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Beth Norvell

CHAPTER XVII
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Now, look yere; I reckon it's brain-work what's got ter git us out o' this yere hole, an' I 'll shore have ter furnish most o' that, fer yer ain 't got none ter spare, as ever I noticed.
Shoot! hell, yes, yer kin shoot all right, an' make love ter Greasers; but when thet's over with, yer all in.

That's when it's up ter old Bill Hicks ter do the thinkin' act, and make good.

Lord! yer leave me plumb tired." The old man peered out across the vacant space toward the apparently deserted dump, the anger slowly fading away from his eyes.

"I sorter imagine, gents, it will take them fellers a while ter git over ther sudden shock we 've given 'em," he continued.

"Maybe we better take this yere rest spell ter git somethin' ter eat in, and talk over how we 're fixed fer when the curtain goes up again.


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