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The tender of refreshment being understood as a tacit recognition
of their claims to a larger hospitality, all further restraint was
removed. Zenobia resumed her seat, and placing her elbow on the
arm of her chair, and her small round chin in her hand, looked
thoughtfully in the fire. "When I say George Lee's a white man, it
ain't because I know him. It's his general gait. Wot's he ever
done that's underhanded or mean? Nothin'! You kant show the poor
man he's ever took a picayune from. When he's helped himself to a
pile it's been outer them banks or them express companies, that
think it mighty fine to bust up themselves, and swindle the poor
folks o' their last cent, and nobody talks o' huntin' THEM! And
does he keep their money? No; he passes it round among the boys
that help him, and they put it in circulation. HE don't keep it
for himself; he ain't got fine houses in Frisco; he don't keep fast
horses for show. Like ez not the critter he did that job with--ef
it was him--none of you boys would have rid! And he takes all the
risks himself; you ken bet your life that every man with him was
safe and away afore he turned his back on you-uns."
"He certainly drops a little of his money at draw poker, Zeenie,"
said Clinch, laughing. "He lost five thousand dollars to Sheriff
Kelly last week."
"Well, I don't hear of the sheriff huntin' him to give it back, nor
do I reckon Kelly handed it over to the Express it was taken from.
I heard YOU won suthin' from him a spell ago. I reckon you've been
huntin' him to find out whar you should return it." The laugh was
clearly against Clinch. He was about to make some rallying
rejoinder when the young girl suddenly interrupted him. "Ef you're
wantin' to hunt somebody, why don't you take higher game? Thar's
that Jim Harkins: go for him, and I'll join you."
"Harkins!" exclaimed Clinch and Hale simultaneously.
"Yes, Jim Harkins; do you know him?" she said, glancing from one to
the other.
"One of my friends do," said Clinch laughing; "but don't let that
stop you."
"And YOU--over there," continued Zenobia, bending her head and eyes
towards Hale.
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