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"Step up, perfesser," cried Allen heartily, slapping him on the back. Fresno grinned and solemnly rolled up his sleeves. His comrades eyed his every move closely. He spat on his hands, approached the piano, and glared fiercely at the keyboard. "My ma had one of them there things when I was a yearlin'," he observed. Fresno spun the seat of the piano-stool until it almost twirled off the screw.
J. Wallingford Speed." "Park, eh?" said Fresno, dryly. "Telegraph office, water-tank, and a cattle-chute. Where does this fellow think he is?" "Here is a postscript," added Chapin. "'I have a valet who does not seem to enjoy the trip. Divide a kiss among the girls." "Well, well! He's stingy with his kisses," observed Berkeley. "Who is this humorous party?"
What I claim is this: we ain't got no proof. Fresno is stuck on Miss Blake, and he's a knocker." "Then let's git some proof, and dam' quick." "Si, Senores," agreed Carara, who had been an interested listener. "I agree with you, but we got to be careful " Willie grunted with disgust. " we can't go at it like we was killin' snakes. Mr. Speed is a guest here."
He heard Fresno shout to Slim to hurry up, as he was telling the story about a fellow that was so tanked up he could not say "sasaparilla." Dick halted. "There must be some sort of a party going on here," he thought to himself. "It won't do to take Echo too much by surprise. If Jack got my letter and told her, it's all right, but if it miscarried the shock might kill her. I'll see Jack first."
I love morning music and your voice is so tender." "Life," said Berkeley, "is one sweet " "What is going on here?" demanded a voice behind them, and Mrs. Keap came out upon the porch, eying the pair suspiciously. It was evident that she, like Fresno, had dressed hurriedly. "Mr. Fresno is going to sing to us," explained the younger girl, quickly. "Really?"
None of your tobacco-juice stuff; this comes straight from Fresno. Senator Blake sent it the other day. Fill up that glass, Dell! What yuh want to be so doggone stingy fer? Think this bunch uh freaks are going to stand for that? They can't git the taste outa less'n a pint. This ain't any doggone liver-tonic like you dope out."
"You fellers clear out," called Fresno, "an ketch me one of them hosses we seen along the brook." While he readjusted the stirrups, Allie looked down upon him. He was an uncouth ruffian, and his touch gave her an insupportable disgust. He wore no weapons, but his saddle holster contained a revolver and the sheath a Winchester.
At last, looking helplessly about him, he shouted: "Oh, shucks! you tell her, Jack." He pushed him toward Echo. Jack rested his hand on the table and began: "We've a surprise for you that is, the boys have " "What is it?" asked Echo eagerly. "You've got to call it blind," broke in Sage-brush. "Guess it," cried Fresno. "A pony-cart," hazarded Echo.
We had tomatoes in mid-winter from vines that had been bearing for many months, and we saw beets that had grown year after year until they were of great size, in comparison with those of eastern section. While at Fresno we took a trip in carriages across the country to Farmersville, a small town in the interior, about forty miles away.
"The usual poison," absently answered Show Low. Sage-brush struck him in the breast with the with the back of his hand. "Shut up," he growled. Turning to Fresno, he said: "Give us the er 'The Maiden's Prayer." Fresno whisked about so quickly that he almost lost his balance. Gazing at the petitioner in blank amazement, he shouted: "The what?" Sage-brush blushed under his tan.
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