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Half-way over the clearing he stopped with a cry of pain, and the herald's mission was forgotten in the search for a thorn. The picture of Stacy Shunk balancing on one foot while he nursed the other in his hands made the Professor laugh hilariously and he called to him to hurry. But Stacy would come no farther.
But my love for Miss Stacy stood the test and I did. It's really wonderful, Marilla, what you can do when you're truly anxious to please a certain person." "Well, I guess I'll light the lamp and get to work," said Marilla. "I see plainly that you don't want to hear what Miss Stacy had to say. You're more interested in the sound of your own tongue than in anything else."
"Hullo, I guess the crowd is sleeping late this morning," he muttered. Then he halted. His eyes rested on the 'possum sack that he had left in the tent of the Rangers the night before. A broad grin spread over his face. "I guess they won't be playing monkeyshines on Stacy Brown right away. I wonder if they got bitten much? I'm all swelled up where the insects made a meal on my skin. Hullo!
A man named Elias Stacy, armed with a shot-gun, fired at Miller just as he was mounting his horse, filling Clell’s face full of bird shot. Manning took a shot at Pitts’ horse, killing it, which crippled us badly. Meantime the street was getting uncomfortably hot.
I tell yuh I'm afraid!" His voice rose to a shriek. "There's murder on my soul, and there'll be more. Quick! Quick!" "Is there anything I can do?" The Kid asked, generous even to a fallen enemy such as Goliday. "Yes," Goliday groaned. "All my men aren't in town. I sent Steve Stacy and Ed Mullhall down to the S Bar a little while ago to do away with Mrs. Thomas. Stop 'em! Stop 'em!
This jolt nearly broke Stacy Brown in two. "That was the blow that near killed papa," grinned the lad. "I never knew I could do that. I reckon. I'll be having some fun with this outfit. Yes, I'll try it on right now." Stacy spurred his pony close up to the leaders. The lad's face was solemn, but it shone like an Eskimo's after a full meal of blubber. Ned Rector was next ahead of the fat boy.
Stacy, with a show of importance, led the way, keeping a wary eye out for the enemy. It was noticed, however, that each of the lads held his rifle ready for business in case there should be an enemy about. "There! I was standing right over there I guess." "You guess! Don't you know?" questioned the Professor. "Yes; that's the place."
"What is it?" questioned Professor Zepplin sharply. "Did any of you folks remove the ham and the other stuff from the line last night?" asked Butler. "No," replied Ned. "Of course not. You were the last one to attend to those things," said the Professor. "I helped him tie them up," interjected "Walter. "And and I watched him them do it," added Stacy.
Were the butt of that giant tree to settle down now, it would crush them. The boys stepped inside. They could see but a few feet ahead of them, but saw that they were in a huge crevice in the rocks, a sort of cave formed by the splitting apart of the rocks themselves, perhaps from some long past earthquake disturbance. "Light a match, Stacy." The fat boy did so.
There was mischief in his eyes, which were fixed on the table, neatly set for the evening meal. "You start right after me. They'll be surprised to see a procession of ponies going over the table, won't they?" "Somebody'll be surprised. May not be the Professor and Santa Claus, though," growled Ned. Stacy had his own ideas on this question, but he did not confide them to his companion.
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