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When I tried to explain to the New Yorker that at a cost of one-tenth what the big hotels charge, you could go straight into the heart of the mountain western wilds, whether you are a man, woman, child, or group of all three could go straight out to the fabled wonders of big trees and mountain lakes and snowy peaks I was greeted with that peculiarly New Yorky look suggestive of Ananias and De Rougement.
She, too, had tried her hand at Guy with ludicrous unsuccess. And now, to be compared to her to be accused of looking "New Yorky!" Ah, there are times when husbands are obtuse; and Ransom, as he stood there, thick and yet juiceless, in his dry legal middle age, with his wiry dust-coloured beard, and his perpetual pince-nez, seemed to his wife a sudden embodiment of this traditional attribute.
"It's only a bluff of his. Don't let him scare you off." "He ain't scaring me off any," declared Yorky. "He's a spy, and he's getting what is coming to him. But you're a stranger too, Johnson. I don't trust you any not any farther than I can see you, my friend.
"Yorky" has always been a wonder, and his life a series of adventures and arduous tasks, which seem to prove that the loss of a limb has been compensated for by hardihood and resourcefulness worth a great deal more. "And laugh At gilded butterflies, and bear poor rogues Talk of Court news." There were but three men and a dog in the boat, but the boat was overburdened.
The men in it were Jed Briscoe and Yorky and Dick France "Stop," he cried hoarsely. "Is it your wound?" she said quickly. "No. That's all right. But you musn't tell " "I'm telling, to show whether I trust you. Jed and Yorky and Dick and Slim " She stopped to listen. Her father's voice was calling her. She rose from her seat. "Wait a moment.
"What are you going to do with him?" asked Yorky, with plain dissatisfaction. "I'm going to take him down to Gimlet Butte. Arizona and Wyoming and Texas will have to scrap it out for him there." "When, you get him there," Yorky said significantly. "Yes, when I get him there," answered the Texan blandly, carefully oblivious of the other's implication.
It's longer, but Yorky will be expecting us to take the short cut over the pass." The Norwegian agreed. "It bane von chance, anyhow." By unfrequented trails they traversed the valley till they reached the cañon down which poured Squaw Creek on its way to the outside world. A road ran alongside this for a mile or two, but disappeared into the stream when the gulch narrowed.
"Can't you see his laig got jammed till he's groggy? Wonder is, he didn't take the dust! They don't raise better riders than he is." "By hockey! He's all in. Look out! Jed's falling," France cried, running forward. It looked so for a moment, then Jed swam back to clear consciousness again, and waved them back. He began to use his quirt without mercy. "Might know he'd game it out," remarked Yorky.
Fact is, I induced him to locate at Yuma." Dick caught at the rope, but Yorky flung him roughly back. "This ain't your put in, France," he said. "It's up to Johnson." And to the latter: "Get busy, if you're going to." "He's a spy on you-all, just the same as he is on me," blurted the convict. "That's a lie, Struve," pronounced the lieutenant evenly.
"She got one glimpse of that red haid of Tex and the pore lady's took to the sage," explained Yorky. "And him scrubbed so shiny fust time since Christmas before the big blizzard," sighed Doc Rogers. "Shucks! She ain't scared of no sawed-off, hammered-down runt like Texas, No, siree! Miss Messiter's on the absent list 'cause she's afraid she cayn't resist the blandishments of Soapy.
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