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I'd be talked about in some places." She laid her hands on the shoulders of her guest, her face beaming. "Now, ef you want to primp up a little an' bresh that hoss-hair off'n yore pants, go in yore room. It's at the end o' the back porch. Alf's already tuck yore saddle-bags thar." His room was a small one. It had a sloping ceiling, and a little six-paned window.
Larry's wide mouth curved in a slow grin, and he nodded his close-cropped head; said he: "Say, Kiddo, you know Young Alf's a punishin' fighter, I guess; you know as nobody's never stopped him yet, don't yer; you know as you're givin' him six pounds say, you ain't scared, are ye?" "Scared?" repeated Spike, frowning. "Do I look like I was scared?
They heard Monty Scruggs's baritone call: "Say, Alf, did you see me salt that feller that's bin yellin' and cussin' at me over there? He's cussin' now for something else. I think I got him right where he lived." "I wasn't paying any attention to you," Alf's fine tenor replied, as his rammer rang in his barrel. "I've got business o' my own to 'tend to.
Don't kindle a fire, unless you want to get lagged. And Priestley would get to the boundary by ten o'clock on the morrow, without the loss of a beast; thanking heaven that he had n't been escorted by Arblaster or Butler, and racking his invention to provide for the coming night. One more little incident enlivened the monotony of my journey to Alf's hut.
It was quite dark and he could not see what the old fellow was doing, though he evidently was doing nothing about shoving off and getting under way. At last he limped over and peered into Alf's face. "Ten sen," he said. "Yes, I know, ten sen," Alf answered carelessly. "But hurry up. American schooner." "Ten sen. You pay now," the old fellow insisted.
I like to hear the people round me. This was not altogether true. The blind in the first stages of their infirmity dislike those who can move with a free stride and unlifted arms but Dick had no earthly desire to go to the Parks. Once and only once since Maisie had shut her door he had gone there under Alf's charge. Alf forgot him and fished for minnows in the Serpentine with some companions.
"Wall, if you air hongry and hanker atter hog, why don't you go back yander and git a piece that we've jest roasted?" Alf's hand closed about the barrels of his gun, and strongly he pulled, but I loosened his grip and whispered: "Let them go. There is no honor and very little revenge in shooting a brute."
"You always were.... I wonder Alf's never seen it long ago...." At this moment, with electrifying suddenness, Pa put down his tankard. "What, ain't you gone yet?" he trembled. "I thought you was going out!" "How did he know!" They all looked sharply at one another, sobered.
Up to that day he had conversed entirely through the medium of Anders, but as that useful man was now in Alf's boat, the Captain was left to his own resources, and got on much better than he had expected. Chingatok turned his eyes from the horizon on which they had been fixed, and looked dreamily at the Captain when asked what he was thinking about.
Just then that task was hardly welcome to the cook, but he was a man of nerve, and, in addition, he reasoned that Reade must know what he was talking about. So Leon crossed the room with an air of unconcern. "Here's your rattlesnake, I reckon," growled the cook, picking up Alf's dropped cigarette and tossing it toward the boy. "That's the only rattlesnake on the Range," Tom pursued.
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