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He knows the ins and outs of this business." Dolan nodded. "Shore as yo're a foot high Dale gave him that black eye." "And shore as yo're a foot high he downed Dale." "I guess likely. But circumstantial evidence is amazing queer. You can't ever tell how the jury's gonna take it. But anyway we got McFluke, and he'll do to start in on." Entered then Kansas Casey with a serious face.
"McFluke," said Chuck, halting a yard from the bar, "did you sell any redeye to Old Man Dale to-day?" "What's that to you?" demanded McFluke, truculently. "Why, this," replied Chuck, producing a sixshooter so swiftly that McFluke blinked. "You listen to me," he resumed, harshly. "It don't matter whether you sold it to him or not. He got it here, and that's the main thing.
He's hotter than a wet wolf 'cause you didn't turn up here on time." "I ain't afraid of Jack." "'Course you ain't. But you know how Jack is. Even if it don't come to a showdown, there'll be words passed. And I don't wanna run any risk of you quitting the outfit. Every man is needed. You be sensible and stick here with McFluke three-four days like I say, and after that c'mon in to Farewell.
Don't you know anybody who's bigger sidewise than McFluke?" "I don't. Mac's the biggest man across the shoulders I ever seen." "Good enough, Peaches. I've found out what I wanted. I had a fair idea before, but now I know. I hear you were acting boisterious and noisy out front of the dance hall last night?" "What of it?" "Oh, nothin', nothin' a-tall.
Certainly the coming of Peaches Austin was most inopportune. Peaches Austin galloped up. He dismounted. He tied his horse. He greeted cheerily the glowering McFluke. The latter did not reply in kind. "This is a fine time for you to get here," he growled. "A fi-ine time." "Shut up, you fool!" cautioned Peaches in a low voice. "Ain't you got no better sense, with the old man "
This was news to Racey Dawson. "How long has McFluke been runnin' a wheel?" inquired Racey. "Quite a while," was the vague reply. "A year?" "Maybe longer. I dunno." "Funny it never got round." "It was a private wheel. Only for his friends. Nothin' public about it." "Who used to play it besides you?" persisted Racey, hanging to his subject like a bull-pup to a tramp's trousers. Mr.
"Don't let the old man worry you," yapped McFluke. "The old man has done flitted. And Jack's been here and he's done flitted." "Whose hoss is that?" demanded Peaches, evidently referring to Racey's mount. "One of the boys," replied McFluke. "One o' Jack's friends. C'mon in." Entered then Peaches Austin, a lithe, muscular person with pale eyes and a face the colour of a dead fish's belly.
I'm telling you if he gets any more I'm gonna make you hard to find." "Is that a threat or a promise?" inquired McFluke. "Don't do that," Racey said, suddenly, as his hand shot out and pinned fast the right wrist of Peaches Austin. "C'mon outside now, where we can talk. Right through the door. To yore left. Aw right, now they can't hear us. Lookit, they ain't any call for a gunplay, none whatever.
The drably ancient and moth-eaten story with which every unsuccessful gambler seeks to establish an alibi. "Whose wheel was it?" said Racey. "Lacey's at Marysville." "In the back room of the Sweet Dreams, huh? An' there's nothing crooked about Lacey's wheel, either. It's as square as Lacey himself." "Lacey's wasn't the only wheel. They was McFluke's, too." So McFluke had a wheel, had he?
But alla same you need considerable of a coolin' off yoreself. Just you stay out here now and watch me get Morgan away." Racey nodded blithely to Peaches Austin, and turned to go into the house. He saw that Chuck Morgan had come outside, that he had brought McFluke with him, and was observing events with a cold and calculating eye.
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