United States or Qatar ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I dunno, but I tink dey up to no good, dem crowd. If I no have to stay for docteur I go right back qvick. D'ye tink dey vant ter bodder Hugo, or de lady, Stefan?" The latter swore again. "If dey bodder 'em I tvists all dere necks like chickens, I tank," he cried, excitedly. "How long ago did they leave?"
"I believe that you've got in you the making of a real man if you'd only stop being a tramp. How would you like to try it out?" "I dunno," replied the boss tramp, looking a bit staggered. "If you go to work for me, I don't want you to take it up as a casual experiment," went on the man of medicine. "I haven't any time for experiments.
Here he doubled down his pinky and waved the remaining two fingers in the face of his friend. "Two ranches are left, the Cross-in-a-box and the Bar S. Jack Richie is manager of the Cross-in-a-box. I used to ride for Jack, and he's my friend. You dunno him, but you can take my word he's the pure quill forty ways. Then there's the Bar S. Who's foreman of that? Tom Loudon.
I was a middle-weight, but could train down to a welter when necessary. I boxed all over the West Side at bouts and benefits and private entertainments, and was never put out once. "But, say, the first time I put my foot in the ring with a professional I was no more than a canned lobster. I dunno how it was I seemed to lose heart. I guess I got too much imagination.
"That," said the Mordaunt Estate, wiping his painty hands on his knees with brilliant results, as he turned a fat and smiling face to them, "is after the R. Noovo style. I dunno who R. Noovo was, but he's a bear for color. Are you artists?" "We're house-hunters," explained the young man. "As for tenants," said the Mordaunt Estate, "I take 'em or leave 'em as I like 'em or don't. I like you folks.
I dunno 'ow 'tis, Doctah," he continued, preparing to go out, "I dunno 'ow 'tis, but I thing, you goin' to fine that Mistoo Itchlin ad the en'. I dunno 'ow 'tis. Well, I'm goin' ad the" The Doctor looked up fiercely. "Bank," said Narcisse, getting near the door. "All right!" grumbled the Doctor, more politely. "Yesseh befo' I go ad the poss-office."
"Maybe not," replied Curly, "but both halfs of this here amanyensis is goin' over there together. I told that girl that Dan Anderson was shot to a finish and just about to cash in. Now here's all this hoorah about his bein' put up for Congress! I dunno what she'll find when she gets into that house, but whichever way it goes, she's due to think I'm a damned liar.
Get 'tuck in de forn, or tumble in de ribber." "But we must go." "No see de way; an' all de big 'gator go out for walk now, Mass' George." "What time can it be?" "Dunno, Mass' George, o'ny know not morrow mornin' yet."
Dunno as I would mysen if I hadn't seen it, and I arn't quite sure now as he meant to do it, though it looks as much like it as ever it could. He's got his knife into poor John Grange, somehow, and I don't see why, for the poor fellow arn't likely to do much harm to anybody now."
Nate was glancing about with his usual air of questioning disparagement, and cracking a long lash at the spent bark on the ground. "Hello, Nate!" Birt cried out, eagerly. "I'm powerful glad ye happened ter kem hyar, fur I hev a word ter say ter ye." "I dunno ez I'm minded ter bide," Nate said cavalierly. "I hates to waste time an' burn daylight a-jowin'."
Word Of The Day