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"I know her," nodded Madison. "Pretty girl and all right, Flopper. But mind what you're doing, that's all. I don't want any complications to queer things around here understand? But let's get down to the business that I came out about the lay from now on. You can put Helena wise." "Sure," said the Flopper earnestly. "Well then, listen," said Madison.
His eyes, following the hurrying passengers, fixed on the twisted shape of the Flopper, being helped to the platform from the private car. "Three cheers for Coogan!" yelled some excitable passenger. The cheers were given with a will. "Good luck to you, Coogan!" shouted another and the crowd took it up in chorus: "Good luck to you, Coogan!" "Coogan!" Mr.
Beside it a white streak, a flying, silvery mane Glory was running! Happy Jack gave a raucous yell. Lifting reluctantly, the dust gave hazy glimpses of a long, black body hugging jealously close to earth, its rider lying low upon the straining neck that was Flopper and Bert.
The Flopper pushed back his chair and stood up hesitantly like a man unexpectedly called upon for an after-dinner speech. He stood there awkwardly a moment gazing at Doc Madison, his tongue slowly circling his lips; then, with a gulp, as though words to express his feelings were utterly beyond him, he turned and started for the door. Pale Face Harry, as he rose, shoved out his hand.
And from the minute you buy your ticket, you keep your bones, or whatever a beneficent nature has given you in place of them, out of joint see?" "I'm hip," declared the Flopper and the dog-like admiration for Doc Madison burned in his eyes. "Say, Doc, youse are de " "Never mind, Flopper," Madison cut in brightly. "It's getting late. Now, Harry, about you. You've got a name, I believe.
"What's them?" inquired the Flopper. "I don't know exactly," Madison answered. "I never saw any, but I believe they have such things. Been asking for me, has he? Well, I'll fix it to see him to-morrow. Where did you say Helena had gone?" "I said she was out," said the Flopper. "If you ask me where, I'd say de same place as last night an' de night before down to dat private car wid his nibs.
Upon the ground squatted the Flopper, his eyes sweeping the ring of faces that was like a wall around him the grinning faces of his fellow passengers from the train; the stony, concerned and rather sullen faces of the men of Needley; the anxious, excited faces of the women; the bewildered, curious and somewhat frightened faces of the children, who pushed and shoved their elders for better vantage ground.
Bert Rogers said something savage and set his weight upon the bit till Flopper, snorting and disgusted for a horse knows when he is beaten took shorter leaps, stiffened his front legs and stopped, digging furrows with his feet. Glory sailed on down the trail, scattering Mrs. Jenson's chickens and jumping clean over a lumbering, protesting sow.
The Flopper tucked the clipping into the mysterious recess of his shirt. "Say," he said earnestly, "if you say so, Doc, it'll be here when dey plant me." "All right, Flopper," nodded Doc Madison. "And now let's get down to cases. I've been able to pay my club dues lately, and there's money enough on deck to buy the costumes and put the show on the road.
The Flopper looked at Mrs. Thornton gratefully, and at Mr. Thornton thoughtfully. "T'anks!" said the Flopper pleasantly and wriggled himself into a more comfortable position in his chair.
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