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You came into this valley with a lie on your lips. We played you for a friend, and you played us for suckers. All the time you was in a deal with the sheriff for you know what. I hate a spy like I do a rattlesnake." It was the man Yorky that spoke. Steve's eyes met his. "So I'm a spy, am I?" "You know best." "Anyhow, you're going to shoot me first, and find out afterward?" "Wrong guess.
"Yes, of course," interposed Plunkett hastily; "but you know, Yorky, you got out of it well! You've sold 'em too. We've both got em on a string now you and me got to stick together now. You did it well, Yorky: you did it well. Why, when you said you'd seen me in York City, I'm d d if I didn't" "Didn't what?" said York gently; for the old man had stopped with a pale face and wandering eye. "Eh?"
"It was him that ambushed you this morning. I hadn't a thing to do with it." "Don't lie, you coward." They carried the body to the next room and put it on a bed. Tommie was dispatched on a fast horse for help. Late in the afternoon he brought back with him Doctor Lee, and half an hour after sunset Yorky and Slim galloped up.
It was a desperate struggle for a one-armed man to cling to and clamber up the side of the boat, but "Yorky" has never yet failed when his life was at stake. He won the deck at last, but at the expense of a broken rib and the flesh on the best part of his side tom bare to the bones. Still dazed, he chanced to look over the side, where he saw his mate's head bobbing up and down in the water.
"We're bound to meet up with them. That's all there is to it." "Yorky," whispered Howard, in the ranger's ear. They rode past in pairs, six of them in all. As chance would have it, Siegfried's pony, perhaps recognizing a friend among those passing, nickered shrilly its greeting. Instantly, the riders drew up. "Where did that come from?" Yorky asked, in a low voice. "From over to the right.
"What's the matter with all of us going in on this thing, lieutenant?" proposed Yorky. "I never did see such a fellow for necktie parties as you are, Yorky. Not three weeks ago, you was invitin' me to be chief mourner at one of your little affairs, and your friend Johnson was to be master of ceremonies. Now you've got the parts reversed. No, I reckon we'll have to disappoint you this trip."
Winters' little apartment, that all the friends who come to her to be fed and bedded and patronized tell her is so charmingly New Yorky because of her dear little kitchenette with the asthmatic gas-plates, the imitation English plate-rail around the dining-room wall, the bookcase with real books a countable number of them and on top of it the genuine signed photograph of Caruso for which Mrs.
I'm going to lift the blame from the boys that were present, and couldn't help what happened." Yorky was impressed, but suspicion was not yet banished from his mind. "You seem to know a lot about it, lieutenant." "No use discussing that, Yorky. I know what I know.
"Do you lie down and let Mr. Bannister and his kind drive their sheep over you?" "Do we, Soapy?" grinned Texas. Yet it seemed to her his smile was not quite carefree. "I'm not a cowman myself," explained Soapy to the girl. "Nor do I run sheep. "Tell Miss Messiter what yore business is, Soapy," advised Yorky from the end of the table, with a mouthful of biscuit swelling his cheeks.
I see men there now See! Up against that hill." Slim pointed toward the group in the shadow. Yorky hailed them. "That you, Sig?" "Yuh bane von good guesser," answered the Norwegian. "How many of you are there?" "Four, Yorky," Fraser replied. "There are six of us. We've got you outnumbered, boys." Very faintly there came to the lieutenant the beat of horses' feet. He sparred for time.
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