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Masculine strength, exercised apologetically, availed but little, and I have seen Russell Peters and Gene Hollister retire from such encounters humiliated and weeping. She never caught Ralph; his methods of torture were more intelligent and subtle than Gene's and Russell's, but she was his equal when it came to a question of tongues.
Why isn't it his game to persuade you of my secret knowledge of Gene's guilt? Why " "So, that's " "Let me say what I started," she in turn interrupted him. "As one of the reporters pointed out, why isn't it his game to try to make a fool of you?" The smile with which she recommended that rumour to his attention incensed him further. It patronized him.
A peremptory knock recalled her from her world of happy thoughts. "Entrez," she added, thinking it was one of 'Gene's jokes. The door opened. Into the room trooped a throng of men, resplendent in black and gold, silver and gray. Her eyes opened in astonishment; so did theirs. Her lips, parted to speak, could only gasp; so could theirs. The surprise was apparently mutual.
She churned meditatively, looking off towards the mountain where the Eagle Rocks heaved themselves up stiff and straight and high. 'Gene's mother came to the door, asked if the butter was coming all right, looked at her, and said, "My! Nelly, you get better looking every day you live," and went back to her bread-baking. Nelly went on with her reflections about 'Gene.
I cried finally, with sudden inspiration. It turned out that he did not. "Aren't we darned idiots," he asked, "to get fighting over something we don't know anything about?" That was Gene's French blood, of course. But his question rankled.
And that hateful old Mrs. Hewitt, just after they'd moved back to Ashley, didn't she have to go and tell her about 'Gene's being born too soon after his father and mother were married? 'Gene took it from his mother she supposed; he wa'an't to blame, really. But she hoped Addie and Ralph would be like her folks. Not but what the Powerses were good-hearted enough.
"Give me a few days to straighten up, then I'll come." IX. The New Foreman Toward the end of the week Stillwell informed Madeline that Stewart had arrived at the ranch and had taken up quarters with Nels. "Gene's sick. He looks bad," said the old cattleman. "He's so weak an' shaky he can't lift a cup. Nels says that Gene has hed some bad spells. A little liquor would straighten him up now.
"That's their way. Otherwise three cowboys couldn't bluff a whole gang like that. Gene knows the nature of Greasers. They're white-livered. But I reckon we're in more danger now than before, unless we get a good start down the mountain. There! Gene's callin'. Come! Hurry!" Helen had slipped down from her vantage-point, and therefore had not seen the last act in that little camp-fire drama.
They was playin' right there on a pile of pole-wood 'Gene's brought in from the woods and ain't got sawed up into stove-lengths yet. I didn't want to take no chances; maybe they wouldn't ha' moved quick enough when their papa yelled to them. No, ma'am, I made 'em come in, and here they'll stay. Nelly, she's out there, walkin' round and round watchin' 'Gene.
I cried finally, with sudden inspiration. It turned out that he did not. "Aren't we darned idiots," he asked, "to get fighting over something we don't know anything about?" That was Gene's French blood, of course. But his question rankled.
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