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Now I sees ye fer what ye air an' I suspicions iniquities thet I hedn't nuver dreamp' of afore. I wouldn't put hit past ye ter hev deevised Cal's lay-wayin' yoreself. I wouldn't be none astonished ef ye hired ther man thet shot him ... an' yit I'd nigh cut my tongue afore I'd drap a hint of thet ter him." That last statement both amazed and gratified the intriguer.
"Chase yoreselves me an' Pete are shore going to show you cranky bugs how to do a hundred an hour. Ain't we, Pete? An' look here, you," he remarked to the heaters, "don't you fellers keep us waiting for hot irons!" "That's right! Make a fool out of yoreself first thing!" snapped one of the pair on the ground. "Billy, I never loved you as much as I do this minute," grinned Johnny wearily.
Red had long since given it up as a bad job, though continuing to search, when a shout from the distant Hopalong sent him forward on a run. "Hey, Red!" cried Hopalong, pointing ahead of them. "Look there! Ain't that a house?" "Naw; course not! It's a it's a ship!" Red snorted sarcastically. "What did you think it might be?" "G'wan!" retorted his companion. "It's a mission." "Ah, g'wan yoreself!
"Don't run on the rope with me, young fellow. You'll sure be huntin' trouble." "What's the use o' beefin'? I've got the deadwood on you. Better hit the dust back to town and explain to the boys how yore bronc went lame," advised Dave. "Come down and I'll wallop the tar outa you." "Much obliged. I'm right comfortable here." "I've a mind to come up and dig you out." "Please yoreself, Dug.
"Let go yoreself, I cut it first, an' I'm a goin' to have it." They tugged and wrestled and panted, but they were evenly matched and neither gained the advantage. "Let go, I say," screamed Heaters, wild with rage. "I'll die first, you dirty dog!" The words were hardly out of his mouth before a knife flashed in the light of the lanterns, and with a sharp cry, Bud Mason fell to the ground.
"First you want to drown yoreself swimming, an' now you want to roast the pair of us to death," Hopalong retorted, eyeing the rear wall of the room. "Wonder what's on the other side of that partition?" Johnny looked. "Why, water; an' lots of it, too." "Naw; the water is on the other sides." "Then how do I know? sh! I hear somebody coming on the roof." "Tumble back in yore bunk quick!"
"Ye've got my pledge," answered Thornton, disdainfully, "an' albeit ye knows ye don't keep 'em yoreself, ye knows thet I don't nuver break 'em. Ye've got ther knowledge, moreover, thet I hain't a-goin' ter be content save ter sottle this business with ye fust handed man ter man."
Dorothy Thornton caught his shoulders and her eyes were full of pleading. "Ye've done built up a name fer yoreself, Ken," she urged with burning fervour. "Hit war me thet told ye, thet day when Aaron Capper an' them others come, thet ye couldn't refuse ter lead men but I told ye, too, ye war bounden ter lead 'em to'rds peace an' law.
"So he'd know it! So he'd know it! The man sits there and says 'so he'd know it'! And you call me a thickskull! Which yore head has got mine snowed under thataway. Can't you see, you droolin' fool, that now they'll know as much as we do?" "No, oh, no," Racey denied with a superior smile. "Not never a-tall. I ain't saying they mightn't know as much as you do by yoreself.
"Howdy yoreself," said the young man, looking down at her tenderly. "Bresh off yore pants an' set down," said the girl making room for him on the step. The young man did so, at the same time taking hold of her hand with awkward tenderness. "Jane," he said, "I jest can't wait fur my answer no longer! you got to tell me to-night, either one way or the other.
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