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Updated: June 4, 2025
You say you don't like phony stuff. Good enough. I'll pull off the real goods for you in licking a rube. There's plenty of room back of the garage." The camera man protested. "See here, Harrison. Yeager ain't looking for trouble. He told you he was sorry. It was an accident. What's the use of bearing a grudge?" The heavy glared at him. "You in this, Mr. Farrar?
Alderson, Billie Blue, and Morgan were pursuing the flying rabble. Bothwell, making play with his cutlas against both Blythe and Yeager, was retreating slowly to the bridge rail. I remember crying out as I ran toward them. Bothwell vaulted over the rail to the deck below. I followed like a fool, for in the row I had lost my weapons. As I recall it now, Sam shouted to me to come back.
"But, Miss Carrington!" cried Bess Yeager, one of the seniors, almost interrupting the staid teacher, "we want to make money for the Red Cross. We could not get a room full with a Greek play." "I beg Miss Yeager's pardon," said Miss Carrington stiffly. "We have our standard of education to uphold first of all." "I hope you will excuse me, Miss Carrington," said Laura, likewise rising to object.
All the way down he talked about you boasted how he would marry me in spite of you and how he would take you and have Pasquale flay you alive." Yeager lifted a warning finger. "Remember you have a friend here. Good-night." He lowered himself quickly, slid down the porch post, and disappeared into the darkness almost instantly. Ruth heard voices.
The American officer shook hands warmly. "General, it is a pleasure to meet a man like you. Mexico is fortunate in having such a son." Culvera beamed. "Gracias. And now, captain, first a bath, then dinner. Afterwards you shall talk with the moving-picture men." He turned affably to Yeager. "I shall give orders that you be given a good dinner to-night. To-morrow we shall pass judgment on you."
"Ho, ho! The general wants the Gringo to cut out his heart and liver. Come! Let us not keep him waiting. He is sharpening the knife and it may lose the edge." A horse was waiting outside and the prisoner was assisted to the saddle. One man led the horse by the bridle and on either side of Yeager rode a second and a third. All of them were armed. The new general was taking no chances of an escape.
Since he had no desire at this moment to hold a conversation with Ramon Culvera he drove his heels into the side of the cow pony. The horse leaped forward just as a revolver rang out. So close did the shot come to Yeager that it lifted the sombrero from his head as he dodged. After he was out of range Yeager laughed. "Pasquale gets his hat back again ventilated.
About the insult well, I've got nothing to say. Nothing except this, that I wouldn't be wearing these decorations" he touched the scars on his face "if I didn't agree with you that nobody but a sweep would have done it." "Everybody unanimous on that point, I reckon," said Jim Yeager promptly. Phyllis had been speaking to her father in a low voice.
The lad met his eyes quietly as he passed, giving him a sullen nod of greeting; evidently he hoped he had not been recognized as the previous day's ambusher. "Is Pedro going to ride the outcast?" Dick asked of Yeager, in surprise. Yeager grinned. "He's going to try. The boy's slap-up rider, but he ain't got it in him to break Teddy no, nor any man in New Mexico ain't."
Farrar looked the prizefighter straight in the eye. "You're a liar and you know it, Harrison. Let me tell you something else. You've stood here and cursed Yeager to the limit. Why? Because he's a better man than you are. I don't know just what's happened, but I can see that he has given you the beating of your life. And he did it in fair fight too." Harrison interrupted with a scream of rage.
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