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She could only repeat her demand, in a cry that reached its ictus in a sob. "If you're dreamin' about that red-coat spy hopin' he'll marry you after he's played fast and loose with you why, forget such foolishness. I know his kind. When he's had his fling, he'll go back to his own people and settle down. He's lookin' for a woman, not a wife."
"Sounds to me," volunteered the irrepressible Big Medicine after a heavy silence, "like as if you'd gone to sleep on your hawse, Little One, and dreamed that there tinkle-tinkle stuff. By cripes, I'd like to see the bell-hawse that could walk away from ME 'nless I was asleep an' dreamin' about it. Sounds like "
"Wha'd' y' mean?" he countered, gathering up his lines. "What man was it, you were talking to?" she demanded. "I guess if I was talkin' to any man," he grumbled, "I was talkin' in my sleep. You must 'a' been 'a' dreamin'." "Oh, come now, 'fess up, Bill." Belle nodded toward Kate. "She was awake."
"What are you dreamin' on? Are you too tired to move? Come on. We'll have a good wash, that'll take away some of the tiredness, then a big dinner, and a good bed tonight. Tomorrer mornin' we'll be as good as new." "I think I'd better git right on the next train and go back to Jeffersonvillie," murmured Shorty, faintly struggling with himself. "They may need me there." "Nonsense!" answered Si.
I did rub my eyes and think I must be dreamin', but there he were layin' down, quite at home. He al'ays had a trick of openin' gates, ye know, and he must jist ha' walked away i' th' night. He wur awful tired, pore beast 'twas so much as I could do to get en off again." "Ye sent en off again!" cried Mrs. Bold indignantly. "Well, I shouldn't ha' thought ye could have found it in yer heart!
Fourthly, it ain't goneter be easy to git away with what we does find with a couple of hundred natives at our heels, which they will be mighty soon. So, says I, we'd better quit dreamin' an' begin fishin' right erway." He paused to see what effect this had. Wilson nodded for him to go on. "Then we'll take another p'int; this here map starts from the hut where the heathen image lived.
You can think all sorts of things; can travel in your mind to 'most every corner of the globe. You can think yourself rich, think yourself poor, think yourself young, think yourself happy. There's nothin' you want you can't think you have, an' dreamin' about it is 'most as good as gettin' it." Mr. Snelling nodded.
At first I thought it war my Sadie; but when I see she warn't like her old self, and her voice was strange and her laugh was strange then I knowed it wasn't her, and I was dreamin'. You're right, Mr. Key, in wot you got off just now wot was it? Better to know nothin' and keep the old thoughts unchanged." "Have you any pain?" asked Key after a pause. "No; I kinder feel easier now."
Then, valise in hand, he touched his old friend, who started up, and exclaimed: "Lord a' massy, where did you come from, and where yer goin'? You look kinder sperit like. I say, am I awake? I was dreamin' you was startin' off to kill somebody." "Dreams go by contraries. It may be a long time before we meet again.
He had been longing for a confidant, and here was the one he had longed for most; but his sense of loyalty to Serena kept him silent. "There's nothin' to tell," he vowed stoutly. "I'm all right. You're dreamin', Gertie." "Nonsense! I shall lose patience with you pretty soon, and I don't want to.