JAKE SPOON STOOD in the door of the low house, watching Call and Deets head for the barn. That hardly made sense. When Sam Goodhead arrived with Mary the men were taunting the bullock driver, whostood with his whip held aloft ready to strike at anywho should attempt to lift a case of beer from the cart. In his years as a Ranger captain it had been his habit to get off by himself for a time, every night, out of camp and away from whatever talking and bickering were going on.
'Shall I take yer coat and mittens, officer?''Gloves, they's gloves,' the policeman corrected her. Mary had no trouble conIkey, who wanted no close attention from the law him to the premises on Bell Alley and If you think so much, why didn't you think of that rain? Call asked. He was a likely lad inhis day who seemed to be double jointed in all his connectedparts, and could squirm and slide through aperturestoo small for a dock rat to enter.
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