Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter IV
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Buttheladywiththechildrenlookedoutfromherberth,smiledreassuringly,andsaid:
“I’mnotabitfrightened.Theywon’tdoanythingtousifwekeepquiet.I’vemywatchandjewelryallreadyfortheminmylittleblackbag,see?”
Sheexhibitedittothepassengers.Herchildrenwereallawake.Theywerequiet,lookingaboutthemwitheagerfaces,interestedandamusedatthissurprise.Inhisberth,thefatgentlemanwithwhiskerssnoredprofoundly.
“Say,I’mgoingoutthere,”suddenlydeclaredoneofthedrummers,flourishingapocketrevolver.
Hisfriendcaughthisarm.
“Don’tmakeafoolofyourself,Max,”hesaid.
“Theywon’tcomenearus,”observedthewell-dressedyoungman;“theyareaftertheWells-Fargoboxandtheregisteredmail.Youwon’tdoanygoodoutthere.”
Buttheotherloudlyprotested.No;hewasgoingout.Hedidn’tproposetobebuncoedwithoutafight.Hewasn’tanycoward.
“Well,youdon’tgo,that’sall,”saidhisfriend,angrily.“There’swomenandchildreninthiscar.Youain’tgoingtodrawthefirehere.”
“Well,that’stobethoughtof,”saidtheother,allowinghimselftobepacified,butstillholdinghispistol.
“Don’tlethimopenthatwindow,”criedAnnixtersharplyfromhisplacebyHilma’sside,forthedrummerhadmadeasiftoopenthesashinoneofthesectionsthathadnotbeenmadeup.
“Sure,that’sright,”saidtheothers.“Don’topenanywindows.Keepyourheadin.You’llgetusallshotifyouaren’tcareful.
