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There was a stir within and then an old woman, bent with age and with a wicked look in her sharp, yellowish eyes, came to answer his summons. "Is this Mother Matterson's place?" he asked. "Yes, I'm Mother Matterson," squeaked the old woman. "Who are you and what do you want?" "My name is Lew Flapp.
"But remember, Lew, that he is revengeful and you must be on the lookout," said Betty gravely as she recalled the malignant gleam in Miller's eyes. "He's dangerous only like a moccasin snake that hides in the grass." "Am I all right? Do I look mussed or or excited or anything?" asked Betty. Lewis smiled as she turned round for his benefit.
They had crept frightfully close to the trail in the leaves. Then he sprang forward at top speed. His face was white. "I've got to reach him before the fire gets him," he sobbed. He kept peering through the smoke. "There's another header shooting out toward that log," he said, "but I won't leave the trail. I might miss Lew." The trail led straight toward the log. Charley increased his speed.
A man can get so excited over some trifle that a bullet will plow through his flesh without his noticing it. Pain comes afterward. Pain is always an awakening. Natalie was excited at the sudden presence of Lew and at the wonder of his tale.
These rough border men know little of refinement like that with which you have been familiar. Some of them are quiet and never speak unless addressed; their simplicity is remarkable; Lew Wetzel and your brother Jonathan, when they are not fighting Indians, are examples. On the other hand, some of them are boisterous and if they get anything to drink they will make trouble for you.
"Nigh on to thirty-five dollars," answered Aaron Fairchild. "How much did you lose altogether? "About a hundred an' sixty dollars' worth." "Then the real thief kept about a hundred and twenty-five dollars' worth for himself," said Tom. "There can be no doubt but that one of our enemies did this," said Sam. "The question is, which one?" "Perhaps Dan Baxter or Lew Flapp," suggested Dick.
Both boys stopped dead in their tracks and looked questioningly at each other. "Timber thieves!" said Charley in a low voice. His cheeks paled a trifle. Then a look of determination came into his eyes. "What shall we do?" asked Lew in a loud whisper. "I don't know," replied Charley. "But we'll find out what they are doing. Then we can decide what to do ourselves."
Lew was telling how you kept cleaning up, and he said right along that they was taking too much risk having you around. Lew said he bet you was a detective. Are you, Mr. Birnie?" Bud was riding with his shoulders sagged forward, his thoughts with Marian wherever she was. He had been convinced that she was not at Little Lost, that she had started for Laramie.
He proceeded to pound the man's features while Lew stamped on the outlying portions of his anatomy. Chivalry is not a strong point in the composition of the average drummer-boy. He fights, as do his betters, to make his mark. Ghastly was the ruin that escaped, and awful was the wrath of the Bazar-Sergeant.
Of course some of the defeated candidates were bitterly disappointed, but they did their best to hide their true feelings. William Philander Tubbs had declined to vote and Lew Flapp and Gus Pender had kept entirely out of sight while the voting was going on. The two cronies took themselves to the gymnasium and there declared their hatred of Dick Rover.
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