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You see I was kind of figurin' somethin' like this when I first come to this here place 'way back when I met you that evenin'. Says I to meself, 'a fella couldn't even raise robins on this here farm, but from the looks of that water-hole he could raise water, and folks sure got to have water in this country. I was thinkin' of irrigatin' and raisin' alfalfa and veg'tables, but fifty a month sounds good to me.
Being reminded that he had boldly asserted that there was no bad snakes on the island, Mickie replied "That fella no bad. Only make foot big." When the tomahawk in the process of cutting out damaged a grub, Mickie with a leer of satisfaction would eat the wriggling insect with a feigned apology "Me bin cut that fella."
"Which way Ranui, Ted, Teedee?" asked Mick again, noticing that the other boys had not come up and that it was getting near sunrise. "Gone," said Yarloo. It was not what was said so much as the tone of the boy's voice which made Mick look with sudden earnestness into Yarloo's face, and ask quickly: "Gone! What name you yabber gone? "Me think those three fella no come back," explained the boy.
They lay together on the far side of the ridge, but the space below was empty. They saw no men, no battling horses—nothing. "They’ve hightailed it," someone called from the crest of the ridge. "I tell you ... I got one of ’em.... He’s over between those two bushes. He’d pulled up to take up th’ fella runnin’ an’ went out of th’ saddle. Other man got his hoss an’ lit out." Drew stood up.
Miles pointed his gun straight at the young cadet. "All right. That means the big fella makes two trips and I freeze you right now." "No, no!" cried Tom, jumping to his feet. "I can make it. Please don't freeze me again." Astro turned away to hide his smile. Sneering his disgust at Tom's apparent fear, Miles prodded the cadets up the ladder. Tom went first, the heavy box digging into his shoulder.
Most awed of all were Joan and Sheldon, but, being whites, they were not supposed to be subject to such commonplace emotions, and their task was to carry the situation off with careless bravado as befitted "big fella marsters" of the dominant breed. Binu Charley took the lead as they pushed on, and trap after trap yielded its secret lurking-place to his keen scrutiny.
He clapped his hands, and Lalaperu came running. "Here, you!" he ordered; "go along barracks, bring 'm black fella Mary, plenty too much, altogether." A few minutes later the dozen black women of Berande were ranged before him. He looked them over critically, finally selecting one that was young, comely as such creatures went, and whose body bore no signs of skin-disease.
But when I first turned my lamps on him in Los, I says to myself if there wasn't a fella with one foot in the grave and the other on a banana-peel, I was mistook. And listen! He come out to the Mojave with me. He jest almost cried to come. I was scared it was vi'lets and 'Gather at the River, without the melodeum, for him. But you never see a fella get such a chest!
"I don't know about that. Somebody killed Sam Brent." "I reckon they did. But supposin' 'speakin' kind o' offhand' that you had the fella and say I was witness, and swore the fella killed Brent in self-defense where would he git off?" "That would depend entirely on his reputation and yours." "How about the reputation of the fella that was killed?"
"One fella feel 'em here," said my informant, clasping his stomach. "Run away; tumbledown; finish. 'Nother boy runaway; finish. just now plenty dead everywhere. Some fella sing out all a same bullocky." Possibly this may be greeted as another version of the familiar story of poisoned flour or damper.
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