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"Wear tights, sonny? Calc'late she wore tights?" "Sure. She told me. She said to me it wasn't wearin' tights that done harm, and she could be jest as good in tights as wearin' a fur coat if her heart wasn't bad. That's what she said. Yes, sir, she said she wouldn't wear nothin' if it had to be done to git me medicine." "Um!... What's this here sister's name?" "Eva Hopkins."
Rosemary said at last, and her lips were trembling. "He's just about crazy and I know he hasn't slept a wink, lately, just from worrying." "I calc'late that's about the how of it," Applehead agreed, rubbing his chin nervously. "He lays awful still, last few weeks, and that thar's a bad sign fer him. And I ain't heerd 'im talkin' in his sleep lately, either.
Ole General Scott, he didn't call it no joke when he, went in thar to settle 'em down, did he? I calc'late, mebby it was jest fer a josh them troops waited on the aidge, ready to go in if he didn't git back a certain time! 'N' that wasn't so fur back, shorely, only two years.
"What does sich folks do when they git to hear of a case of misery and distress?" "They do what they can, Mr. Baines," said Selina. "Um!... If you heard Xenophon Banks was took sick of a busted leg, and his wife was dead these two year, and a 'leven-year-old girl was tryin' to nuss her pa and look after four more, what d'ye calc'late you'd calc'late?"
"'Tis a sweet spot," said Redhand to his comrades, who stood or reclined in various attitudes around him. "Such a place as I've often thought of casting anchor in for life." "An' why don't ye, then?" inquired Waller. "If I was thinkin' o' locating down anywhar', I guess I'd jine ye, old man. But I'm too fond o' rovin' for that yet. I calc'late it'll be some years afore I come to that pint.
"Calc'late you would," said Scattergood, tranquilly, "but there's a law in sich case, made and pervided, callin' that kind of amusement murder ..." It was not Scattergood's custom to publish his emotions; nevertheless he was worried. He appreciated the state of mind which had brought Sarah to Coldriver the spirit of restless, resentful youth, demanding the world for its plaything.
It was here that Applehead unwittingly put into words the vague suspicion which Luck had been trying to stifle and had not yet faced as a definite idea. "I calc'late we'll likely find that thar squaw putty tol'ble close to whar we find Bill Holmes," Applehead remarked sourly. "Her goin' off same, day they stuck up that bank don't look to me like no happenstance now I'm tellin' yuh!
Draw all the best citizens after you. Set a example to the state.... Step back and look at that there seeder, Marvin." Marvin looked at the seeder judicially. "Calc'late to guarantee it, Scattergood?" "Put it in writin'," said Scattergood. "Calc'late I'll have to have it. Considerin' everything, guess I'll take it along." "Knowed you would, Marvin. Sich men as you is to be depended on.
"You can count me out," said 'Hatchet Ben, "I'm not lookin' for that kind of fame." "Don't you think it's fair to the country to let it know who you are?" "What's the census to me?" the other said defiantly. "I calc'late a country that doesn't give a fellow a livin' doesn't care much about his name."
"Mighty nice gad," said Scattergood. "Where in tunket did it come from?" asked Jim. "I stuck it there. Looked to me like a rig sich as your'n needed a good whip to set it off. I jest put it there to see how it looked." Jim glanced at his girl, scratched the back of his suntanned neck, and felt in his pocket. "Calc'late I did need a whip," he said. "How much is sich whips fetchin'?"
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