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The amount due the co't is twenty-fo' dollahs and a half." There was some laughter at the Squire's facetiousness. Turner, who had bid on the young and strong men, turned away unconcernedly. "You'd 'a' made a good auctioneer, Squire," said the one-armed man. "Thank you, Mr. Pearsall. How much am I offered for this bargain?" "He'd be dear at any price," said one.
"Thaz the way, sometime," he said, and then with sudden gravity: "And, by-the-by, Misses Wiley, speakin' of Mistoo Itchlin, if you could baw' me two dollahs an' a 'alf juz till tomaw mawnin till I kin sen' it you fum the office Because that money I've got faw Mistoo Itchlin is in the shape of a check, and anyhow I'm c'owding me a little to pay that whole sum-total to Mistoo Itchlin.
My ol' man he wo'ks on the railroad section and we just pay Mistah Tho'nton foh dollahs every month. My chil'n wo'k in the ga'den and tend that acah patch o' co'n." "Do you fertilize the corn?" "Yes, Suh. We can't grow nothin' heah without fe'tilizah. We got two hundred pounds fo' three dollahs last spring and planted it with the co'n." As Percy turned in at Mr.
"Miss Laura," she sobbed, "an' Colonel French, my husban' Bud is done gone and got inter mo' trouble. He's run away f'm Mistah Fettuhs, w'at he wuz sol' back to in de spring, an' he's done be'n fine' fifty dollahs mo', an' he's gwine ter be sol' back ter Mistah Fettuhs in de mawnin', fer ter finish out de ole fine and wo'k out de new one.
He turned about for his purchaser's thorough inspection, his bald head above the fringe of white wool about it glistening in the lamplight. "Do yoh think I'se wuth, say, twenty-five dollahs?" he queried, regarding her fixedly over his spectacles. The girl touched her throat with an unconscious gesture. "Yes, you are," she cried impulsively; "you are indeed!"
There's no reason why you should give me ten thousand dollars, you know." Harrington laughed a queer little laugh. "Ain't they a reason?" he asked, lapsing in his earnestness into the careless grammar he had almost overcome. "Well, I guess I know moah than any one else 'bout that. Do you remembah the fifteen dollahs you lent me the day I came heah? Well, suh, I was sta'ving.
"Two hun-rade an' fifty dollahs or not'in'!" said the indignant Creole, clenching one fist, and with the other hand lifting his hat by the front corner and slapping it down upon the counter. "Ha, ha, ha! a pase of waint a wase of paint! 'Sieur Frowenfel', you don' know not'in' 'bout it! You har a jedge of painting?" he added cautiously. "No, sir." "Eh, bien! foudre tonnerre! look yeh! you know?
"An' all I gits right along he gwine he'p me save, an' when I git fo' hund'ed dollahs he gwine gin me de free papahs fu' you, my little gal." "Oh, Ben, Ben! Hit ain' so, is it?" "Yes, hit is. Den you'll be you own ooman leas'ways less'n you wants to be mine." She went and put her arms around his neck. Her eyes were sparkling and her lips quivering. "You don' mean, Ben, dat I'll be free?"
"Fo'teen thousand two hundred dollahs," he announced finally. "The odd fo' thousand, two hundred will go to the families of the men yo' murdahed yestahday. And now, Mistah Jack Hahdy, my personal business with yo' will be " He did not finish. The door of the little office had suddenly opened, and Tucumcari Pete stood in the entrance!
"I meant the human kind," explained Kid Wolf mildly. Major Stover's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What do yuh want with me?" he demanded. "Did yo' offah ten thousand dollahs fo' the S Bar Ranch?" "That is none of yore business!" "No?" drawled Kid Wolf patiently. "Yo' might say that I am heah as Mrs. Thomas' agent." The major looked startled.
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