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"What I'm gettin' at is that there ain't no one around here that'd rustle them except Radford." "There ain't no other nester around here that you know of?" questioned Ferguson. "No. Radford's the only one." Ferguson lingered a moment. Then he walked slowly to the door. "I reckon that's all," he said. "To-morrow I'm goin' to show you your rustler."
"Theer's them as looks at the dark side," returned Snac, "and them as looks at the bright. Niver say die till your time comes. I'll go and wake him up a bit, though he's no great hand at a bargain, and seems to find less contentment in gettin' on the blind side of a man than most on 'em. Good-mornin', mother; good-mornin', mum."
"Jerry," said the general, "step across to Brown's and tell him to send me three Calhoun cocktails. Wait for them, here's the money." "Yas, suh," replied Jerry, taking the proffered coin. "And make has'e, charcoal," added McBane, "for we're gettin' damn dry." A momentary cloud of annoyance darkened Carteret's brow. McBane had always grated upon his aristocratic susceptibilities.
"You seem to be gettin' mighty flush with money around this joint," he said, severe censure in his tone. "He dropped it the man the marshal shot dropped it it was his," the girl explained. "I wouldn't touch it!" she shuddered, "not for anything in the world!" "Huh!" said Conboy, easily, entirely undisturbed by the dead man's money in his pocket. "My God!
"Pardon me," breaks in Judson, "but one of the conditions is that it must all be done anonymously; at least, so far as the late Mr. Gordon is concerned. As for your own identity in the several cases, you may make it known or not, as you see fit." "How truly fascinating!" sneers Mr. Steele, gettin' up and reachin' for his hat.
"Blood-dhrawn I may be," sez I, gettin' back to my cot an' makin' my line round ut; "but ye know that the man who comes acrost this mark will be more blood-dhrawn than me. No man gives me the name in my mouth," I sez. "Ondersthand, I will have no part wid you in anythin' ye do, nor will I raise my fist to my shuperior. Is any wan comin' on?" sez I.
The implication that Miss Yocum cared to have Ramsey look at her, either with or without gettin' sick, was mere rhetoric, and recognized as such by the producer of it; she had never given the slightest evidence of any desire that his gaze be bent upon her.
It lands on his solar every morning about nine o'clock, gettin' worse steady, and reaches perihelion along about eleven. He can tell the time of day by taste. One morning when his mouth felt like about ten-forty-five in comes a committee from Firemen & Engineers Local No. 21, with a demand for more wages, proddin' him with the intimations that if he didn't ante they'd tie up all his boats."
I nearly wore my eyes out, too, sizin' up the first trainload, and after an hour's wait I was gettin' dizzy keepin' track of the second lot, when all of a sudden I spots this old chap with the thick underbrush over his eyes and the sole leather complexion. "Oh, you Uncle Jerry!" I sings out, takin' a chance and pushin' through the crowd with my hand out. "Wall, how be ye?" says he, real hearty.
I want to know everything about the stables during the last shall we say six months. Who supplies the corn and the hay and the straw?" "I've been gettin' some from Faulkner of Arranakilty, sor, and some from Doyle of Bally-brack." "Don't you grow any horse food on the estate?" "We don't grow no corn, sor." "Well, hay and straw?" "You can't get straw, sor, widout you grow corn."
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