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I don't reckon Elisha will be less'n 20 to 1. There goes the gong at the boarding house. Might as well eat with me and nurse that seven dollars all you can." The Bald-faced Kid rose with alacrity and bowed low, his hand upon his heart. "You are the ideal host," said he, "and I am the ideal hostee! I could eat a horse and chase the driver. Lead the way, old-timer!"
Say, old-timer, ain't you going to tell me what's happened to Eliphaz?" "No, but I'll tell you what Solomon says 'bout a loose tongue, my son." Old Man Curry paused, for he was addressing the vanishing coat tails of a much-disgusted young man. The Bald-faced Kid took himself off in a highly inflamed state of mind, and the patriarch, looking after him, shook his head sorrowfully.
There was one who was hit hardest of all, a youth of pleasing appearance who drew several pasteboards from his pocket and scowled at them for a moment before he ripped them to bits and hurled the fragments into the air. "Cleaned out! Busted!" ejaculated the Bald-faced Kid bitterly. "The old scoundrel double-crossed me!"
I'd just been t' hev a pint it was half after ten i' the fore-noon, when I hev my pint as reg'lar as the clock and I says to Knowles, as druv up with his waggon, 'You'll get a bit o' barley to-day, Knowles, I says, 'if you look about you'; and then I went round by the rick-yard, and towart the Treddles'on road, and just as I come up by the big ash-tree, I see the man i' top-boots coming along on a bald-faced hoss I wish I may never stir if I didn't.
"Well, Frank," said he, "you know something. What is it?" "I know Miles is trying to buy the black horse for Al Engle." Old Man Curry's fist thumped upon his knee. "Engle! How did you find that out, son?" The Bald-faced Kid grinned. "Everybody ain't as close-mouthed as you are, old-timer.
Most of the ads in the professional journals read "State salary desired," which was nothing more than economic blackmail a bald-faced attempt to get as much for as little as possible. Kennon grimaced wryly. He'd be damned if he'd sell his training for six thousand a year. Slave labor, that's what it was. There were a dozen ads like that in the Journal.
It was better to turn back and wait his chances to strike again, Ray argued, than to walk bald-faced into death. Sometime Ben must return to the claim: a chance might come to lay him low. Besides, ever it seemed more probable that the river had claimed him. One rainy, disagreeable morning, as they camped beside the river near the mouth of a small creek, affairs reached their crisis.
What are you goin' to do when they run 'em in and out like that?... Say, Kid, was that Elijah or was it another one of them Bible beetles? I didn't get a good look at him." The Bald-faced Kid stole a sidelong glance at Squeaking Henry. "Neither did I," said he. "Why don't you ask Old Man Curry which horse it was? He'd tell you. He's just foolish enough to do it."
The Bald-faced Kid drew out the leather-backed volume which was his constant companion, and began to thumb the leaves rapidly. "You're always heaving your friend Solomon at me. I'll give you a quotation I got out of the Fourth Reader at school something about judging the future by the past.
The bald-faced horse made a number of evolutions and returned beside the wagon. "Showin' off," remarked Lin. "Tommy's showin' off." Suspicion crossed his face, and then certainty. "Why, we might have knowed that!" he exclaimed, in dudgeon. "It's her." He hastened outside for a better look, and I came to the door myself. "That's what it is," said he. "It's the girl. Oh yes.
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