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She once was pretty, but she ain't no mo', But she cooks mah meals an' she sweeps mah flo'; She darns mah stockings an' she mends mah coat, An' she knows jes' how mah chillun fer to tote Come along! Come along! "Mah pickaninnies am a-headin' dis way Come along! Come along! Daddy am a-watchin' fo' 'em day by day Come along! Come along!
Framed in the doorway, the Kid saw a grim young face glaring at him over the sights of the six-gun. "Speak quick!" said the voice again. "I will," the Texan said, "if yo'll kindly take that .45 out of my eye. I can talk bettah when I'm not usin' yo' gun barrel fo' a telescope." "That gun," said the other sharply, "is goin' to stay just where I've got it!" But it didn't.
We ain't far to go, and I've tackled jobs I'd a heap less heart fo' in my time," he concluded gallantly. From the opposite side of the carriage Bunker swore nervously. He desired to know if they were to stand there talking all night. "Shut your filthy mouth, Bunker, and see you keep tight hold of that young rip-staver," said Slosson. "He's a perfect eel I've had dealings with him afore!"
But McAvoy dodged, Rad clapped his hands over his ears, and, even Ned Newton halted like a bird-dog at point. The bundle splashed into the barrel of water. It sank to the bottom. There was no explosion. When a few seconds had passed the group of excited men began to relax. The barrel was carried carefully to a neighboring field. "Fo' de lawsy sake!" gasped Rad, and got a full breath again.
"Well, old sport, looks like you'd got mussed up some?" the doctor inquired. "Yas, suh," Prebol grinned, feebly, his senses curiously clear. "Hit don't pay none to mind a lady's business fo' her, no suh!" "A lady shot you, eh?" "Yas, suh," Prebol grinned. "'Peahs like I be'n floatin' about two mile high like a flock o' ducks. Where all mout I be?" "Little Prairie Bend." "Into that bar eddy theh?"
She grunted and the next morning she brings in as a present the most forlorn, skinny, one-and-a-half-feathered chicken you ever laid eye on, and in answer to the trader's comments she said: "Massa, fo sure them der chicken no be 'ticularly good chicken, but fo sure dem der man no be 'ticularly good man.
At last, when he could stand it no longer, he walked up to the tenderfoot, detained him gently by the sleeve and asked in a tone of real sympathy and concern: "Say, mistah! 'Fo' God, won't yo' mah let yo' wear long pants?"
"Well, it's a pretty lahvely kyand of paralysis. But go on." "I will I will. If I can only begin." "Pohaps Ah maght begin fo' you." "No, you can't. Lord knows, I'd like to let you. Well, it's like this." Fulkerson made a clutch at his hair, and then, after another hesitation, he abruptly laid the whole affair before her.
"And let them come and murder you, while we go?" I said. "Well, yes, sir," said the poor fellow faintly; "there's no good in having three killed when one would do." "Look about, Ching," I said sharply. "Is there any place where we can hide?" "No," he replied disconsolately. "Only place for lit' dog; no fo' man." "You can't do it, sir," said our poor companion.
"Good Lawd wha what fo' Miss Bev'ly " "Sh! Don't call me Miss Bev'ly. Now, just you pay 'tention to me and I'll tell you something queer. Get my revolver right away, and don't let those men see what you are doing." While Aunt Fanny's trembling fingers went in search of the firearm, Beverly outlined the situation briefly but explicitly. The old woman was not slow to understand.
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