[Editorial] Jack-in-the-box -> jack-in-the-box

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Alex Cabal 2020-05-13 17:18:05 -05:00
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<p>After striking dry country Ranse had removed the wagon sheet from the bows and thrown it over the goods in the wagon. Six pair of hasty hands dragged it off and grabbled beneath the sacks and blankets for the cases of tobacco.</p> <p>After striking dry country Ranse had removed the wagon sheet from the bows and thrown it over the goods in the wagon. Six pair of hasty hands dragged it off and grabbled beneath the sacks and blankets for the cases of tobacco.</p>
<p>Long Collins, tobacco messenger from the San Gabriel outfit, who rode with the longest stirrups west of the Mississippi, delved with an arm like the tongue of a wagon. He caught something harder than a blanket and pulled out a fearful thing—a shapeless, muddy bunch of leather tied together with wire and twine. From its ragged end, like the head and claws of a disturbed turtle, protruded human toes.</p> <p>Long Collins, tobacco messenger from the San Gabriel outfit, who rode with the longest stirrups west of the Mississippi, delved with an arm like the tongue of a wagon. He caught something harder than a blanket and pulled out a fearful thing—a shapeless, muddy bunch of leather tied together with wire and twine. From its ragged end, like the head and claws of a disturbed turtle, protruded human toes.</p>
<p>“Who-ee!” yelled Long Collins. “Ranse, are you a-packin around of corpuses? Heres a—howlin grasshoppers!”</p> <p>“Who-ee!” yelled Long Collins. “Ranse, are you a-packin around of corpuses? Heres a—howlin grasshoppers!”</p>
<p>Up from his long slumber popped Curly, like some vile worm from its burrow. He clawed his way out and sat blinking like a disreputable, drunken owl. His face was as bluish-red and puffed and seamed and cross-lined as the cheapest round steak of the butcher. His eyes were swollen slits; his nose a pickled beet; his hair would have made the wildest thatch of a Jack-in-the-box look like the satin poll of a Cleo de Merode. The rest of him was scarecrow done to the life.</p> <p>Up from his long slumber popped Curly, like some vile worm from its burrow. He clawed his way out and sat blinking like a disreputable, drunken owl. His face was as bluish-red and puffed and seamed and cross-lined as the cheapest round steak of the butcher. His eyes were swollen slits; his nose a pickled beet; his hair would have made the wildest thatch of a jack-in-the-box look like the satin poll of a Cleo de Merode. The rest of him was scarecrow done to the life.</p>
<p>Ranse jumped down from his seat and looked at his strange cargo with wide-open eyes.</p> <p>Ranse jumped down from his seat and looked at his strange cargo with wide-open eyes.</p>
<p>“Here, you maverick, what are you doing in my wagon? How did you get in there?”</p> <p>“Here, you maverick, what are you doing in my wagon? How did you get in there?”</p>
<p>The punchers gathered around in delight. For the time they had forgotten tobacco.</p> <p>The punchers gathered around in delight. For the time they had forgotten tobacco.</p>