A dead shot, a sure thing with the knife,
a heart to succor the oppressed and often to protect the shiftless,"
acridly.
"I thank you, Senator! Your species of implication is worthy the
splendor of your mighty apparel. The old swallow-tail retains its
pristine glory, I perceive, though your other habiliments have one by
one yielded to the ravages of time, and been replaced by the rough and
ready garments of the frontier. Perchance - "
"Hall, have I got to make you let go of this pore devil!" Bob's powerful
figure came forward into the full light of the huge fireplace. One-half
the face above the comely form was hideously repulsive. It had been
literally torn away and what remained was so scarred and seamed that it
scarcely bore any resemblance to a human countenance.
His one remaining eye was large, dark and glowing with kindness as he
bent over the victim of his partner's latest joke.
"Ye-ah," drawled old Doc Smithers, precipitating a large mouthful of
brown liquid into the fireplace. "Bob, he'll pet 'im, an' that ol'
bulldog o' his'n 'ull lick im, an' next thing we know Bob'll be givin'
'im a claim, just like he took in Handsome Harry hisself goin' on two
years ago.
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