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"Oh, yes, eight hundred in one day ain't bad for two men that never had saw a gold pan a year ago. But she ain't petered yit. With what we've learned, an' what we know, we kin stay in here an' git so rich that hit shore makes me cry ter think o' trappin' beaver, even before 1836, when the beaver market busted. Why, rich? Will, hit's like you say, plumb wrong we done hit so damned easy!

The great corner smashed! Jadwin busted! Cheer followed cheer, hats went into the air. Men danced and leaped in a frenzy of delight. Young Landry Court, who had stood by Jadwin in the Pit, led his defeated captain out. Jadwin was in a daze he saw nothing, heard nothing, but submitted to Landry's guidance. From the Pit came the sound of dying cheers. "They can cheer now all they want.

One night when he had got purty well around on th' second lap he run inter a feller jest startin' out on his fust. They hain't caught that Mexican yet." Nelson was pelted with everything in sight. He slowly wiped off the pie crust and bread and potatoes. "Anybody'd think I was a busted grub wagon," he grumbled.

"I don't believe I'll ever go over to the old wreck again." "It's a wondah dat wreck aint busted up long ago," put in Old Ben. "It's a wonder the poor people around here haven't carried off the wreckage for firewood, Ben," said Jack. "Da is afraid to do dat, Massah Jack afraid some ob de sailors wot was drowned might haunt 'em." "I see.

She said the beautiful trip to England was most about spoiled for her; she didn't know HOW she was ever going to be happy there, knowing the mother and the children warn't ever going to see each other no more and then busted out bitterer than ever, and flung up her hands, and says: "Oh, dear, dear, to think they ain't EVER going to see each other any more!"

"That ain't no accident." "Pop Bentley in here said Big Aleck, the squatter, come up the valley this morning right early " "That hellion!" exclaimed Sim. "He's always made trouble in this valley. We seen him down below here, driving a broad-tire wagon." "Yes, a Company wagon, and a Company team. We found that wagon hitched above your lane, Sim. Your mail box was busted down.

Farnham he tould me to keep damn quiet in the bunkhouse, out o' sight, but whin they wanted for to set this fuse off, it seems Oi was the only lad that could do the job, an' so they brought me out here along wid 'em. It 's a busted head an' a broken arm Oi 've got for me share o' the fun. Be the powers, now, let me git up!" The two men, watching him closely, exchanged glances.

In his face sorrowed the anxious, questing, wistful look of the St. Bernard that does not understand. "What's the matter with the boss, anyway?" asked Thorpe in a low voice of Jackson Hines, when the seven-up game was finished. "H'aint ye heard?" inquired the old man in surprise. "Why, no. What?" "Busted," said the old man sententiously. "How? What do you mean?" "What I say. He's busted.

"He mighta busted 'er pullin' through that sand hollow. She was wired up pretty good, though, and there was more wire in the rig. I don't know of anything else that'd be liable to happen, unless " "Unless what?" Lorraine prompted sharply. "There's too much that isn't talked about, on this ranch. What else could happen?" Sorry edged away from her.

"'The Scalpers of the Plains. There's five men murdered in the first act. Oh, it's elegant!" "Why don't you go, then, Dick?" "Cause I'm dead-broke busted. That's why. I aint had much luck this week, and it took all my money to pay for my lodgin's and grub." "Do you want very much to go to the theatre, Dick?" "Of course I do; but it aint no use.