The Oakdale Affair

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Page 55

I reckon he means bus, they's only one on 'em in Oakdale 'n'if
they waz forty I'd like to know how in hek I'd hire one when I ain't got
no money. I reckon I threw away my four-bits on this book--it don't tell
a feller nothin' 'bout false whiskers, wigs 'n' the like," and he tossed
the book disgustedly into a corner, rose and descended to the barnyard.
Here he busied himself about some task that should have been attended to
a week before, and which even now was not destined to be completed that
day, since Willie had no more than set himself to it than his attention
was distracted by the sudden appearance of a touring car being brought
to a stop in front of the gate.

Instantly Willie dropped his irksome labor and slouched lazily toward
the machine, the occupants of which were descending and heading for the
Case front door. Jeb Case met them before they reached the porch and
Willie lolled against a pillar listening eagerly to all that was said.

The most imposing figure among the strangers was the same whom Bridge
had seen approaching the Squibbs' house a short time before. It was he
who acted as spokesman for the newcomers.

"As you may know," he said, after introducing himself, "a number of
crimes were committed in and around Oakdale last night. We are searching
for clews to the perpetrators, some of whom must still be in the
neighborhood. Have you seen any strange or suspicious characters around
lately?"

"I should say we hed," exclaimed Jeb emphatically.

"I seen the wo'st lookin' gang o' bums come outen my hay barn this
mornin' thet I ever seed in my life. They must o' ben upward of a dozen
on 'em. They waz makin' fer the house when I steps in an' grabs my ol'
shot gun. I hollered at 'em not to come a step nigher 'n' I guess they
seed it wa'n't safe monkeyin' with me; so they skidaddled."

"Which way did they go?" asked Burton.

"Off down the road yonder; but I don't know which way they turned at the
crossin's, er ef they kept straight on toward Millsville."

Burton asked a number of questions in an effort to fix the identity of
some of the gang, warned Jeb to telephone him at Jonas Prim's if he saw
anything further of the strangers, and then retraced his steps toward
the car. Not once had Jeb mentioned the youth who had purchased supplies
from him that morning, and the reason was that Jeb had not considered
the young

Last Page Next Page

Text Comparison with The Son of Tarzan

Page 28
And they must have money! Again he approached the corpse.
Page 33
"I must take him back with me.
Page 38
"Never let the strangers see thy face.
Page 55
The boy was in the lead, excitement and anticipation carrying him ahead of his companion to whom the attainment of their goal meant only sorrow.
Page 70
A grim smile curved the thin, cruel lip of the Arab.
Page 75
Crouching, he extended his huge hand stealthily toward her, as though to seize her.
Page 77
Existence had settled down to the daily humdrum of the wild--the search for food and the sleeping upon full bellies.
Page 84
Dropping the body of the girl to the ground the bull turned to battle anew for possession of his expensive prize; but this time he looked for an easy conquest.
Page 89
What shall we do for a king?" Korak turned toward Akut.
Page 113
"They bought her from old Kovudoo," he said.
Page 116
As they came nearer a dozen dogs ran barking toward them--gaunt wolf hounds, a huge great Dane, a nimble-footed collie and a number of yapping, quarrelsome fox terriers.
Page 122
Korak and the two kings were in the lead.
Page 127
Scarce an hour passed that did not bring its recollection of Korak, and its poignant yearning to see him again.
Page 132
If they were stranger blacks the spears that they held in readiness for Numa might as readily be loosed upon whomever dared release their bait as upon the prey they sought thus to trap.
Page 177
baffled by the puzzle that her search for ammunition had revealed.
Page 179
Malbihn, urging his men onward with a stream of hideous oaths and blows from his fists, realized that the girl was again slipping from his clutches.
Page 190
"What was it a picture of?" "Of me," said Meriem, "when I was a little girl.
Page 192
After what seemed to the tired man an eternity of time he felt the brush of branches against the canoe and heard the swirl of the water about them.
Page 197
His wounds were painful and he had lost much blood.
Page 208
The killing of Ali ben Kadin caused him little anger--always had he hated the hideous son of his father's hideous slave.