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When I went away, a few moments later, and left him still intermittently chuckling, the impression remained with me that he had had some such deprecatory and surreptitious thought. Two or three days after that, as I started down-town from Mrs. Apperthwaite's, Beasley came out of his gate, bound in the same direction.
His partner, Pete they struck a partnership, those two why, I guess he's seein' to him. 'Tain't on'y a scratch." The Padre set his glass down. He had not drunk his liquor at a gulp like the other. "Pity," he said, his eyes turned again to the blood-stained floor. "I s'pose it was the women I mean the cause?" The man's manner was so disarming that Beasley felt quite safe in "opening out."
Beasley chuckled across at him, and the sound of his mirth infuriated Buck. He understood the laugh and the meaning underlying it. "Buck turned wet nurse," cried the ex-Churchman, as he beheld the sudden flush on the youngster's face. "You can ke'p your durned talk," Buck cried. "You Beasley and the lot of you," he went on recklessly. "She's no ord'nary gal; she's she's a lady."
"You never heard of it before?" "Never in my life." "You've lived next door to Mr. Beasley a long time, haven't you?" "All my life." "And I suppose you must know him pretty well." "What next?" she said, smiling. "You said he lived there all alone," I went on, tentatively. "Except for an old colored couple, his servants." "Can you tell me " I hesitated. "Has he ever been thought well, 'queer'?"
Her name's Deborah Beasley, she's a widow over to East Trumet, and if I don't miss my guess, she's in the depot wagon now headed in this direction." Captain Cy whistled. Mr. Tidditt was too much surprised to do even that.
Old Erskine Beasley took command. "What difference does it make, as Stocking says. We've got live men and women and children to think about to-day," he said. "Straighten him out decent. Then divide and go around the fire both ways. The alarm can't travel half fast enough for this breeze, and it's rising, too," he added. "But I tell you !" Jeffrey began again. Then he saw how useless it was.
Indeed the boys, who had seen the collection in the Metropolitan Museum, could not help smiling to themselves, as the same thought struck each of them. "Well, Beasley," exclaimed Barr suddenly, "I'm as sharp set as a Long Island fox. Let's have a bite of breakfast and then we can get down to business." From Mr.
The team had remained at the farm, likewise the teamster. Only the fact that daylight that morning had brought the man into camp for a supply of fodder and provisions had supplied them with the news of his presence in the district. This had happened before Beasley was up. With this Beasley went back to the saloon, where his dinner was served him in the bar.
"Say, you ain't goin' to butt in with two folks courtin'?" cried Beasley, blandly innocent. But Pete had no reply. He drained his third drink and, flinging the glass down, bolted out of the bar; while Beasley turned with a malicious chuckle, and scrupulously entered up three drinks against the man's name on the slate. "I'd give somethin' to see it," he muttered.
"Not unless Anson goes. I told John thet in case there was no fight on the stage to make a bee-line back to Pine. He was to tell Al an' offer his services along with Joe an' Hal." "One way or another, then, there's bound to be blood spilled over this." "Shore! An' high time. I jest hope I get a look down my old 'forty-four' at thet Beasley."
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