"That's too bad. I never saw but one woman with a mustache, and
she licked me good. If he's yoked up to that kind of a lady, I
allow his nerves will be wrecked before he gets here. I hope to
God he ain't entirely done for." Blaze ran the last three balls
from a well-nigh impossible position, then racked up the whole
fifteen with trembling eagerness and eyed the door expectantly. He
was wiping his spectacles when the proprietor returned with a
slim, sallow man whom he introduced as Mr. Strange.
"Welcome to our city!" Blaze cried, with a flourish of his
glasses. "Get a prod, Mr. Strange, and bust 'em, while I clean my
wind-shields. These fellow-townsmen of mine handle a cue like it
was an ox-gad."
Mr. Strange selected a cue, studied the pyramid for an instant,
then called the three ball for the upper left-hand corner, and
pocketed it, following which he ran the remaining fourteen. Blaze
watched this procedure near-sightedly, and when the table was bare
he thumped his cue loudly upon the floor. He beamed upon his
opponent; he appeared ready to embrace him.
"Bueno! There's art, science, and natural aptitude! Fly at 'em
again, Mr.
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