The Heart of the Range by William Patterson White
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give him the benefit of our services."
"But I thought we figured not to ride for him," said the now thoroughly bewildered Swing. "Of course we ain't. In words of one syllable, Swing, I want to find out if it is the Bar S Jack Harpe's going against. Well, then, we knowing what we know, and Jack Harpe knowing what we know he knows, if he turns us down to-morrow after offering us the job yesterday, it'll not only give us the absolute proof we want, but it'll make him turn his wolf loose P D Q. And that last will be good medicine, because if I'm any judge he ain't ready to start anything yet awhile, and I notice when a gent ain't ready and has to jump anyhow he's a heap likely to fall down and smear himself all over the landscape." "The man's right," said Swing. "But it's the oddest number alla same I ever did see. All kinds of clues to a crime, and no crime yet." "It'll come," said Racey Dawson, grimly. "Jack Harpe is one bad actor." "What you got against him--I mean, anything particular besides yore natural dislike?" Swing Tunstall at times was blessed with flashes of penetrating shrewdness. "I ain't got any use for him, thassall." Much emphasis on the part of Racey Dawson. Swing nodded. "See him at Moccasin Spring?" was his drawled question. |
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