You always think of things. I'm going to wash
the ink off your face, so hold still."
She dipped her gingham apron under the trapdoor in the flooring
where the clear, cool water was, and taking his chin in her coarse
little freckly hands, washed the face of her hero and partner. And
meanwhile Wiggle tugged on her apron as if he thought she were
inflicting some injury upon the boy.
So blinded was Pee-Wee by this vigorous bath and so preoccupied
the others that for the moment none of them noticed the young fellow
of about twenty who, with hat tilted rakishly on the side of his head
and cigarette drooping from the corner of his mouth, stood in the
road watching them.
CHAPTER X
DEADWOOD GAMELY TALKS BUSINESS
Deadwood Gamely was the village sport and enjoyed a certain prestige
because his father was a lawyer. He was also somewhat of an object of
awe because he went to Baxter City every day, and worked in the bank
there.
His ramshackle Ford roadster was considered an evidence of the
terribly reckless extravagance of his habits, but it was really
nothing more than a sort of pocketbook, since all his money went
into it, and a very shabby one at that. He had a cheap wit and
swaggeringly condescending air which he practiced on the simple
inhabitants of Everdoze, and in his banter he was not always kind.
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