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Culvera turned to the Americans and explained the situation in a few sentences. He was enjoying himself extremely because the vanity of his companion writhed at the position in which he was placed. "Your friend Yeager was not pleasing to our general and was sentenced to be shot. He escaped in the night.
"Lennox, you're too far up stage. Register fear, Daisy. That's the idea. Now, then, Miss Winters. Keep your eyes on Daisy as you come into the room. No no no! That won't do at all." Yeager left them to their rehearsal troubles and strolled back to his boarding-house. He would not be needed till afternoon. He spent a half-hour softening the leather of his right boot around the ankle.
You and Brill say what you like," she flashed at him, the nails of her fingers biting into the palms of her hands. "Only don't say it out loud," cautioned a new voice. Jim Yeager was at the door, and he was looking very pointedly at Healy. "I say what I think, Jim," Brill retorted promptly. "And you think?" Healy slammed his fist down hard on the counter.
Yeager, studying him, was careful to lose money with a laugh to the old despot and equally careful to see that the chips came back to him from Ochampa's side of the table. The cowpuncher knew fairly well the political rumors that were afloat in regard to the situation in northern Mexico.
Webb Yeager pushed back his flat-brimmed Stetson, and made further disorder in his straw-coloured hair. The tonsorial recourse being without avail, he followed the liquid example of the more resourceful Baldy. "If a man marries a queen, it oughtn't to make him a two-spot," declared Webb, epitomising his grievances.
Sooner or later the man who does that meets his own crimes face to face, and their ugly powers break loose on him." "What do you mean?" Tell's voice was suppressed, and his face was livid. "I mean first: you with Dick Yeager and others, later in Quantrill's band, in May of 1863 planned the destruction of this town by mob violence.
Better nail up the windows and lock the doors after you are in. Alderson and Dugan will go with you. You, too, Jimmie. Yeager, you are the best shot. I'll have you stay with me." "Hadn't you better join us and give up the wheelhouse for the present?" The Englishman's eyes flashed. "Surrender my ship to that scum! I'm surprised at you, Jack." "I'm not surprised at you," I grinned.
A cynical light in the eyes of the young man contradicted his words. Reluctantly the director followed the extra to the room of the heavy on the third floor. Yeager knocked. He rapped again, and a third time. Drowsily a voice demanded what was wanted. Presently the door was flung open and Harrison stood blinking in the doorway, heavy-eyed and slumberous.
I'm going down to Seven Mile to tell what I know." "That's all right. I'll go along and return the pocketknife." Yeager viewed him with stern disgust. "Don't make any mistake, seh. If you go down it's an even chance you'll never go back." "Sure. Life's full of chances. There's even a chance I'm not a rustler." "Then I'd advise you not to go down to Seven Mile with me.
Yeager met his first rush with a straight left that got home and jarred the prizefighter to his heels. To see the look on the face of the heavy, compound of blank astonishment and chagrin, was worth the price of admission. Lennox sang out encouragement. "Good boy. Go to him." Harrison put his head down and rushed. His arms worked like flails.
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