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I then repeated to her that her husband was alive and well, but wanted a ransom to redeem himself, and had sent me to see what she could anyways raise for that purpose.
"Eighty miles from Crowsfoot. That's how the boss said, anyways." "How far have we come now?" The man laughed. There seemed to be something humorous in his passenger's inquiries. "Crowsfoot to Snarth's farm, thirty-five miles, good. Snarth's to Rattler Head, thirty. Sixty-five. Fifteen into this precious camp on Yellow Creek. Guess we bin comin' along good since sun-up, an' now it's noon.
We were all afraid you were going to be killed." Andy was pleased, but he looked at Betty rather quizzically. "Strange," he drawled, with a smile on his face, "strange what impressions you get sometimes. Now I kind o' thought you was mad at me, the way you called out to stop. Anyways, you looked mad." "I was only sorry for the horse," Betty explained gravely.
"I know it, you nice, fine woman, you; and it's a darn shame!" "Mr. Haas!" "I mean it. I hate to see a fine woman not get her dues. Anyways, when she's the finest woman of them all!" "I the woman that lives to see a day like this her daughter the happiest girl in the world, with the finest boy in the world is getting her dues, all right, Mr. Haas."
"An' right there," said Tom Platt, experienced in discipline and etiquette "right there, I take it, Disko, you should ha' asked him to stop ef the conversation wuz likely, in your jedgment, to be anyways what it shouldn't." "Dunno but that's so," said Disko, who saw his way to an honourable retreat from a fit of the dignities.
"You allow it ain't fittin' for me to be out alone after night?" she said, with a hard little laugh. "I reckon it ain't goin' to hurt me none; anyways, I had to come. Paw's been red-eyed for a week, and he's huntin' for you, Tom-Jeff." Then Tom recalled Japheth's word of the morning. "Hunting for me?
"Don't seem to see you dancing much with the fair Arethusa," he said. "What's the matter, Grid? Feeling anyways seedy?" "Got a peach of a cold," replied Mr. Bennet. "Which is plain to be seen, now that I look more closely. You're not nearly so pretty with it, either. Rubs off considerable of your usual irresistible bloom. Beauing Arethusa Worthington for a change, I suppose?"
"Any objections to our strolling, then?" Saltman persisted. "Decidedly. Your strolling is getting monotonous. Come on back out of that." "I just reckon we'll stroll anyways," Saltman replied stubbornly. "Come on, Wild Water." "I warn you, you are trespassing," was Smoke's final word. "Nope, just strollin'," Saltman gaily retorted, turning his back and starting on. "Hey!
Y'see, ther's two things, it seems to me, makes a feller act. One's his fool head, an' the other well, I don't rightly know what the other is, 'cep' it's his stummick. Anyways, that's how it is. My head makes me want to go one way, an' my feet gits me goin' another. So it is with this lay-out.
We wint down, by the special grace av God down the Khaiber anyways. There was sick wid us, an' I'm thinkin' that some av them was jolted to death in the doolies, but they was anxious to be kilt so if they cud get to Peshawur alive the sooner. I walked by Love-o'-Women there was no marchin', an' Love-o'-Women was not in a stew to get on.
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