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This afternoon I saw Sharpe and this Ripley together in a bum wine-room on River Street, swapping so much of that earnest conversation that the partitions bulged, and I dropped to the double-cross that's being handed out to you. I've been trying to telephone you ever since, but when I couldn't find you I came right down to run the plant. That's all."
"I didn't see nothin'," he said mildly, and began to mop his bar, which was already polished beyond belief. "Well," muttered Fatty Matthews, "all these birds get it. And Jerry was some overdue. Lew, you seen it?" "Yep." "Some drunken bum do it?" Lew leaned to the ear of the kneeling marshal and whispered briefly. Fatty opened his eyes and cursed until his panting forced him to break off and hum.
"Did I not tell you for kill zis man?" said Lopez, pointing in disgust to Morgan Pell. Swiftly in Spanish, and frightened almost out of his wits, poor Pedro muttered something wholly unintelligible. "Ees bum shooting! If she 'appen some more, zen I 'ave for get new Pedro. Should be too bad. Especially for you. You onnerstand?" Terrified at the thought, poor Pedro simply shivered.
'Would you mind shakin' hands with a bum? he says. I did. And then he let go my hand. He was done." "H'm! And him! But you can't always tell. Sometimes it takes a bullet placed just right, and sometimes religion, and sometimes a woman to make a man show what's in him. I reckon Waco done you a good turn that journey.
"None of your business," replied Dick, curtly. "I'm that girl's friend. Go to the other side of the street." "Ho, I know you now," cried the other. "You're that bum printer of Udell's. Get out of my way. That girl's a lady and I'm a gentleman. She don't go with tramps. I'll see her home myself." Dick spoke again. "You may be a gentleman, but you are in no condition to see anybody home.
"Every evening we have to present the appearance of at least attachés to an embassy." Petronilla entered and explained in wordy Italian that the poor, dear, sweet little signorina had fallen asleep in bed and was breathing quietly and regularly. "You could shoot off a cannon, bum! bum! Outside her window, and she wouldn't wake up," she said.
Me setting in there by a bum lamp that you had to strike a match to see where it was. Never again! You can go plumb to, for all of me, henceforth and forever." "I ain't never going to wear them socks again," said Wid calmly. "I'm a-going to keep them socks for soovenirs. Such darning I never have saw in my born days. If I couldn't darn better'n that I'd go jump in the creek.
Her eyes ached with the strain of watching the chute and her arm ached with the strain of slamming the gate to-and-fro, which cut them into their proper divisions. The last sheep was through finally, but not until the sun was high and the heat made exertion an effort. "There are some yearlings in there that belong in the 'bum bunch, and six or eight with wrong earmarks. We'll have to catch them."
He sat down at his instrument and pounded the key, calling up Amberley; and as the Morse sign clacked its metallic, broken note he verbally replied to his accuser. "You've talked a whole heap that sounds to me like hot air," he cried, with bitter feeling. "Maybe you're old, so it don't amount to anything. As for your bum freight it was late as usual.
Jest make motions with your hands when you mean him. Talkin' is apt to wake him up." "He pitched me twice." "Just havin' bad dreams, that's all," said Overland, grinning. "Fifteen a month and found ain't bad for a bum, is it?" "Cut that out, Red. I ain't no bum." "Ex-cuse me. There I gone and laminated your feelin's again.
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