Good men and true, and Hit the line hard — John Shaqi
Good men and true, and Hit the line hardRhodes, Eugene Manlove
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Good men and true, and Hit the line hard
Rhodes, Eugene Manlove
Cowboys -- Fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; New Mexico -- Fiction; Western stories
“So he does! I hadn’t seen through that at all,” said George. “Thank
you. That makes it almost a certainty that he meant ‘the men about
him,’ his jailers, were fat. We have to find his jail, and our best
chance is to find his jailers. To tell us to look for ‘lean and hungry’
men in this country of hard-riding, thin, slim, slender, lean, lank,
scrawny men, would serve no purpose. But fat men are scarce enough to
be noticeable. Besides, Patterson is a mere mountain of flesh; Thorpe
himself is not actually fat, but is dangerously near it. He laid so
much stress on this, coming back to it four times, that he must have
meant it for a big, plain signpost for our guidance. That settles it.
He has men about him that are fat. And we’d better look for them. Mr.
Pringle, will you take the lines?”
“The head of the table is wherever Wes’ sits down, anyway,” remarked
Beebe loyally.
“It is moved and seconded that Mr. John Wesley Pringle be
elected--er--Sole Electee of the Most Ancient Society of Good Men
and True,” said Leo. “All in favor will rise or remain seated.
Contrary-minded are not members and will kindly leave the room. It is
unanimously carried and so ordered. Gentlemen, Mr. Pringle!”
“The Society will come to order,” said the Sole Electee severely.
“Some good man and true will please state the object of the permanent
session and, also, how and why and what he proposes to do first.”
“Hadn’t we better get some detectives to work,” ventured Billy, “and
join forces with Tillotson’s lawyers?”
“No detectives,” said Pringle hastily and decidedly. And “No lawyers,”
echoed George with equal decision, adding: “Please excuse Mr. Pringle
and myself from giving the reasons for our respective vetoes. But they
are good ones.”
“Then we are to depend on our own resources alone?” demanded Leo.
“Exactly. That’s the way the farmer in the second reader got in his
wheat. Let us by all means have Fools for Clients and Every Man His Own
Detective; that’s what makes the guilty quail,” said Pringle darkly.
“If we four can’t do the trick for love, no man can do it for hire.
And there will be no defalcation or failure for fear, favor or funds
or through any fatal half-heartedness. We four friends for our friend
unconditionally, without regard for law or the profits, man or devil,
death, debt, disgrace or damnation! To the last ditch--and then some!”
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