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Shoot off all the guns you can find, and set the stable on fire. Wash, shake hands! I'm the luckiest fellow on God's green earth." Washburn was not dense, and he reddened as it occurred to him that his reply ought to voice some sort of congratulations. "Ef I'm any jedge o' human natur' yo're both lucky," he stammered. "Mr.
I don't know who you are, but the fact that yuh were fightin' 'em is enough fer me. I know yo're all right." "Thanks, sheriff," said the Texan. "I'm leavin' Mr. Tip McCay heah to tell yo' ouah story, if yo'll excuse me fo' a while." "Where yuh goin', Kid?" demanded young McCay, astonished. "To Midway," drawled the Texan, swinging himself into Blizzard's saddle.
We're gonna get rich quick, we are. What you laughin' at?" "I never laugh," denied Mr. Richie. "When yo're stakin' out claims don't forget me." "We won't," averred Mr. Dawson, solemnly. "Le's have another." They had another several others. The upshot was that when Mr. Dawson. Mr. Tunstall, of course, was still sleeping deeply and noisily. But Mr. Dawson had long since lost interest in Mr.
And speakin' of the trail, that wasn't the Red Rivah yo' crossed. It was the Wichita. And yo' must have gone ovah the Wichita Mountains, too." "The Wichita!" ejaculated one of the other men. "Why, Modoc, yuh told us " "And I told yuh right!" said the leader furiously. "I've been over this route before, and I know just where we are." "Yo're in The Terror's territory," drawled The Kid softly.
'An if I am, it's noa consarn o' yourn. Yo're yan o' th'unregenerate; an I'll ask yo, Davy, if happen yo're goin town way, not to talk ony o' your carnal talk to me. I'se got hindrances enough, t' Lord knows. And the lad went his way, morosely hanging his head, and stepping more rapidly as though to get rid of his companion. 'Well, I niver! exclaimed David, in his astonishment.
So she added, in a sterner, harder tone 'Still, yo' say yo' know nought about him; and tramps is tramps a' t' world over; and yo're a widow, and it behoves yo' to be careful. I think I'd just send him off as soon as he's a bit rested. Yo' say he's plenty o' money? 'Nay! A never said that. A know nought about it.
'And so you won't learn any more geography, said Hepburn. Something in his tone struck her, and she looked up in his face. There were marks of stern offence upon his countenance, and yet in it there was also an air of wistful regret and sadness that touched her. 'Yo're niver angry with me, Philip? Sooner than vex yo', I'll try and learn.
"I took a shot at him myself just as he was hopping through the window. I missed." "Yet they say yo're a good snap shot, Thompson," threw in Racey. "I am most usual," admitted Thompson. "But this time my hand must 'a' shook or something." "Yep," concurred Racey, "I shore guess it must 'a' shook or something." Thompson faced Racey. "'Or something," he repeated, hardily. "Meaning?"
He reached across and patted her arm. "Yo're all right," he told her. "When we get out of this yo're going to marry me." Her free hand turned under his and clasped his fingers. S6 they rode for a space hand-in-hand. And Racey's heart was full. And so was hers. If they forgot for the moment what dread possibilities the future held who can blame them?
And yo're the biggest one of 'em all!" Garvey drew back his huge arm and sent his fist crashing into the youth's face. Robbins, weak and exhausted as he was, went sprawling to the floor. And at that moment the swinging doors of the saloon opened wide. The man who stood framed there, sweeping the room with cool, calm eyes, was scarcely older than the youth who had been slugged down.
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