Capitolo 34
"Puts Your hand in pocket and takes fifty dollars. You have as
very, doesn't have Him?"
"Yes."
"That is corrected. You speak the truth. You can have more, but fifty will do me."
"Does you wait that I give him fifty dollars?"
"Yes, I do."
"I don't mean to do him/it."
Andy was satisfied that the vagabond didn't have weapon and this
encourages him. He could not contain the horse and you/he/she could attach him/it to that and
the same time, but with a revolver he would have been to his/her mercy.
Besides, the ears of Andy were acute, and he thought that he felt the sound of
wheels behind him. The attention of the vagabond was too occupied, and
perhaps its hearing was too dull to take the sounds, as he/she anchors faint.
This way it was that almost the other team witnessed on them the vagabond
it was aware of him. The new come it was Saul Wheelock, a blacksmith blacksmith a strong,
powerful man, fully six feet in height and with steel muscles.
He had still seen the position infested by bugs on the public road, and he was not able
understands the cause until him it became near enough to see the vagabond to the
the head of horse.
He jumped from the wagon that he was driving, and in front of the vagabond it was
entirely judicious of his/her danger he had him from the collar of coat.
"Around thing it is?" he required, while giving him/it a raw shakes.
The vagabond, while turning, funds he was in the hands of a man that he was
forced to respect. He would not appreciate anything line or learning, but
he/she forces physics it contained him/it in reverential fear.
He sustained mute, not prepared with an excuse.
"Because, is you Andy!" says the blacksmith blacksmith. "Because it made this stop of scoundrel
You?"
"He wants me to give him money. I have been as soon as to the bank in Benton to
you unsheathe some for the Mr. Frills in the hotel."
"Because, You the scoundrel!" the blacksmith indignant blacksmith exclaimed, while shaking the
you walk with heavy footstep up to his/her chatted teeth. "Then You a thief is, is you/he/she?"
"Allow me to go!" whined the vagabond. "I have not taken anything. I am a poor man,