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Updated: June 16, 2025
After Slippery, the Yegg, and Joe had parted company with Kansas Shorty and Jim, they walked leisurely southward upon the railroad track. For some time their conversation lagged, as Slippery was absorbed in thoughts centering upon the boy who was walking by his side.
Say, how did you get in here?" "T'roo de libery windows." "I always knew some yegg would stroll in that way. It beats me why they didn't have bars fixed on them." "Dere's a buzz-wagon outside, waitin'." "You do it in style, don't you?" observed Ogden, pulling on his shirt. "Who's working this with you? Any one I know?" "Naw. A new guy." "Oh? Say, I don't remember you, if it comes to that."
There was a thrill still running in his blood since the time the yegg had leaned so close and said: "That wasn't Black Jack's way!" He wanted to know more about Black Jack, and he wanted to hear the story from the lips of this man. A strange warmth had come over him. It had seemed for a moment that there was a third impalpable presence in the room his father listening.
Instead of an answer Slippery gave some differently sounding knocks upon the panel above the screened opening and whispered, "It's I, Slippery, the yegg."
I want to blow the door off the peter, not the roof off the house. Say, who d'you think I am, a boob?" "I understand, then. Nitroglycerin? Denver, I'm not with you. It's mighty good of you to ask me to join in but that isn't my line of work." The yegg raised an expostulatory hand, but Terry went on: "I'm going to keep straight, Denver."
Then he told how an idea had come to the mind of an idle yegg named "Missouri" Horton.
When he came to the scene where he knelt by the side of the flying yegg and solemnly swore to forever quit the path Slippery had shown him, he felt a strange power drag him out of the bed, force him to kneel upon the floor and repeat the sacred promise to shun Bums, Booze and Boxcars and then, when he went again to bed, it was only a few moments until he was soundly sleeping.
They say the thieves only picked out the papers they could dispose of, and left all the rest, which would indicate that the second yegg must have been in the banking line, some time or other, and knew what was what." "H'sh! he's coming on again! Lie low, now; Andy!" Accordingly both of them remained perfectly motionless as the professor advanced toward the house.
He heard the teeth of Denver grit, as though the yegg were being driven on into this madcap venture merely by a pride which would not allow him to show less courage even rash courage than his companion. The door opened Denver went inside and was soaked up a shadow among shadows. Terry followed and stepped instantly into the presence of the sleeper. He could tell it plainly.
He was stammering; hysterical, and the words tumbled from his lips in a jumble. "That was a month after you ran away from home. I was going to find you. Got bigger. Took the road. Kept hunting. Then I met a yegg who told about Rusty Dick described him like you I thought I thought you were dead!" And the tears rolled down his face; he sobbed like a woman. A strange thing happened then.
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