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Adams, Samuel Hopkins, 1871-1958

"Success A Novel"


Banneker returned the greeting.
"Whee-ew!" shrilled the other, wiping his brow. "This sure does fetch
the licker outen a man's hide. Hell of a wet night at the Sick Coyote
last night. Why wasn't you over?"
"Busy," replied Banneker.
Something in his tone made the other raise himself from his weary droop.
He sighted Io.
"Howdy, ma'am," he said. "Didn't see there was ladies present."
"Good-morning," said Io.
"Visitin' hereabouts?" inquired the man, eyeing her curiously.
"Yes."
"Where, if I might be bold to ask?"
"If you've got any questions to ask, ask them of me, Fred," directed
Banneker.
While there was nothing truculent in his manner, it left no doubt as to
his readiness and determination.
Fred looked both sullen and crestfallen.
"It ain't nothin'," he said. "Only, inquiries was bein' made by a gent
from a Angelica City noospaper last week."
"Somebody else meant," asserted Banneker. "You keep that in mind, will
you? And it isn't necessary that you should mention this lady at all.
Savvy, Fred?"
The other grunted, touched his sombrero to Io and rode on.
"Has a reporter been here inquiring after me?" asked Io.
"Not after you. It was some one else."
"If the newspapers tracked me here, I'd have to leave at once.


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