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"There never was an Indian that didn't have 'em," added Jones. "What?" I questioned. They made mysterious signs that rather augmented my ignorance as to what I might get from the Indian, but in no wise changed my mind. When I went to bed I had to crawl over Navvy. Moze lay at my feet as usual and he growled so deep that I could not but think he, too, resented the addition to my small tent.
He's no account; never will be," growled Williams. "I don't know, Brand. He's a mighty likely-looking and interesting specimen. He's different. I kind of like him." "Well, I don't. I ain't got time. He's always goin' to manufacture trouble, when he don't come by it natural. He's got a kind eye, but no brains behind it."
"The old fool should be in a padded cell," growled Holman. "He's so busy digesting that tale that he's not thinking of the dangers of this path. I'm going to speak to him aside." "I hope you have better luck than I had," I whispered. "I bullied him as we were climbing the slope, and I believe he complained of me to Leith.
This just suited Quincy, for, catching Bob around the legs, he lifted him high in the air and threw him backwards over his head. Bob's face was cut and bleeding, when he arose. "Time's up," cried Tom. "Three straight falls settle it." "The first one don't count," growled Bob. "He sneaked in on me and I had no show." "He's right, Tom," said Quincy. "We'll have one more after this if he wants it."
After that, trouble me or mine again at your peril. Now, be off. No, I'll not take any of your dirty money; and if these friends of yours wish to go with you, they are welcome to do so." "We are only acquaintances of Mr. Sibley's," chorused his late companions, "and came in merely to see fair play." "Well, you haven't seen 'fair play," growled Mr. Burleigh.
"Famous!... Awfully famous! He growled in astonishment. "What is it?" He had risen on his seat, was stretching for wind, making a trumpet with his hand, talking to himself, laughing with pleasure, or at certain odd harmonies, just putting out his tongue as though to moisten his lips.
The Abbot, a young man with a delicate face, very pale now and trembling, broke in deprecatingly. "I am very sorry, gentlemen," he said, looking from one to the other, "but it is not my fault. It is in better repair than when I came to it. I have done my best with my Lord Abbot of Welbeck; but we are very poor, and he can give me no more." Layton growled at him.
Here, you, keep out of the way," growled the director, as the shabby little man eagerly pushed between the artist and the blue-blooded Cat. But the disreputable one wanted to know where valuable Cats were to be found.
We only want a couple of young fellows you have here." "We've a right to all the help we have!" growled the leader of the campers: "We've got the papers to show it, too!" "I don't doubt but what you've got papers forged ones, though," replied Mr. Hammond sternly. "We won't dispute that. But you haven't any papers for my man, Tom Osborne." "Tom Osborne your man was he the one that "
He took his great boot off my chest, and I started up. "I wouldn't give much for yer," he growled, "if yer showed yer face here agen." He accompanied this with such a menacing look that I involuntarily shrank away, but recovering myself directly I seized the coil of rope and made for the door. "What!" roared the great ruffian, snatching the rope, and, as I held on to it, dragging me back.
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