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Long said to-day, I heard just now, that he'd put every deputy he had an' every man he could swear in as a special on your trail, and he'd get you." "The thing that I can't see," drawled Rathburn, "is what that's got to do with you. I suppose you're here as a missionary to tip me off. Thanks." Eagen had calmed down. He stepped closer to Rathburn and spoke in a low tone.

"I've hunted through the Rocky Mountains and up in Canada, as well as at home, and now I'm going to try for a lion or a tiger in Africa." "Perhaps the lion or tiger will try for you," smiled Tom. "What then?" "It will be a pitched battle, that's all," drawled Mortimer Blaze. He was rather a sleepy looking man, but quick to act when the occasion demanded.

It was not a school language, to acquire which was considered an imperative duty; no, no; nor was it a drawing-room language, drawled out occasionally, in shreds and patches, by the ladies of generals and other great dignitaries, to the ineffable dismay of poor officers' wives.

"Look here, fellows," he drawled, jerking his arm in the direction of the river, "I'll tell you what I'll dew. I'll bottle that damned river of yourn in twenty-four hours!"

You can get in by it, if you have some one to boost you up to the sill." "Sa-a-y," drawled Gallegher, as if something had but just that moment reminded him. "Who's that gent who come down the road just a bit ahead of me him with the cape-coat! Has he got anything to do with the fight?" "Him?" repeated Keppler in tones of sincere disgust. "No-oh, he ain't no sport. He's queer, Dad thinks.

"Look, mister," CJ drawled, propping up the tree with one hand. "We busted out yer headlight. Hell, the least I can do is give ya the tree." The woman tilted her head and shot out a hand to touch my arm. She had a horrified look in her wide eyes that I could see even through her dripping mascara. "You ain't already got one do ya, mister?" I glanced at my watch and tried to weasel out of it.

"My dear parent," drawled Jean Briggerland, "after my lecture on the stupidity of the average criminal, do you imagine I should do anything so gauche?" "And now, Mrs. Meredith," said Jack Glover, "what are you going to do?"

I think they both expected to hear that the house was on fire. "The round-up starts next week, dad," I blurted, and then stopped. It just occurred to me that it might not sound important to them. Dad matched his finger-tips together. "Since I first bought a bunch of cattle," he drawled, "the round-up has never failed to start some time during this month.

'Not a blanky, lurid deener! drawled Bill. Jim drew his reluctant hands from the cards, his eyes went slowly and hopelessly round the room and out the door. There was something in the eyes of both, except when on the card-table, of the look of a man waking in a strange place. 'Got anything? asked Jim, fingering the cards again.

She was smiling, her eyes were soft and tranquil. All traces of the passing tempest were gone. "Sit down, draw this big chair up to the fire, do. It IS raw and nasty today, isn't it? I think the Mallons are coming out in an open car. Isn't it too bad?" "Bad for the curls," he drawled. "Mind if I smoke?" "Certainly not. Don't you know that by this time?" He had drawn a chair up beside hers.