Bisbee daily review., 1913-06-15
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bronze throat and huge chest. 4 splendid specimen of the genus homo, for all the rags and tatters that served as clothes.
 The Watermelon was a bit shorter with narrower shoulders, but long. legged, slim, graceful, and under his satiny skin his muscles slid and rip pied with marvellous symmetry. Where James vas strong, slow, heavy he was quick. 1.-the, supple. Dissipa- ton had not left its mark, and the hard life of the road" had so far merely made him fit, an athlete in per feet condition. His features were clean-cut and symmetrical, with q nar. row, humorous, good-natured mouth and eyes soft and gray and gentle, the eyes of 8 dreamer and an idier.
 James looked at the slight, graceful youth, sprawled in the shade of the butternut tree, and grinned, doubling his huge arms with slow. luxurious pleasure in the mere physical action and watching the rhythmic rise and fall of the great muscles.
 You might get honorable mention in one of these county fairs for the best yoke of oxen" admitted the Wa termelon from where he lay at ease.
 There ain't going to be no show" said Mike firmly. Not if yer have to swipe the duds. I ain't going"
 James showed that he was a true member of the bon-ton. He waved the other to silence with the airy grace of master dismissing an impudent servant There is goin' to be a con test for the just reward of beauty and yer goin' to be here, Mike, and he the judge or y will have that red, headed block of yours knocked into kindlin' wood"
 Mike was fat and red-headed and dirty. His soul loathed trouble and longed for quiet with the ardor of an elderly spinster. No, l ain't," said he, in vain struggle for peace. q ain't gain to hang around here until you blokes swipe the rags and come back wid de cops after yer"
 Sunday" said the Watermelon, from knowledge gained by past expe. rtence, 'is the best time to swipe any thing No one Is Iookin' for trouble that day and so they don't find it, see?"
 Sure" agreed James. Every ones feelin' warm and good and stuffed, and when yer feel good yerself, you won't believe any one is bad. You know how 1t is, Mike. When yer feelin' comfortable, yer can't under stand why the devil we ain't comfort able"
 Well, why the devil sin't yer?" de- manded Mike. T sin't takin' all the shade or all the earth, am I? Lie down and be quiet. What do yer want a beauty show for?'
 "Aw. stow it" snapped the Water melon.
 Yes. I'll stow it all right when we're all sent to the jug. l tell yer alnt fit to work. The last time I got pinched, I pretty near croaked. l wasn't made to work"
 We ain't going to get pinched," said James. You make more talk over two suits Of clothes"
 lL an lle GAOlues. IL L1e - fool notion of swipin' 'em and then comin' right back here, and not mak- in no getaway"
 This hang-out Is more than four miles from the burg. you galoot," sneered the Watermelon No one would think of coppin' us here. They'll so to the next town, or else watch the railroads-'
 But they might"
 Might what? Might be bloomin' fools like you"
 Where are you goin' to be shaved?' ?''
 Tn the barber shop" said James mildly. You probably favor lawn mower, but personally prefer a bar Der" He stretched and yawned. Well, I'm of before church time, or the barbers will be closed. Remem- Der, Mike, this afternoon, between four and five"
 He pulled his clothes into place, ad. justed his hat at the most becoming angle and started up the narrow woodland path. whistling gaily through his teeth As he disappeared among the trees, the far-off sound of church bells stole to them on the quiet of the Sabbath morning.