A Protegee of Jack Hamlin's and Other Stories by Bret Harte
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tally with what the girl said about his arm. See! Ef that's the man,
I've heered he was the son of some big preacher in the States, and a college sharp to boot, who ran wild in 'Frisco, and played himself for all he was worth. They're the wust kind to kick when they once get a foot over the traces. For stiddy, comf'ble kempany," added Bill reflectively, "give ME the son of a man that was HANGED!" * Gambled at faro. "But what are you going to do about this?" "That depends upon the feller who comes to meet her." "But you ain't going to try to take him? That would be playing it pretty low down on them both." "Keep your hair on, Jimmy! The Judge and me are only going to rastle with the sperrit of that gay young galoot, when he drops down for his girl--and exhort him pow'ful! Ef he allows he's convicted of sin and will find the Lord, we'll marry him and the gal offhand at the next station, and the Judge will officiate himself for nothin'. We're goin' to have this yer elopement done on the square--and our waybill clean--you bet!" "But you don't suppose he'll trust himself in your hands?" "Polly will signal to him that it's all square." "Ah!" said the Expressman. Nevertheless in those few moments the men seemed to have exchanged dispositions. The Expressman looked doubtfully, |
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