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My God, did you ever see anything so quick? They drilled through each other like lightning." Mac looked him over with dry contempt. "My friend, y'u're too tender for a genuwine A1 bad man. If I was handing y'u a bunch of advice it would be to get back to the prosaic paths of peace right prompt. And while we're on the subject I'll borrow your guns.
"Wal, sweetheart, heah we are home again," drawled a slow, cool, mocking Texas voice. "Home! I wonder, Colter did y'u ever have a home a mother a sister much less a sweetheart?" was the reply, bitter and caustic. Jean's palpitating, hot body suddenly stretched still and cold with intensity of shock. His very bones seemed to quiver and stiffen into ice.
"Y'u're liable to be a grandmother to us if y'u keep on," came back the young giant. "Y'u plumb discourage me, Denver," sighed the foreman. "No, sir! The way I look at it, a fellow's got to take some risk. Now, y'u cayn't tell some things. I figure I ain't half so likely to catch pneumony as y'u would be to get heart trouble if y'u went walking with Miss Nora," returned Denver.
"Wal I'm shore glad y'u're home," he replied. "Antonio's gone with his squaw. An' I was some worried aboot y'u." "Who's with y'u, Colter?" queried Ellen, sitting up. "Rock Wells an' Springer. Tad Jorth was with us, but we had to leave him over heah in a cabin." "What's the matter with him?" "Wal, he's hurt tolerable bad," was the slow reply.
"Did y'u tell the truth when y'u denied ever bein' a sweetheart of Simm Bruce?" "Yes, I told y'u the truth." "Ahuh! An' how do y'u account for layin' me out with every dirty name y'u could give tongue to?" "Oh, it was temper. I wanted to be let alone." "Temper! Wal, I reckon y'u've got one," he retorted, grimly. "An' I'm not shore y'u're not crazy or lyin'. An hour ago I couldn't touch y'u."
"DIDN'T y'u say y'u was older than me? I believe I've plumb forgot how old y'u said y'u was, Miss Darling." "Your memory's such a sieve it wouldn't be worth while telling you. After you've been to school a while longer maybe I'll try you again." "Some ladies like 'em young," he suggested, amiably. "But full grown," she amended. "Do y'u judge by my looks or my ways?" he inquired, anxiously.
You're not a Mormon. You don't want us both, do you?" she demanded, her eyes sparkling with the exhilaration of the tilt. "Could I get either one of y'u, do y'u reckon? That's what's worrying me." "I see, and so you intend to keep us both on the string." His joyous laughter echoed hers. "I expaict y'u would call that presumption or some other dictionary word, wouldn't y'u?"
It would never do for the Associated Press dispatches to send word all over the East that a murderous desperado was permitted, unmolested, to walk away with the championship belt. "It ain't a square deal," declared McWilliams promptly. He was sitting beside Nora, and he turned round to express his opinion to the two sitting behind him in the box. "We'll not go behind the returns. Y'u won fairly.
Y'u don't know what it is, 'n' y'u'll never know; but I'll give yer a chance now fer yer life ef y'u'll sw'ar on a stack o' Bibles as high as that tree thar that y'u'll leave these mount'ins ef I whoops ye, 'n' nuver come back ag'in as long as you live. I'll leave, ef ye whoops me. Now whut do ye say? Will ye sw'ar? "I reckon I will, seem' as I've got to," was the surly answer.
Mozart, Grieg, Chopin, Raff, Beethoven. Y'u ce'tainly have the music here; I wonder if y'u have the musician." He looked her over with a bold, unscrupulous gaze. "It's an old trick to have classical music on the rack and ragtime in your soul. Can y'u play these?" "You will have to be the judge of that," she said. He selected two of Grieg's songs and invited her to the piano.
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