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They enjoy the morning as much as we do. Begging's their way of telling people howdy." "Somebody pays them to come," he grumbled, helping her into a pale blue kimono. Tess laughed. "Sure! But it pays us too. They keep other bums away. I talk to them sometimes." "In English?" "I don't think they know any. I'm learning their language." It was his turn to laugh.
He grinned over Sandy's shoulder. "Howdy, Miss Sheila? Brothers don't know their own luck. Wisht I had a sister about your size." "I'll adopt you right now!" she declared, and proceeded to give practical proof of it, somewhat to his confusion. "You're an awful bluff, Tom," she accused him. "Really, I believe you're bashful with girls. I never suspected it before."
The spell of those looming grand shafts of colored rock was still strong upon him. One morning Slone had a visitor old Brackton. Slone's cordiality died on his lips before it was half uttered. Brackton's former friendliness was not in evidence. Indeed, he looked at Slone with curiosity and disfavor. "Howdy, Slone! I jest wanted to see what you was doin' up hyar," he said.
But he was there, anyway, and half a dozen choice spirits with him, and when we'd said "Howdy" all around they proceeded to spring a keg of whisky on us. Now, the whole Northwest groaned beneath a cast-iron prohibition law at that time, and for some years thereafter. No booze of any description was supposed to be sold in that portion of the Queen's domain.
Under the cover of night a few dusky figures met by stealth in McCullough's woods. "Howdy," said Robert, approaching Uncle Daniel, the leader of the prayer-meeting, who had preceded him but a few minutes. "Thanks and praise; I'se all right. How is you, chile?" "Oh, I'm all right," said Robert, smiling, and grasping Uncle Daniel's hand.
"Howdy," answered the rider, picking her way towards them from the trail. "Julie!" cried the Overlanders, as Julie Thompson rode into the flickering light of the campfire. "What is the matter? Has something gone wrong, Julie?" begged Grace, running forward, her companions following close at her heels. "Ah reckons somethin' is goin' t' right smart," answered the girl, slowly dismounting.
"Las Vegas, I'm tellin' you all the greasers air leavin' the range," he said. "Howdy, Abe!" replied Las Vegas. "What 'n hell you talkin' about?" The man repeated his information. And Las Vegas spat out frightful curses. "Abe you heah what Beasley's doin'?" "Yes. He's with his men up at the ranch. Reckon he can't put off ridin' down much longer." That was where the West spoke.
"Howdy, Buck," was his greeting to Duane. He spoke carelessly and averted his dark gaze for an instant. "Howdy, Sol," replied Duane, slowly. "Say, Sol, I hear there's a gent in town looking for me bad." "Reckon there is, Buck," replied White. "He came in heah aboot an hour ago. Shore he was some riled an' a-roarin' for gore.
Presently a man with a gnawed yellow mustache and a shifty eye walks out of one of the offices, and perceives our friend. "Howdy, Mr. Hopper?" says he. Eliphalet extends a hand to be squeezed and returned. "Got them vouchers?" he asks. He is less careful of his English here.
"There, to the side of the road... and here comes a man.... Oh, if he shouldn't be the one they're expecting!" Helen peered out to see a tall, dark form, moving silently, and beyond it a vague outline of horses, and then pale gleams of what must have been pack-loads. Dale loomed up, and met the stranger in the road. "Howdy, Milt? You got the girl sure, or you wouldn't be here," said a low voice.
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