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"Yes, but What are you going to do, Steve?" she cried almost in a whisper. "That's my business and I'm going to attend to it. Keep your mind on the directions I've given. If it's Harrison that comes up over the hill, get right out with all the horses. Gimme your promise on that." Trembling, she gave it to him. "Don't you be afraid. No need of that. It won't be him. It'll be me that comes.
And Dan, Junior "had it in" for Hiram. He had not forgiven the bigger boy for pitching him into the puddle. "An' them was my best clo'es, and now maw says I've got to wear 'em just the same on Sunday, and they're shrunk and stained," snarled the younger Dan, hovering about Hiram as the latter re-dressed the fruit stand during a moment's let-up in the Saturday morning rush. "Gimme an orange."
"Lit?" "Dee Dee, what's the matter?" "Gimme my glasses." She took them from Miss Barnet's trembling ringers and curved them about her ears. "Quit your nonsense now and light the gas. I ain't in no humor for foolin'. Quit waving that little spark in front of me. Light the gas. I ain't going to look at the clock. I'm done worrying about your carryings-on. I'm done.
"Gimme a thousand for preliminary expenses," Scraggs demanded. "After that Speed is my middle name." The charming Señor Lopez produced the money in crisp new bills and, perfect gentleman that he was, demanded no receipt. As a matter of fact, Scraggs would not have given him one. The two weeks that followed were busy ones for Captain Scraggs.
"Gimme back ring ... busted word ... busted engagement ... want ring anyway ... maybe nozzer girl ... you can't tell!" His hoarse voice rose querulously. "Gimme ring, I shay!" Honor shrank back from him against Mrs. King. "Jimsy," she said, "when the boy that gave me this ring comes and asks me for it, he can have it. You can't!"
"How far must we go before we can stop?" asked Mary. "Jess as far's the critters'll take us without showin' distress." "South is out that way, isn't it?" she asked again, pointing off to the left. "Look here," said the spy, with a look that was humorous, but not only humorous. "What?" "Two or three times last night, and now ag'in, you gimme a sort o' sneakin' notion you don't trust me," said he.
"Lookit here, Lanpher," said he, quietly, "don't you try to start nothin' that I'll have to finish. I know you from way back, you lizard, and outside of my regular work I ain't taking no orders from you. Don't gimme any more of yore lip." "Aw, I didn't mean nothing, Alicran. You ain't got any call to get het. I need you in the business." "Shore you do," Alicran declared, contemptuously.
Memory, with phantom voices, repeated in his ears something similar, something he had once said to Herrick years ago it seemed. "Now, gimme over your pistol," said Huish. "I 'ave to see all clear. Six shots, and mind you don't wyste them." The captain, like a man in a nightmare, laid down his revolver on the table, and Huish wiped the cartridges and oiled the works.
"And if it keeps fine all the time I'll give you let me see, I'll give you a shilling when we go away." Johnnie's avidious little claw reached out eagerly. "Godzamin!" said he. "Gimme it now, an' I'll do my best." "Earn it, my child," said Miss Penny, and they went on up the road, leaving Johnnie scowling in the hedge. "Well, where would you like to go to-day?" asked Graeme.
It was a debatable question whether to risk moving him now or take the almost hopeless chance of escaping detection where they were. Prince put the decision on Jim himself. The answer came feebly, but promptly. "Sure, move me. What's one little bullet in the shoulder, Billie? Gimme some sleep an' I'll be up an' kickin'."
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