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And Jefferson felt a strange glow also, and a sense of unexpected interest and enjoyment. "See here, Sister Tobin," he exclaimed with enthusiasm. "Why can't ye take the trouble to shift seats, and come front here long o' me? We could put one buff'lo top o' the other, they're both wearin' thin, and set close, and I do' know but we sh'd be more protected ag'inst the weather."
You was hitched to a rail, back o' the stand, in a buckboard with a soap-box nailed on the slats, an' a frowzy buff'lo atop, while your man peddled rum fer lemonade to little boys as thought they was actin' manly, till you was both run off the track an' jailed -you intoed, shufflin', sway-backed, wind-suckin' skate, you!" "Don't get het up, Deacon," said Tweezy, quietly.
Pee-wee did not know. His companion interrupted his train of thought "They don' look inside o' way-billed empties not much," he said, "an' they don't let 'em stan' so long, nuther. I got bad luck, I did, from doin' my trick on a Friday. They'll be 'long pretty quick, though. They reckisitioned all th' empty grain cars fer Buff'lo.
And Jefferson felt a strange glow also, and a sense of unexpected interest and enjoyment. "See here, Sister Tobin," he exclaimed with enthusiasm. "Why can't ye take the trouble to shift seats, and come front here long o' me? We could put one buff'lo top o' the other, they're both wearin' thin, and set close, and I do' know but we sh'd be more protected ag'inst the weather."
And Jefferson felt a strange glow also, and a sense of unexpected interest and enjoyment. "See here, Sister Tobin," he exclaimed with enthusiasm. "Why can't ye take the trouble to shift seats, and come front here long o' me? We could put one buff'lo top o' the other, they're both wearin' thin, and set close, and I do' know but we sh'd be more protected ag'inst the weather."
I'm lookin' ter hear th' whistle any minute, I am, an' I got a pal waitin' fer me in the yards up ter Buff'lo, wid the duds. When I get there 'n' get me clo's changed, mebbe I'll leave ye come back if me pal 'n' me thinks ye kin be trusted."
You was hitched to a rail, back o' the stand, in a buckboard with a soap-box nailed on the slats, an' a frowzy buff'lo atop, while your man peddled rum fer lemonade to little boys as thought they was actin' manly, till you was both run off the track an' jailed you intoed, shufflin', sway-backed, wind-suckin' skate, you!" "Don't get het up, Deacon," said Tweezy, quietly.
"We want no guarantee," interrupted John Flett, "and we have spare horses enough in the camp to mount you without giving up our own; so make your mind easy." "Zat is troo," said Herr Winklemann; "ve has goot horse to spare; buff'lo-runners every von. Bot you mus' stay vid us von day for run ze buff'lo an' git supply of meat."
You'll have to let me go some time, you can't keep me here forever, and you can't stay here forever, yourself." "If ye stan' right 'n' show ye're game," said the convict, "thar won't no hurt come to ye. This here car's way-billed fer Buff'lo, 'n' I'm waitin' ter be took up now. It's a grain car. Yer ain't goin' ter peach wot I tell ye, now?
As he couldn't 'spec' to git no furder, he rides quietly up to a hofficer, takes de sword out ob his hand afore he understand what he wants, den, diggin' de spurs into de big war-hoss, off he goes wid a yell like a Red Inj oh! I's mean like a a buff'lo bull. Out comes de swords. Dey close all round 'im. I no see him by dat time.
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