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"I reckon you've heard a little too much, young man," said the Minorcan. "Somebody's been stuffin' you. You'd better get a hook and line, and go out to catch clams." "Why, you don't understand me!" cried Rectus. "I honor you for it." The old man looked at him and then at me, and then he laughed. "All right, bub," said he. "If ever you want to hire a boat, I've got one. My name is Menendez.
On the bed the distorted body contracted suddenly into a ball. "Easy, Bub," Greenfield said between his teeth. "Easy; don't get excited. I'm dying." "You?" Frawley approached cautiously, suspiciously. "Fact. I'm cashin' in." "What's the matter?" "Bug. Plain bug the desert did the rest." "A what?" "Tarantula bite don't laugh, Bub." Frawley, at his side, needed but a glance to see that it was true.
Jones went about her morning's work with a thankful heart. The children had had nothing to eat as yet, and now that their brother's moanings had ceased, they realized that they were hungry. "Tan't I have my supper?" sobbed Bub, clinging to his mother's dress as she walked. "'Tisn't supper; it's breakfast!" answered Bob, giving the child a push, which helped him cry the louder.
"Yes, yes; but run along, bub. I mought fall off'n this hyar place, I'm gittin' stiff sittin' still so long, or the wind mought blow me off. The wind is blowin' toler'ble brief." "Gobbler or hen?" asked George Birt eagerly. "It air a hen," said Ethan. "But look-a-hyar, George, I'm a-waitin' on ye, an' ef I'd fall off'n this hyar place, I'd be ez dead ez a door-nail in a minute."
She did not write home for a reason Hale knew, though June never mentioned it because there was no one at home who could read her letters but she always sent messages to her father and Bub and to the old miller and old Hon, and Hale faithfully delivered them when he could. From her people, as Hale learned from his sister, only one messenger had come during the year to June, and he came but once.
Two heads better than one. 'Specially the Ayah! We'll pull her round. I bub bub believe, I'm going to make a bub bub bloody exhibitiod of byself. Old bad, what cad I say? I'b as pleased as Cod dab you, Gaddy! You're one big idiot and I'b adother. Here comes the Devil-dodger. I know that I can say nothing now to help Leave him alone. It's not bad enough to croak over.
The old man's eyes opened and turned heavily toward her. "All right, Juny. They shot me from the laurel and they might nigh got Bub. I reckon they've got me this time." "No no!" He saw her eyes fixed on the matted blood on his chest. "Hit's stopped. I'm afeared hit's bleedin' inside." His voice had dropped to a whisper and his eyes closed again.
Conant was so irritated that he literally obeyed the boy's request and snatched the keys. Then he led the way to the front door. "It's that thin, brass one," Bub hinted. Mr. Conant opened the front door. The place was apparently in perfect order.
But the children, playing near by, said that Bub had not passed that way, so, running back, she instituted a new search in the vicinity of the cabin, calling him as before, and receiving no answer; and, as there was a wide cart track leading into the woods from the cabin door, thinking it natural for the child to stray that way, she hastened in that direction. We have said that Mr.
Once only did she open her lips and that was to plead with her father to leave Bub at home, but her father gave her no answer and Bub snorted his indignation he was a man now, and his now was the privilege of a man.
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