Gentleman Joe's Leadville Lead — page 60: what you’re looking at

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a light in the building at all was from the rear through a window into the room into which the inside window opened from the little central apartment where Kid-Glove Kit was concealed. From that side the light could have been seen dimly gleaming, though it was perfectly sure that no object within the room could have been seen from the outside, no matter how close a watch might have been kept. This assurance lent Foxy Fan a confidence Which she might not otherwise have felt. She did not hurry directly to the door, but waited for the knock to be repeated several] times, each time more loudly, than the first. At last her little boot-heels tapped sharply across the floor of her faro-parlor, and her clear, authoritative voice exclaimed: ‘My parlor is closed for the night, gentlemen, and it won't be opened till eight o’elock in the morning, not if you wear your knuckles out a-thumping!”? There was an instant’s silence succeeding this remark, and then a gruff voice said: “We don’t want anything of your bank, my girl, but we do want the young galoot that’s in there hiding!”’ “If I had a young galoot in here I would fire him ont at you with pleasure,’’ was the ready response of Foxy Fan, without the faintest show of uneasiness. ‘‘Butas I don’t keep any galoots on hand, and have just sold out my Stock, you might as well tramp on to the next ranch, gen- tlemen.”’ Another brief interval of silence succeeded this speech. Foxy Fan had not been in Leadville long enough to have become very well known. Although her place had a good run of business, every- thing had gone so quietly that she had not had to assert dae as the proprietor of such a place sometimes has to O She had been Simply observed as woman who seemed to know her b quietly rebuffed all attempts at fa her customers. & very pretty young usiness, and who very miliarity on the part of _ li comicbooks.com