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I used t' kind o' hope but pshaw! she's dead ain't she, Bud?" "I guess so!" nodded M'Ginnis, yet deep in thought. "An' buried ain't she, Bud?" "What th' hell!" exclaimed Bud, turning to stare, "what's bitin' ye?" "I'm wonderin' 'why', an' I'm likewise wonderin' 'who', Bud. Maybe I'll find out for sure some day. I'm waitin', Bud, waitin'. Goin' around t' O'Rourke's, are ye?
"I'm goin' to learn someway to write without bitin' my tongue, an' I'll write you as many words every day as I want catridges to shoot off, so that I'll have enough for the next Fourth o' July, and kill all old Pete Walker's snappin' dogs besides." The boys were to leave on the midnight train.
Why don't you try a little horse sense for a change? Honest, if you was a few years younger I'd put you acrost my knee and spank you." Gordon lit a cigarette, but did not otherwise contribute to the conversation. "Ain't she wearing another man's ring?" continued Davis severely. "What's bitin' you, anyhow? How many happy families you want to break up? First off, there's Pablo and Juanita.
'I do not wish to be harsh, says he, 'but if I wanted to charackterize these here nature writers, I wud use a much shorter an' uglier wurrud thin liar, if I cud think iv wan, which I cannot. Ye take, f'r example, What's-his-name. Has this man iver been outside iv an aviary? I doubt it. Here he has a guinea pig killin' a moose be bitin' it in th' ear.
They drew in their horses and waited. "The big roan's broke loose," the dryer said, as he stopped beside them. "Clean crazy loco bitin', squealin', strikin', kickin'. Kicked clean out of the harness like it was paper. Bit a chunk out of Baldy the size of a saucer, an' wound up by breakin' his own hind leg. Liveliest fifteen minutes I ever seen." "Sure it's broke?" Billy demanded sharply.
You can telephone me if the patient shows signs of bitin' you. Keep tabs on his pulse give him his whiskey regular, but don't by no means allow him to set up in bed and smoke. I'll call again nex' year. So long, sweetness." "You go plump!" laughed Collie. And Billy Dime rode over the hill singing a dolefully cheerful ditty about burying some one on the "lo-o-ne prairee."
She used to be fearful when I was out in bad weather or baffled about gittin' ashore. She used to say the time seemed long to her, but I've found out all about it now. I used to be dreadful thoughtless when I was a young man and the fish was bitin' well.
And I thought to meself: Well, you've got to finish it, or it'll go bitin' somebody, for sure! But when I come to it with my hammer, the dog it got up an' you know how it is when there's somethin' you've 'alf killed, and you feel sorry, and yet you feel you must finish it, an' you hit at it blind, you hit at it agen an' agen.
"Crikey!" said he at last. "Is that you, sir, or ain't it?" "How much?" demanded Ravenslee gruffly. "Crumbs!" said the chauffeur. "Sir, if you ain't you, all I say is I ain't me!" "Aw what's bitin' ye, bo?" growled Ravenslee. "Well, if this ain't the rummest go, I'm a perisher!" "Say, now, crank up d' machine an' beat it while d' goin' 's good. How's that, Joe?" "Lord, Mr.
The colt, shaking itself, turned and nipped at its shoulder and switched its tail. "He's stayed fat, too," continued Williams. "But look at him! He's bitin' and switchin' because he's wet. Thinks it's fly-time a'ready. He's jest a four-legged horse-hide blunder. I know his kind." Collie, dismounting and unbuttoning his slicker, rolled it and tied it to the saddle. "I guess you're right, Brand.
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