"Want us to go CRYING around because the row's
over?" he demanded. "Think Grant ought to wear crepe, I
suppose--because he ain't on ice this morning--or in jail, which
he'd hate a lot worse. Think we ought to go around with our jaws
hanging down so you could step on 'em, because Baumberger cashed
in? Huh! All hurts MY feelings is, I didn't get a whack at the
old devil myself!" It was a long speech for Wally to make, and he
made it with deliberate malice.
"Now you're shouting!" applauded Gene, also with the intent to be
shocking.
"THAT'S the stuff," approved Clark, grinning at Evadna's
horrified eyes.
"Grant can run over me sharp-shod and I won't say a word, for
what he did day before yesterday," declared Jack, opening his
eyes and looking straight at Evadna. "You don't see any tears
rolling down MY cheeks, I hope?"
"Good Injun's the stuff, all right. He'd 'a' licked the hull
damn--"
"Now, Donny, be careful what language you use," Phoebe
admonished, and so cut short his high-pitched song of praise.
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