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Say" he pointed suddenly to the Patriarch, whose face was turned toward them as he stroked thoughtfully at his silver beard "he's got me fer fair dere ain't no fake here dis way ter live is de real t'ing he ain't like you an' me he's more'n dat look at him now youse'd t'ink he could see us, an' was listenin' ter wot we said. I dunno wot's de end I dunno wot's de matter wid me.
Sinclair's own gun and cartridge belt hang on the wall at the foot of the bed. "That sounds too cool to be straight," said the judge soberly. "Sinclair, I figure you know why we want you?" "I dunno, gents," said Sinclair, who grew more and more cheerful in the face of these six pairs of grim eyes. "But I'm sure obliged to the gent that give me the sendoff. What d'you want?"
"Are we to consider ourselves prisoners, sir?" said the doctor, speaking at last. "Dunno," was the reply, shortly given. "All depends. If you ride the high horse I may tell my pack to set you ashore somewhere else, but if you're civil well, we shall see. Only just recollect this, and don't argue. These are my islands all round here, and all that comes ashore's mine. Now go to bed."
You'll need to be careful." 'Poleon was squatted Indian fashion over the blaze; he was staring fixedly into the flames, and an aboriginal reticence had settled upon him. After a long time he answered: "Mebbe so I keel de beeg feller. I dunno. So long one is lef' I mak' him clear dat boy Phillips." "Decent of you to take a chance like that for Pierce," Rock resumed.
"It's not put together right," he said, "it's not been put together right all this time. We're makin' it right now. It must have wanted mendin' for ever so long. I dunno how it's been goin' at all. It's lucky we found it out. It's put together wrong. I guess it's made wrong. It's goin' to be a lot of trouble to us to put it right, an' we can't do much when you're all standin' in the light.
Law, she ain't a-goin' to hev any frost a-nippin' her garden unless she's ready for it. And as for the chickens, I wouldn't like to be in their shoes unless they hatch when Mis' Jameson she wants 'em to. They have to do everything else she wants 'em to, and I dunno but they'll come to time on that. They're the fust fowls I ever see that a woman could stop scratchin'."
But Hiram noted again that Lettie Bronson did not display terror. While her friends were screaming and crying, she sat perfectly quiet, and for a minute said never a word. "Can't you back off?" Hi heard her ask the boatman. "Not without lightening her, Miss. And she may have smashed a plank up there, too. I dunno." The Western girl turned immediately to Hiram, who had now come to the bank's edge.
The deputy swore again, but he added, enlightened; "Going to plead self-defense, eh?" Big O'Brien leaned over the bar. "Listen, Fatty," he said earnestly, "There ain't no doubt of it. Jerry had his war-paint on. He tried to kill this feller Barry's wolf." "Wolf?" cut in the deputy marshal. "Dog, I guess," qualified the bartender. "I dunno.
"Who's Jesus?" she asked again, pointing to the inscription on the stone. "I dunno. I guess he's some old feller layin' down in there with that kid." Thus the day had passed and the night fell. Flukey dropped into a deep sleep, and Flea, huddling to the cold earth, settled closer to her brother in the sheltering darkness. Suddenly the girl aroused as if from a bad dream.
And before another month passes the need will be greater than ever. Look what the Germans did to the British Fifth Army just last month. I'll never know what stopped 'em. But they're not through. What do you make of that long range gun that is shelling this very city? "Um-m. Dunno. Seems to me that well directed reconnaissance flights should be able to locate that gun."
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