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"I've hearn him a-jinglin' it in his room; an' night afore las' I clim' up-stairs and peeked in, an' he had a whole pile of gold pieces 'bout that high," measuring with his hands; "but he see me, an' he said he'd gimme a whalin' ef he catched me at it agin." "Did you watch him last night?" asked Mr. Mainwaring. "Yas; he acted so kinder queer that I waited 'round to see what he was goin' to do.
By the holy fire that burns night and day before the altar of Belus, I'm sure I could! By Hec, I'm going to do it now! Gimme that hoe!" "Toots!" said the bearded man. It seemed to the King that the fellow spoke derisively, and his blood boiled angrily. He seized the hoe and raised it above his shoulder, bracing himself solidly on widely-parted feet. He uttered a discordant laugh.
The shriek of uncontrollable terror lifted into his voice once more. "I ain't ready to die. Gimme a chance, Tom. I'll change my ways. I swear I will. I'll do like you say every minute. I'll nurse Beresford. Me, I'm a fine nurse. If you'll gimme a week jus' one more week. That ain't much to ask. So's I can git ready." The man slipped to his knees and began to crawl toward Morse.
"And as to 'my affairs, 't is my affairs, an' I be water-bailiff, an' I'll thank you for the number of your ticket so now then!" "What's become of Morgan?" asked the other. "He 'm fust, I be second; and 't is my job to take the license numbers." "Pity you're such an uncivil young cub, then." "Gimme your ticket directly minute!" "I'm not going to."
"Who'd have thought we'd done such a piece of engineerin', when we started out?" inquired the dear one of Mr. Briley's heart, as he tenderly helped her to alight at Susan Ellen's door. "Both on us, jest the least grain," answered the lover. "Gimme a good smack, now, you clever creatur';" and so they parted. Mr. Briley had been taken on the road in spite of his pistol.
"Well, they won't have their backs broke as carry this one downstairs. He ain't a Danny Lambert, anyway." "No, they don't feed ye on Bovril in plyces syme as this. I'll lay ye odds yer own looking-glass wouldn't know ye arter three months 'ard on religion and dry tommy." "It pawses me 'ow people tyke to it. Gimme my pint of four-half, and my own childring to follow me."
"Gimme half a dollar, and I'll tell you where your horses are. Gimme half a dollar. Gimme half a dollar, and I'll tell you." An instant later, with the half-dollar in his hand, he said: "They're up to the shed of the Meetin' House." "Yes, go along up to the Meetin' House, Mr. Mazarine," said one of the miscreants who had driven the horses there.
"What'll you take, Billy, to lemme get 'em?" he asked, his commercial spirit at once aroused. "What'll you gimme?" asked he of the salable commodity, with an eye to a bargain. Ikey pulled out a piece of twine and a blue glass bead from his pocket and offered them to the child with the mumps. These received a contemptuous rejection.
"Well, h'ist yerself up thar; I reckon we c'n pull through somehow. Gimme the luggage." Margaret stood appalled beside the bony horse and his uncouth rider. Did he actually expect her to ride with him? "Couldn't I walk?" she faltered, hoping he would offer to do so. "'T's up t' you," the man replied, indifferently. "Try 't an' see!"
Two as pretty little wounds as was ever drilled clean by a powerful rifle at short range. Dead? Why, inside two weeks he'll be fit as a fiddle, and inside a month he'll be his own self! Dead! Jud, you make me tired! Gimme that water." He went to work busily. Out of a sort of first-aid chest he took homemade bandages and, after cleansing the wounds, he began to dress them carefully.
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