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"And that there bird is hangin' right on my saddle now!" he concluded. "And I ain't et since mornin'." "Then we eat," asserted Pete. "You go git that turkey, and I'll do the rest."
I suppose Jackson's still hangin' round Mars, some'res." He had a sectarian pride in the beauty of the Spiritual Temple which Westover walked him by on his way to see Trinity Church and the Fine Arts Museum, and he sorrowed that he could not attend a service' there. But he was consoled by the lunch which he had with Westover at a restaurant where it was served in courses.
His squaw was hangin' around with her eyes poppin' out, but we didn't pay no attention to her. Somehow Mike's pinchers kept jumpin' the track and at every slip a new wrinkle showed in the patient's face patient is the right word, all right and we didn't make no more show at loosenin' that tusk than as if we'd tried to pull up Mount Bill Williams with a silk thread.
Naow this miser'ble murderer, this Farrar, thet's lighted out er hyar, he's nothin' more'n a skunk, but he's got the Lawd arter him, naow. It's jest's well he's gawn; I never did b'leeve in hangin'. I never could. It's jest tew men dead 'stead o' one.
I mind a loon comin' up to him ane day wi' a coont on his slate, ye ken, an' Farquharson wes that enraged at a mistak' i' the coont that he broke the slate on the laddie's heid an' left the frame hangin' like a horse's collar roond his neck!" Farquharson evidently held to the great principle that corporal punishment was part of a sound education.
I've walked two hundred miles, and fed seven times, and my sculp's as near hangin' on a Red Stick's belt as I ever want it to be." "Tom McChesney," said Polly Ann, with her hands on her hips and her sunbonnet tilted, "that's the longest speech you ever made in your life." I declare I lost my temper with Polly Ann then, nor did I blame Tom McChesney for turning on his heel and walking away.
I can't shoot much, never could, but I happened to hit 'im square in the lef' eye, what I shot at, and it was a hundred yards. Down he tumbles, and I runs to 'im and finds my same old scalp a hangin' to his belt. Well, I lifted off his hair with my knife, and untied mine from the belt, and then I had both scalps, he! he! he! You ask Simon Kenton when ye see 'im.
An' I ain't hangin' around it any longer than I have to." "A stampede " began Sanderson. "Gentlemen, shut up!" interrupted Carter. "If any cattle ever come through here, stampedin', that herd wouldn't have enough left of it to supply a road runner's breakfast!" They returned to the camp, silent and anxious. Sanderson took his turn standing watch with the other men.
Don Luis Garcia, a little giddy and tremulous from the effects of that awful blow, wept remorsefully on the neck of McVey, who promptly suggested vinous consolation. "Ay de mi!" he wailed, "why deed I heem not keel so when that I the chance haddest! Now there will not the hangin' be, and Señorita de Tejada Ah, pobre nina!
Calumet bent over him again; the name sounded foreign. "Talk sense," he said shortly; "who's Telza?" "A Toltec Indian," said the man. "He's been hangin' around here for a month. Around the Arrow, too. Mebbe two months. Nobody knows. He's like a shadow. Now you see him an' now you don't," he added with a grim attempt at a joke. "Taggart's had me trailin' him, lookin' for a diagram he's got."
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