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"It's Brocky Lane," returned Norton, and again his voice told of rigid muscles and hard eyes. "He's hurt bad, John. And, if we're to do him any good we'd better be about it." Engle said nothing. But the slow, deep breath he drew into his lungs could not have been more eloquent of his emotion had it been expelled in a curse. "I'll slip around the back way to the hotel," said Norton.
Their settlement was in fact a new march or borderland between conqueror and conquered; for here the impenetrable fastness of the Peak, the mass of Cannock Chase, and the broken country of Staffordshire enabled the Briton to make a fresh and desperate stand. It was probably this conquest of Mid-Britain by the Engle that roused the West-Saxons to a new advance.
Only bad thing 'bout it, Engle and Weaver are both in that race, and since I trimmed that gang of pirates with Elisha they've had it in for me. Their jockeys act like somebody's told 'em there's an open season on my hosses. They bump that little nigger of mine every chance they get. Pretty near put him into the fence twice last week." "Why don't you holler to the judges?"
And all of this hurt Norton's stanch friend, John Engle. All the more that he, too, saw signs of hesitancy which he found it hard to condone. "Let him alone," he said many a time. "Give him his chance and a free hand. He knows what he is doing." From that point he began to make excuses, first to himself and then to others.
For instance: 'A prudent man foreseeth the evil and hideth himself, but the simple pass on and are punished. I've told you this Engle melon ain't as ripe as they think it is. You be prudent and don't ask me how I know." "If the frame-up goes wrong, what'll win?" asked the Kid. "Well," said the old man, "my hoss Elijah's in that same race, but it's a little far for him.
After that they chatted lightly, Engle gradually withdrawing from the conversation and secretly watching the girl keenly, studying her play of expression, seeking, according to his habit, to make his guarded estimate of a new factor in his household. From Virginia's face his eyes went swiftly now and then to his daughter's, animated in her tête-
Engle so that she might present her letter, or, after the letter was presented, should Mrs. Engle introduce her to Mr. Norton? It did not suggest itself to her until they had passed from the street, through the cottonwoods and into the splendid living-room of the Engle home, that her escort was not dressed as she had imagined all civilized mankind dressed for a call.
Engle shook his head. "All questions for the district attorney later, Tom," he answered. "But, if you want any advice from me, here it is: Get Moraga out of the way on the jump. He is supposed to be in jail in the next county; he must have broken out. Send a man to Las Palmas to telephone to Sheriff Roberts; send Moraga along with him. And, whatever you do, keep Jim Galloway where you've got him.
It was the Sharpshooter, smiling like a cherub. "Well, now," said Curry, "I'll tell you 'bout me; I'm always trying, so I've always got a chance. Looks like the weight ought to stop the mare." "That's so," said Engle. "Betting much?" "Quite considerable for me, yes. Isaiah ain't a trick hoss, but he " "Oh, you go to the devil!" said Engle. But Old Man Curry crossed the track instead.
He explained, plunging into those matters which had absorbed his mind during so many hard hours, telling her how he had paid Carr twelve thousand and five hundred dollars when he had expected to pay only ten thousand, how he had been obliged to ride to San Juan for money, of his success with Engle, of his plans for sales, of cutting down his force of men; all that he had done and all that he hoped to do.
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