The Trader of Last Notch
The Trader of Last Notch
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idn't quite take to you--at first. I can't say fairer than that. But, tell me what you done to rile the chaps. Did you kill a bloke, or what?"
"Jone Mills," said the Frenchman--"Jone Mills shoot the Intendente at Mandega's. Kill 'im dead. Dead as pork. They don' chase Jone Mills. They don' wan' to shoot Jone Mills. No. Frenchy--po' ol' Frenchy--'e shoot a man in Macequece. Shoot 'im dead. Dead as pork. Then they all coom after 'im. Wan' to shoot 'im. An' po' ol' Frenchy, 'e stop to pull Jone Mills out of the river. 'E save Jone Mills. Jone squeak an' say, 'Shoot me quick befo' I choke.' But Frenchy stop an' pull 'im out. Yais. An' then they shoot Frenchy. Yais!" He blew a huge volume of smoke and lay back serenely.
"Look 'ere, Frenchy," cried Mills, stretching his hand across the table, "I'm in this. They won't catch you here, old son. Savvy? There's my hand for you."
"Eh?"
"There's my hand, I'm tellin' you. Shake hands, old son. You may be a hard case, but you did
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