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"Grey mare belongs to you, boss don't she? an' the black moke with the Roman nose follerin'? I was thinkin' we might manage to knock up some sort o' swap. Now this mare's a Patriarch, she is; and you might n't think it. I won this here saddle with her at a bit of a meetin' las' week, an' rode her my own self an' that's oc'lar demonster.
And besides, Paul, p'raps that troop of yours might be useful in follerin' the tracks of poor little Willie," Si went on. "Where, when, how?" demanded the scout master, resolutely. "This mornin' it happened. Willie went with Annie Spooner to get some leaf mould in the edge of the woods, for her ma's flowers. She came back just at noon an' sed Willie had strayed away in the woods."
Whirling, he made out the lank shadow of a man leaning against a tree close by. "Good evening," he muttered in some confusion, conscious of a sense of guilt in being caught in the act of spying. "I've been follerin' you fer quite a ways," observed the unknown. "Guess you don't remember me. My name is Stain, Isaac Stain." "I remember you quite well," said Kenneth, stiffly.
A terrible moment of silence ensued. Then Jim said, "Was it all the hair-oil I had?" "Every drop," said Keno. "Wal," drawled the miner, sagely, "don't take on too hard. Into each picnic some rain must fall." "But the boys won't eat it," answered Keno, inconsolably. "You don't know," replied Jim. "You never can tell what people will eat on Christmas till the follerin' day.
You uns kin go on down thar if ye 'd rather, follerin' ther dorgs, but I reckon as how I'll stay right yere an' sorter see how ther ol' woman comes out. "'Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men. "If you uns like ter see a durned good fight maybe ye better stay tew ther ol' woman is pisen if she once gits her dander up."
"Let us spread," said a hunter, "and keep wide over the paraira, till we've got clar past the Apash trail. They won't notice a single track hyar and thyar, I reckin." "Ay, but they will, though," rejoined another. "Do ye think an Injun's a-goin' to pass a shod horse track 'ithout follerin' it up? No, siree!" "We kin muffle the hoofs, as far as that goes," suggested the first speaker. "Wagh!
He rose up as my pa came down the aisle and spoke to him, and they walked away together and up the hill, goin' home together with Mitch and me follerin'. When we got to our house pa says, "I'm goin' up to Mr. Miller's for dinner, you tell your ma." And they all went away together, Mr. Miller, my pa, and Mitch. I got back to the court room about ten minutes to one and only a few was there.
I done hoped I could tell ma friends w'en I returned dat we done was successful, an' cure some ob dem ob craziness in de haid by applyin' some ob de bypunktater. If we don't find it, den dey all say we been follerin' a chimera-infantum in odder words, dat we needs some ob de bypunktater our own selfs!"
We've lots of cross soldiers, especially on mud marches, but we don't want any soldiers in this regiment except for the Constitution of the United States and the laws made in pursuance thereof, against all enemies and opposers whatsoever, either foreign or domestic. An' as for follerin' the lamb, you know as well as I do the orders agin foragin'." "O, dry up, Shorty.
Instantly the hands of Smug and his confederate began to slap and dig into their pockets, while the woman answered eagerly: 'All on us, like enough! He's a pickpocket or a confidence man. I seen him follerin' us. I've kep' an eye on him. And then came a cry from Smug. 'My wallet! He turned upon me, calling wildly to the guards, 'Search him!
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