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"Stop or we'll shoot your horses," Biggs demanded. "They'll have to pass close to the load," Harry whispered. "I'll jump on behind Biggs as he goes by." The words were scarcely out of his mouth when Harry sprang off the load, catching Biggs's shoulders and landing squarely on the rump of his horse. It was a rough minute that followed.
She hasn't a dry rag on her. Her umbrella is lost. She wants to go to Widow Biggs's. The agent says it is not far from the Crompton Place. Can't we take her? Of course we can. I'll go for her." He hurried off as well as he could, leaving Howard in no very amiable frame of mind.
She managed, however, to get into a chair, and took the coffee, and submitted to have her ankle bathed and bandaged and her foot slipped into an old felt shoe of Mrs. Biggs's, which was out at the toe and out at the side, but did not pinch at all. "Your dress ain't dry. You'll catch your death of cold to have it on. You must wear one of mine," Mrs.
But for once the onlookers were disappointed. Rufford was calmly relighting his cigar, and when he had sufficiently cursed the bar-room audience for not being game enough to stop the interference, he kicked Schleisinger's dog, and turned his back upon Biggs's and its company.
"About ten o'clock I was playin' pool in Rafferty's place with the butt end of the cue. After that, things got kind o'hazy." "Well, I want you to buckle down and think hard. Don't you remember going over to Cat Biggs's about noon, and sitting down at one of the empty card-tables to drink yourself stiff?"
"I suppose it's no business of yours, Berry," said Biggs, thumping away all the while, and laid on worse and worse. Little boys always like to see a little companion of their own soundly beaten. "There!" said Berry, looking into Biggs's face, as much as to say, "I've gone and done it;" and he added to the brother, "Scud away, you little thief; I've saved you this time."
I remember when you said that Biggs's nieces were at the bottom of your troubles, I asked whether it might be this one." "So you did, old chap; and I replied that I hoped not. So you need not shake your gory locks at me, my boy." "But I don't like the looks of it." "Neither do I." "Yes, but you see it looks as though she had been already set apart for you especially."
As once before, and under somewhat less hazardous conditions, he came up behind Rufford, and again the gambler felt the pressure of cold metal against his spine. "It ain't an S-wrench this time, Bart," he said gently, and the crowd on Biggs's doorstep roared its appreciation of the joke. Then: "Keep your hands right where they are, and side-step out o' Mr. Lidgerwood's way that's business."
" said the gentleman from the boot-shop. "Ah! you'd want to take a thing or two with YOU," retorted "The Blue Posts," "if you was a-going to cross the Atlantic in a small boat." "They ain't a-going to cross the Atlantic," struck in Biggs's boy; "they're a-going to find Stanley." By this time, quite a small crowd had collected, and people were asking each other what was the matter.
Then she wondered if she would ever see the lady and thank her in person, or go to the Crompton House; and if her trunk would ever come from the station, so that she could divest herself of the detestable cotton gown and put on something more becoming, which would show him she was not quite so much a guy as she looked in Mrs. Biggs's wardrobe. The him was Jack, not Howard.
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