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Portrait of Rolf Boldrewood Rolf Boldrewood Robbery Under Arms — Chapter 37

We came to a place where two horses had been tied to a tree. They had been stamping and pawing, as if they had been there a goodish while and had time to get pretty sick of it.
`That near side one Moran's horse, pigeon-toes; me know 'em,' says Warrigal. `Off side one Daly's roan horse, new shoes on. You see 'um hair, rub himself longa tree.'
`What the blazes were they doing hereabouts?' says Starlight. `This begins to look complicated. Whatever the row was, Daly and he were in it. There's no one rich enough to rob hereabouts, is there?
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Portrait of Rolf Boldrewood Rolf Boldrewood Robbery Under Arms — Chapter 37

Well, as I was sayin', we don't have it in for the regulars in the police; it's all fair pulling, `pull devil pull baker', some one has to get the worst of it. Now it's us, now it's them, that gets took or rubbed out, and no more about it.
But what us cross coves can't stand and are mostly sure to turn nasty on is the notion of fellows going into the manhunting trade, with us for game, either for the fun of it or for the reward. That reward means the money paid for our blood.
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