause of her," the other said significantly. "Kind o' minds you of one o' them terriers." "Yup. Or a cow wi' a ca'f." "On'y he don't make no fuss.
Wher's my wife?" Scipio demanded threateningly. "You've stole her, and taken her from me. I've come to take her back." The force of his demands was tinged with the simplicity of a naturally gentle disposition. And maybe, in consequence, something of their sting was lost.
He swung round as the door was again thrust open. This time it was Blue Grass Pete who strode into the room. "Wher's Ike?" he demanded without preamble the moment he beheld the grinning face of the saloon-keeper. "Gee!" Beasley's grin suddenly broke out into a loud laugh. He brought his two hands down on the counter and gave himself up to the joy of the moment.
But her busy fingers hastened. She tenderly laid the wool, saturated in carbolic oil, upon the gash. Seth bore it without flinching. "More'n six year," she added, taking the bandages from Rosebud and applying them with the skill of long experience, "an' we've had no trouble, thank God. But I knew it 'ud come sure. Rube had it in his eye." "Wher's Rube now?" asked Seth, cutting her short.
The emphasis was unmistakable. Nan waited almost breathlessly in a delicious condition of apprehension. "Wher's Nan?" Jeff's demand came sharply. "Som'eres around inside." "I came up to see her." "So?" "Yes." The lowing of the cattle in the pastures was dying with the deepening twilight. The calves seemed to have found their mothers and all was contentment. Nan glad of the growing shadows.
I 'lows you're 'bout the on'y man in these parts 'cep' Abe Horsley as fancies hisself enough to wear one. Wher's them things, I ask you? Say," he went on after a moment's pause, during which Jim still remained silent, "I accuse this lousy skunk publicly of murderin' Will Henderson. He's convicted hisself out o' his own mouth, an' he's got the man's blood on his hands.
He set the hat down for the water to percolate through the soft felt at its leisure. Then he moved on. The moment he was out of earshot Jeff's voice broke the silence once more. "Nan?" "Yes, Jeff?" "Wher's the red willow? How far away?" "A few yards." "Can you help me up?" The question came after a long considering pause. It came with a certain eagerness. But Nan remonstrated with all her might.
The completeness of his appointments was the envy of the corps, and the gay fellow himself was the admiration of the camp servants, axemen, teamsters and cooks. "I reckon you didn't git them boots no wher's this side o' Sent Louis?" queried the tall Missouri youth who acted as commissariy's assistant. "No, New York."
It's not you. It's it's nature human nature. Say, Miss Joan, you ain't got the lessons of these hills right yet. Folks out here are diffrent to city folks. That is, their ways of doin' the same things are diff'rent. We feel the same that's because we're made the same but we act diff'rent. If I'd bin around, I'd have shot Ike with a whole heap of pleasure. An' if I had, wher's the cuss on you?
Say, Carney," turning back to the bar complainingly, "wher's them durned brandy 'cocks' Mr. Tresler ordered a whiles back? You're gettin' most like a fun'ral on an up-hill trail. Slow eh? Guess if we're to be pizened I sez do it quick."
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