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"Beat him to the draw?" he gasped at length. "Jerry's gun was clean out before the stranger made a move," asserted Lew. "It ain't possible," murmured the deputy, and hummed softly: "In all my dreams, your fair face beams." He added sharply, as he finished the bandaging: "Where'd he head for?" "No place," answered Lew. "He just now went out the door."
"I went to get some eggs." "Eggs! What for?" "For my breakfast to-morrow. You said you couldn't spare any, so I've bought some." "Where?" The word expressed mingled wrath and wonder. "Next door." The woman looked puzzled. She thought a moment. "Where'd you say?" she asked after a pause. "Next door at the Howes'." "The Howes'!" Ellen fairly hissed the name. "You went to the Howes' for eggs?"
She knew his speech was ungrammatical, but thought that due to careless training rather than to no training at all. "Where'd I go to school?" he demanded bitterly. "There ain't a school within forty miles. Guess I wouldn't have went if I could," he added as an afterthought, wishing to be quite honest in the matter. "School didn't seem to cut no figure until jus' lately."
"He may prowl," said David Bond, stoutly, "but he does not steal. He is a good, honest Indian." The keeper of The Trooper's Delight laughed immoderately. "Get out! Who ever heerd tell of a' honest Injun? Say!" tauntingly "where'd you an' your broom-tail come from, anyhow?" "From Dodge City." "Dodge City!" the man cried.
"What'd you expect from a greaser?" queried Shady Jones. "Anson, didn't I say so?" added Burt. The black-visaged Moze rolled his eyes like a mad bull and Jim Wilson studiously examined a stick he held in his hands. Riggs showed immense relief. "Anson, stake me to some of your outfit an' I'll ride off with the girl," he said, eagerly. "Where'd you go now?" queried Anson, curiously.
Then the sound of something or someone approaching. Squeaks. He was led another long distance. Then claws or hands lifted him. Metal clanked. Those who held him dropped him. He fell three or four feet onto soft sand. There was a clanging of metal above his head. Then a human voice said sardonically, "Welcome to our city! Where'd they catch you?"
Shorty, with both hands on his revolvers, had his eyes fixed on the squad, apprehensive of an attempt to bolt and mix with the crowd. He looked neither to the right nor the left, but was conscious that they were passing a corner on which stood some ladies. Then he heard a voice which set his heart to throbbing call out: "Hello, Si Klegg! Si Klegg! Look this way. Where'd you come from?"
Good cigar this, Lorne! Where'd you get it?" "They are Indian cheroots 'Planters, they call 'em made in Madras. I got some through a man named Hesketh, who has friends out there, at a price you wouldn't believe for as decent a smoke. You can't buy 'em in London; but you will all right, and here, too, as soon as we've got the sense to favour British-grown tobacco."
The passengers rushed to the near rail; eyes bulged and voices volleyed in a chorus of questions and several persons almost jumped overboard. "Where'd you get it?" "How much?" "There's more, isn't there?" "Wait a minute!" "Stop the ship, captain!" "Hey! Show us a handful!" Charley was as excited as anybody. Big sacks of gold! Think of that! Look at them! But the captain laughed, winking at Mr.
"That sort of thing don't never happen," George assured himself privately. "I was outclassed, all right, all right. What I wanna know is: where'd he couple up with the ring-wisdom?"
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