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He that takes exception to this custom and horns in on what cannot rightfully be termed his particular business, will find public opinion dead against him and his journey unseasonably full of incident. Racey moved a leg. "This him, stranger?" "Shore it's him!" he declared. "Whatell you hidin' him for? Get outa the way!" Whereupon the burly youth advanced upon Racey. This was different. Oh, quite.
Racey, with real tears in his eyes, looked up at Swing and guggled, "I'm sho shleepy!" Then he laid his head upon his arms and slept. Luke Tweezy did not attempt to awaken him. Swing Tunstall advised against it. Luke Tweezy and he had a parting drink together.
"I did hear more," I said in a low voice, "I heard about our going to uncle Geoff's. Mother, is uncle Geoff nice?" "Very," said mother. "But, Audrey, you must go to sleep, dear." "Yes, mother, I will in one minute," I said. "But do tell me just one thing, please do." Mother turned towards me again. She had just been preparing to lift Racey. "Well, dear?" she said.
Racey went out, being careful to close the door tightly, and went to the room of the Starlight's owner. This room, too, was empty. Racey returned to his own room, tossed his cantenas and saddlebags on the cot, and began feverishly to paw through their contents. Nothing had been subtracted from or added to the heterogeneous collection of articles in the cantenas.
Only by his superior agility was Racey enabled to dodge all save a few drops of a full bucket of water. "Djever get left! Djever get left!" singsonged Racey from the corner of the building, and set the thumb of one hand to his nose and twiddled opprobrious fingers at his comrade. "You wanna be a li'l bit quicker when you go to souse me, Swing. Yo're too slow, a lot too slow. Yep.
He held up the finger-tip for the sheriff's inspection. The tip was black with the dust of weeks. "That door has been wedged back all this hot weather," said Racey, gently. "Look at the dust under the door on both sides of the wedge, too. Bet that wedge ain't been out of place for a month." Softly as he spoke McFluke heard him. " you!
He had no cause to feel affection for either man. But there was the "something else" besides the spite in those eyes. That was what interested Racey. "You come here special to tell me this?" said Racey, staring. "Not me," denied Rack Slimson. "I was just passing by, and I thought I'd let you know." "Just bein' neighbourly, huh?" "I dunno as I'd go so far as to say that."
After Kansas went for you I found these here on the floor." Here he produced from a pocket a bent and twisted piece of baling-wire, and a steel half-moon horse-collar needle. "That's a Number Six needle," observed the sheriff, who invariably scented clues in the most unpromising objects. "And the point's broke off." "Number Six is a common size," said Racey. "Most stores carry 'em.
"You see how it is," Racey indicated to the man on the ground. "It's the lady's dog. You can go now." The burly youth stared stupidly. "You heard what I said," Racey told him, impatiently. "G'on. Go some'ers else. Get outa here." "Say," remarked the burly youth in what was intended to be a menacing growl, "this party ain't over yet."
You got brains, and you can bet you'll need every single one of 'em if you wanna get to the bottom of this business." "Under the circumstances, then, what's yore advice, Judge?" "I ain't got no particular advice to give," replied Dolan, promptly. "I'm a judge, not a lawyer, but I'm free to say even if I was a lawyer, I dunno exactly what I'd do, or where I'd begin." Racey nodded.
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