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In short, he was a character you would look at twice, and Whitey was surprised to find him in the Star Circle outfit. Hank Dawes handed Buck a letter, which Whitey took to be instructions from Walt Lampson, and Buck read it, talked to Hank a moment, and when Buck rode over to where Whitey waited with Injun, he was smiling. "There won't be no cuttin' out t'day," he said.
However, I was not the man to belie the blood of Revolutionary heroes and meanly carry my unexploded crackers beyond the scene of danger, so I remembered the brave days of old and touched a whitey off. It burst with the roar of a cannon and reverberated through the glades like the broadside of a man-of- war.
In fact, after I've explained how a relation of Allston's had asked me to look him up he fixes it so I can get a pass into the Tombs. Followin' which I blows Whitey to one of Farroni's seventy-five-cent spaghetti banquets and then goes home to think a few chunks of thought. As the case stood it looked bad for Daddums. A party like Mrs.
She was inclined to be proud of herself for having done so at this late hour. Had she known what Whitey was thinking about the comforts of home and about her, she would not have been so proud. For a while she entertained Whitey by talking about New York, which she had visited ten years before, when on her honeymoon.
But finally, no matter how interesting the company, sleep will come to healthy boys, and just before that time came, and could not be put off any longer, they happened to be talking about dreams. Abe said that if you would tie a rope around your neck, and tie it to a beam, just before you went to sleep, you would sure dream of a hanging. And, of course, Whitey had to try it.
So Bill proceeded to peddle out his news, a bit at a time. "John Big Moose's goin' t' New York," was the first thing Bill said. "Hooray!" Whitey cried. "That's a fine way t' take th' news that you're goin' t' lose your dear teacher," Bill said reproachfully. "Oh, of course I'm sorry that John is going away, but just think, there'll be no more lessons," Whitey answered.
First the hushing of the wind, then the pale glares from the distant sky where the earth's edge joined it, then the rumble of thunder, growing in volume with the brighter, green flashes of the lightning all familiar enough to Whitey, but now giving him a thrill because felt in strange surroundings.
I was for goin' out somewhere and callin' for the Baron over the 'phone; but Mallory's got his jaw set now and says he don't mean to leave until he has some kind of satisfaction. He's kind of slow takin' hold; but when he gets his teeth in he's a stayer. We knocks around half an hour, and nothin' happens. Then, just as we was pushin' through the mob into the Palm Room I runs into Whitey Buck.
But he's a fussy old freak, and I don't guarantee he'll stay more than a minute." "That's enough," says Mallory. "He can talk French, I suppose?" "What's the matter with English?" says Whitey. "Now let's see what kind of hot air I'll give him."
"It's pink, close enough to red. We'll wave that." Injun grunted again and looked doubtful. "Me get 'im back?" he asked. Injun didn't care any less for that shirt than he did for his pinto or his rifle and he cared more for it than for his interest in the gold mine. "Sure, you'll get it back," said Whitey, and without a word Injun took off the shirt and handed it to Whitey.
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