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But what need they care after they get their money?" Bill heard footsteps retreating and dying away; Mr. Hooper went over to Gus and, with evident hesitation, asked: "Do you reckon you're makin' the stone work thick enough? It does look most terrible weak." "Sure, Mr. Hooper. Bill'll explain that to you. Professor Gray and he worked out the exact resistance and the pressure."

We shan't sail afore nine." "It don't look right," said the lady, who was sorely tempted. "But the missus says I may go if I like, so I'll just go and get my box ready. I'll be down on the jetty at nine." "Ay, ay," said the skipper, smiling, "me and Bill'll just have a snooze till then. So long." "So long," said Matilda.

"Bill," he answered, nodding his head. "Sure, Pete, Bill an' no other." "No joshin'?" she queried. "It ain't Bill at all," the other broke in. "How do you know?" he demanded. "You never laid eyes on me before." "No need to, to know you're lyin'," was the retort. "Straight, Bill, what is it?" the first girl asked. "Bill'll do," he confessed. She reached out to his arm and shook him playfully.

"I just thought I'd stop an' tell ye," said he, "that ef ye don't look out, Bill'll get ye inter trouble. He's bound to git the best o' ye, an' I heared this mornin', at Lowry's, that he's agoin' to bring the county clerk up here to-morrow, to see about yer license fur keepin' a hotel.

Milt was tactfully beginning to refuse when Gene Gilson at last exploded, turned purple, covered his dripping, too-red lips with his handkerchief. Then, abruptly, Milt hurled at Mrs. Gilson, "All right. We'll come. Bill'll be awfully funny. He's never been out of a jerkwater burg in his life, hardly. He's an amusing cuss. He thinks I'm smart! He loves me like a dog. Oh, he's rich! Ha, ha, ha!"

Sampson sends word he's quit he's done he's through. The jig is up, and he means to hit the road out of Linrock." "Bill'll kill him surer 'n hell," muttered the rustler. "But we all said it'd come to thet. An' what'd Wright say?" "Wright! Why, he's cashed in. Didn't you-all hear? Reckon Sampson shot him." The rustler cursed his amaze and swung his rigid arm with fist clenched tight.

The minister was tempted. The sea always had a fascination for him and the mystery of the strange ship was appealing. "Sure I won't be in the way?" "No, no! 'course you won't," said Burgess. "Come right along. You set in the bow, if you don't mind gettin' sprinkled once in a while. I'll steer and Thoph and Bill'll row. That'll be enough for one dory. If we need more, we'll signal. Heave ahead."

Hold on, now, jest keep yer distance, er somethin' not down on ther bill'll happen ter ye, boy!" was the way Dubois addressed him. Of course, Eli felt angry, but he saw that they had him trapped neatly enough, and he was not the fool the other would try to make out.

Whenever he thought of home a lump came into his throat, but he always swallowed it bravely and said to himself: "'Tis wrong now t' be grievin' when I has so much t' be thankful for. Bill'll be takin' th' silver fox an' other fur out, and when father sells un 'twill pay for Emily's goin' t' th' doctor. Th' Lard saved me from freezin', an' I'm well an' th' Injuns be wonderful good t' me.

Fallon danced about, waving his arms and shouting: "Th' new camp'll go t'rough hell a whoopin'! Bill'll be boss, an' th' min'll tear out th' bone to bate Moncrossen!" Order was finally restored, and the three seated themselves while Bill recounted his adventures. Appleton's brow clouded as he learned the details of the bird's-eye plot. "So that's the way he worked it?" he exclaimed.