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But I'm going to tempt him from that piano just the same. Jimmie, come here. Run down to the music-room and tell Mr. Yeager that Miss Wallace would like to see him." Evelyn laughed. "I think you're real mean, Mr. Sedgwick." "For saving the life of your musical soul?" "He is pretty bad," she admitted.
He took a fancy to Ruth himself." While Yeager talked his fingers were busy every moment. From long usage he was expert at roping and tying. Many a time he had thrown the diamond hitch while packing on mountain trails. His skill served him well now. He trussed the guards as if they had been packs for the saddle, binding them hand and feet so that they could not move.
I remember seeing Conlow and Mapleson and Dodd sauntering carelessly about in different parts of the town, especially upon Cliff Street, which was unusual for them. Just at nightfall the town was filled with strangers again. Yeager and his companion, who had been water-bound, returned with half a dozen more to the Cambridge House, and other unknown men were washed in from the west.
And you'll notice that we're still sticking to the saddle, son, and not pulling leather either," observed the plainsman cheerfully. "I I didn't know it would be like this," murmured the boy. "I thought " His voice tailed out and he dropped limply into a seat, his fascinated eyes fixed on my bleeding arm. Yeager clasped a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Brace up, kid. The first round is ours, strong.
Be up there to-night, Mr. Lennox." From that day the boxing lessons became a regular thing. The claim Lennox had made for himself had scarcely done him justice. He was one of the best amateur boxers in the West. In Yeager he had a pupil quick to learn. The extra was a perfect specimen physically, narrow of flank, broad of shoulder, with the well-packed muscles of one always trained to the minute.
Was it to throw him overboard because he's mean?" Yeager asked genially. Her eye was sparkling and her lips open for an answer, but the words were never spoken. For at that instant a man burst past us with blood streaming down his face from a ghastly cut in the forehead. He was making for the bridge. "It's come," I said, rising and drawing my revolver.
Mebbe they'll get here. Mebbe they won't." "Then you don't think it's worth trying?" "Sure I do. Every little helps. It might make Pasquale sit steady in the boat till I get a chance to pull off something." When Daisy Ellington heard of the plan she went straight to Yeager. "What's this I hear about you committing suicide?" she demanded. "News to me, compadre," smiled the puncher.
A man playing the wheel dropped a friendly nod at Jim. He waited till the wheel had stopped and saw the man behind it rake in his chips before he spoke. Then, as he scattered more chips here and there over the board, he welcomed Yeager with a whoop. "Hi there, Malpais! What's doing in the hills these yere pleasant days?" "A little o' nothin', Sam.
He's as well-plucked as they make them, Jack and straight as a string. Want to make him a proposition to join us? Those were the lines he had penciled on the envelope. Beneath them I wrote two words: "Suits me." Jimmie's mother had consented to let him go on with us. Now I took him away to get some necessary wearing apparel, leaving Blythe to make a proposition to Yeager.
"Take these horses, boys, feed them, water them. Let the girl go to her room, Ramon, but see that she is watched every minute. Garcia, attend to the Gringos." He strode into the room where Yeager was detained. His greedy little eyes sparkled; his face exuded malice and self-conceit. "Ho, ho, amigo! Who laughs now?" he jeered.
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