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"Hey, what do you fellers mean smashing down out of the clouds, bustin' up my pig pen, and scatterin' 'em to the four winds?" he yelled. "I'll have th' law on you for this! I'll make you pay damages! You killed a lot of my pigs, I reckon!" "I don't see any dead ones," spoke the captain, calmly. "It was an accident."
"You are certainly one observin' young gent," remarked Miss Prim in accents of envious admiration. Ignoring the challenge, Bross pondered hastily. "Think I better spring it on him now?" he enquired in doubt. "My Gawd, no!" protested the lady in alarm. "I'd spoil the plant, sure. I'd love to watch you feed it to him, but Heaven knows I'd never be able to hold in without bustin'."
"Look here," said Hovey, and he talked out of the corner of his mouth with a skill which would have become an old convict of many terms, "I've had it put to me straight that you're a hard one. Is that the right dope?" Harrigan smiled. "Because if it is," said Hovey, "we're the best gang at bustin' up these hard guys that ever walked the deck of a ship.
You know, as well as anybody, Scraggs, that while our government makes no bones of selling a lot o' retired rifles an' ammunition, nevertheless it's goin' to develop a heap o' curiosity regardin' what we do with 'em. If we're caught sneakin' 'em into Mexico we'll spend the rest of our lives in a Federal penitentiary for bustin' the neutrality laws.
'Keep quiet, do, said Sam, 'there never vos such a old picter-card born. Wot are you bustin' vith, now? 'Sammy, said Mr. Weller, wiping his forehead, 'I'm afeerd that vun o' these days I shall laugh myself into a appleplexy, my boy. 'Vell, then, wot do you do it for? said Sam. 'Now, then, wot have you got to say? 'Who do you think's come here with me, Samivel? said Mr.
They come in by freight trainload, cars of horses and cattle, and machinery for farmin', from back there in Ohio and Indiany and Ellinoi all over that country where things a man plants in the ground grows up and comes to something. They went into this pe-rairie and started a bustin' it up like the ones ahead of 'em did.
'Cause if yu did, 'tain't no use, Mister. Why," indulgently, "yu couldn't marry her yu couldn't marry her no more'n yu could kill me. Yu're a Gentile, an' yu'd be bustin' yore own laws. But thar ain't no Gentile laws for the Lord's an'inted; so I thought I'd tell yu I'm liable to marry her myself. Yu've kep' away from her consider'ble; this is to tell yu yu mought as well keep keepin' away."
"'Tried to, I said, because I've always been afraid of its getting out too much and bustin' my life all to pieces: something lonely and untamed and sort of outcast from cities and money and all the thick suffocating civilization of today; and I've only saved myself by getting off into wildernesses and free places where I could give it a breathin' chance without running the risk of being locked up as a crazy man."
"I allus sez as you've got a dead eye fer the tack-head ev'ry time. But go easy, or the boss'll bar you on the slate." "Don't owe him nuthin'," growled Slum. "Which ain't or'nary in this company," observed the smiling Carney; he loved to get Slum angry. "Say, Shaky," he went on, "how do Slum fix you in his hotel? You don't seem bustin' wi' vittals."
Don't move!" There was a rush against the door and then a voice growled: "Aw, cut dat out! Wot do youse want to do scare him away by bustin' it! Pick de lock, an' we'll lay for him inside till he shows up." It was the Skeeter's voice. The Skeeter and his gang the worst apaches in the city of New York! Professional assassins, death contractors, he had called them and the lowest bidders!
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