Then she turned to go in, but as Euchre Buck stepped forward with an
admonishing cough, she waited and looked round at him.
"Miss," said he, holding out a big revolver in his hard fist, "you take
this yer gun, an' ef any one whistles, or otherwise disturbs you, let a
hole into him straight away, an' we'll see him buried decent."
But Miss Musgrave courteously, and with profuse thanks, refused the
offer, and, saying that she had perfect confidence in all who were
around her, gave Euchre Buck a bewitching smile, went inside, and closed
the door after he.
Then the diggers returned to Gustav Werstein's American Bar and
discussed the new arrival.
"I known Noomarket an' Hascot an' Hepson, an' all the places where
swells goes in England," said Jockey Bill, enthusiastically; "but never
one come there as pretty as she, stop my license if ther' did."
"Grand eyes, hain't she?" said Tommy Dartmoor. "Regular fust-water 'uns.
Here's to 'em!"
"And-a-hoof! See it peep below her gownd. S' welp me ef it wer' es big
as my 'bacca-box!"
"An' 'er close, gentlemen! Made to measure, every thread on 'em, I
allow.
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