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He would like to bark a few, he said; you couldn't tell him from a sure enough dog; he could imitate the different breeds hound-dog, bull-pup, terrier but the manager was definitely shaking his head. Suddenly his partner spoke. "The girl might take a turn!" "In the show?" the portly man said in surprise. "The Company's Una weighs two hundred pounds and has a face as broad as a barn-door.
If we go having a fraycas now they'll get suspicious and go fussbudgettin' round like a hound-dog after quail." "Just as if they won't suspicion something's up soon as Peaches Austin gets back to Farewell." "Peaches Austin ain't going back to Farewell right away. I've fixed Peaches for a few days. And a few days is all I need to find out what I want to.
By the time they were in position their quarry had slipped out of sight and they had only the blackening boulders for targets. "God amighty," cried Ronicky Joe, "are you goin' to let that murderin' hound-dog get clear off, Pete? Boys, who's with me for a run at him?"
'You're like a hound-dog when you laugh like to that, she said, 'and I dunna like the hound-dogs. He stopped laughing. Abel's harp beat upon them, and the soft thudding of feet on the turf, like sheep stamping, had grown in volume as the shyest were gradually drawn into the revelry. A rainstorm, shaped like a pillar, walked slowly along the valley, skirting the base of the hills.
"Then there is no need to tell you I have made up my mind to go with Frank." Her tone was coldly final. Woods had turned and was again gazing out of the window. Jim looked at Helen with the eyes of a hound-dog. My heart ached for him, but there was nothing I could do. "Why did you come back?" Jim almost whispered, keeping his eyes directly on her face. "Because I didn't want a scandal."
Gorgeously sleepy and gorgeously certain that by and by she would go, not to a stingy hotel bed, with hound-dog ribs to cut into her tired back, but to a feathery softness of slumber she wavered down to the drawing-room, and on the davenport, by the fire, with Victoria chocolates by her elbow, and pillows behind her shoulders, she gossiped of her adventure, and asked for news of friends and kin back East.
It was on Sunday when I awoke to the realization that I had quitted civilization and was afloat on an unfamiliar body of water in an open boat containing One light steel cage, One rifle and ammunition, One stenographer, Three ounces rosium oxide, One hound-dog, Two valises.
The mother of a large family said in my presence, with the calm earnestness of one fully experienced: "If a feller 'd treated me the way did I'd git me a forty-some-odd and shoot enough meat off o' his bones to feed a hound-dog a week." Three of this woman's brothers had been shot dead in frays.
We had been sitting there for a long while without exchanging a word, dreamily watching the ripple of the azure water, when all at once there came a scurrying patter of feet through the forest, and, looking up, I beheld the hound-dog, tail between his legs, bearing down on us at lightning speed. I rose instantly. "What is the matter with the dog?" cried the pretty stenographer.
"I can jump," she said, breathlessly, edging out to the platform; "please let me! There is time yet if you only wouldn't hold me so tight " A few moments later we walked slowly back together through the car and took seats facing one another. Between us sat the hound-dog, a prey to melancholy unutterable.
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