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"Still I wouldn't know the name McFluke," maintained Mr. Pooley. "I'm sorry, Mr. Pooley," said Racey, rising to his feet. "I shore am." "Don't strain yoreself," advised Mr. Pooley, making a brave rustle among the papers on his desk. "I won't," Racey said, turning at the door to bestow a last! grin upon Mr. Pooley. "So long. Glad I called." Mr. Pooley laughed outright.
Then for the first time Halloway said anything that might have been construed as a compliment to the girl and he disarmed it of too great significance with a quizzical smile. "I reckon, Alexander, thar hain't nothin' better then a good man an' ye've done proved yoreself one but afore God thar's a mighty outstandin' woman wasted when ye does hit." Alexander flushed.
But only in the regular course of business, Luke. I'm mighty busy just now. Yore eviction notice will have to take its turn." "My punchers will throw 'em out then," averred Lanpher. "They ain't nary a one of 'em would gorm up their paws on a job like that for you, Lanpher," Alicran stated in no uncertain tones. "If you got any dirty work to do you'll do it yoreself."
"Some enemy laywayed him an' I saved his life ... but he wedded ther gal I aimed ter marry ... an' then he tuck up false suspicions ergin me outen jealousy ... so long es he lives over thar, I kain't feel no true safety." "Why hain't ye nuver dealt with him yoreself, then?" inquired Turk, and the other shook his head with an indulgent smile.
"Which yo're the most nervous gent I ever did see. The hotel ain't close enough for anybody to hear a word, and there's only hosses in the corral. Get a-hold of yoreself. Don't be so skittish." "I ain't skittish. I'm sensible. I know " Lanpher broke off abruptly. "What do you know?" "What yo're due to find out." "Now lookit here, Mr.
"What you doing, Luke?" he demanded. "Luke's lost a nickel, Red." Racey answered for the lawyer. "And a nickel, you know yoreself, is worth all of five cents." "I lost some money," grumbled Luke. "But you said you lost it when you tripped and fell," said Racey. "And you fell outside." "I lost it here," Luke said, shortly. "I don't giveadamn where you lost it or what you lost," declared Red Kane.
"I 'lowed I mout ef so be I got asked." "Well ye gits asked ter go on home, Bas. I'm askin' ye now an' hereatter ye needn't bother yoreself ter be quite so neighbourly. Hit mout mek talk ef ye stayed away altogether but stay away a heap more than what ye've been doin'." The other rose with a darkening face.
"Wa'al what seems ridic'lous to one body sometimes seems right sensible ter another." "Hit sounded mighty foolish-like ter me," she insisted, then, as if in after thought, she added, "but I'd hate mightily ter hev ye think I wasn't willin' ter give ye all ther rope ye wants ter hang yoreself with. Come on over, Bas, whenever ye've a mind ter. Ef ye kin convert me, do hit an' welcome."
"In about two weeks we'll have a new marshal an' he'll shore be a dandy." "Yes? Why don't yu take th' job yoreself? We're with yu." "Better man comin'. Ever hear of Buck Peters or Red Connors of th' Bar-20, Texas?" "Buck Peters? Seems to me I have. Did he punch fer th' Tin-Cup up in Montana, 'bout twenty years back?" "Shore!
Hawks let out a cowboy yell at sight of them, jumped up, and pulled Dud down beside him among the boulders. "Never expected to see you lads again alive an' kickin' after you an' the Utes started that footrace. I'll bet neither one of you throwed down on yoreself when you was headin' for the willows. Gee, I'm plumb glad to see you." "We're right glad to be here, Buck," acknowledged Dud.
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