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"H'yare! Damn yeh none o' that!" He leaped from his horse, and running up, tore the rider from his saddle in one swift effort. The fellow struggled fiercely. "Let go o' me, 'r I'll kill yeh!" Bacon growled something inarticulate as he cuffed the man from side to side, shook him like a rag, and threw him to the ground.

But Joe rushed upon her, determined to steal a kiss anyhow. "H'yare! H'yare! None o' that." "That's no fair," cried the rest, and he was caught by a dozen hands. "She didn't go round three times," he said. "Yes, she did," cried a dozen voices. "You shut up," he retorted, brutally, looking at Ed Blackler, who had not spoken at all. Ed glared back, but said nothing.

Will Kinney told Sary Hines for the fourth time how his team had run away, interrupted by his fear that some kind of pie would get away untasted. "An' so I laid the lines down H'yare! Gimme another handful of crackers, Merry an' I laid the lines down while I went t' fine nary a noyster I can hold any more. Mrs.

The boy screamed "Dinner!" and waved his hat with an answering whoop, then flopped off the horse like a turtle off a stone into water. He had the horse unhooked in an instant, and had flung his toes up over the horse's back, in act to climb on, when Rob said: "H'yare, young feller! wa!t a minute. Tired?" he asked the girl with a tone that was more than kindly; it was almost tender.

"Well, Brad Talcott, how are you anyway? you're jest in time to help me pick berries." Bradley sprang out and shook hands with hearty force. "Give us your dish." "H'yare!" yelled Councill from the load of hay he was driving in, "I can use you out here." "Oh, you go long," replied Mrs. Councill. "He's got better company and a better job."

'Corn seems to be pretty well for-ward," he continued in a louder voice as he walked away, still gazing into the air. "Crops is looking first-class in Boomtown. Hello! This Otto? H'yare y' little scamp! Get onto that horse agin. Quick, 'r I'll take y'r skin off an, hang it on the fence. what y' been doing?" "Ben in swimmm'. Jimminy, ain't it fun! when 'd y' get back?" said the boy, grinning.