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"Kate, I'm dreamin'! Dear old Buck! Have you forgotten me? Lee Haines! I should say not. Don't pay any attention to him. Five years. And I've been hungerin' to see you all that . Where have you been? Everywhere! but this is the best thing I've seen. Come in. Wait till we get these packs off the poor little devils. Oh, I'm so glad to see you; so glad! Hurry up, Lee. Your fingers asleep?
The other straightened a little, and his eyes travelled slowly up and down the form of Strann. "I been hungering to meet a man like you," he said. "Hungerin', partner." "North of town they's the old McDuffy place, all in ruins and nobody ever near it. I'll be there in an hour, m'frien'."
The yard was neglected and overgrown with dandelions and wire-grass; but an old rose-bush by the steps was in full bloom, and already Miss Polly was surveying the tangled weeds with the eye of a destroyer. "I declare I'm just hungerin' for flowers," she said wistfully, following the dining-room table as far as the foot of the steps where Gabriella stood.
Rube here's just hungerin' an' thirstin' ter tell you all about Broken Feather's friendly call along at your woodland cabin while he knew you was absent. Ain't that so, Rube?" "Yes," Rube answered, coming forward to Kiddie's side.
"You hate fightin'. This gent Mac Strann likes it; he lives on it; he don't do nothing but wait from day to day hungerin' for a scrap. What's the out? Jest this! You hop on your hoss and ride out with me. Young Jerry Strann kicks out Mac Strann starts lookin' for you he hears that you've beat it he goes off and forgets about you. Ain't that simple?"
Why, that's what you've been hungerin' for, you an' Bowker, ever since I've known ye. And to-day it's come! An' to-day the rent's re-dooced itself fifty per cent. by order oh, dear land o' my fathers! When d' ye go?" "T'morrow mornin', Ann. Hazel'll sure grow a strong, well girl in th' country doctor said so last week you heard him, Mr. Geoffrey, didn't you?" "I did, Mrs. Bowker."
The fact is this were Deef Woman plays that remarkable sweet no one dances at all; jest nacherally sets'round hungerin' for them melodies, an' cadences to that extent they actooally overlooks drinks. "That's right; an' you can gamble your deepest chip when folks begins to overlook drinks, an' a glass of whiskey lasts energetic people half an hour, they's shorely some rapt.
"'Which the Great Father is too many for Crooked Claw, says this parent, commentin' on his helplessness. Bill's gone canterin' to his old gent to remonstrate, not hungerin' for learnin', an' Crooked Claw says this to Bill: 'The Great Father is too many for Crooked Claw; an' too strong. You must go to school as the Great Father orders; it is right. The longest spear is right.
"'It ain't no question of Leavenworth, argues Peets; 'sech thoughts is figments. Yere's how it'll be. Huggins comes chargin' up, hungerin' for blood. You-all is r'ared back yere with that 10-gauge, all organized, an' you coldly downs him. Thar ain't no jury, an' thar ain't no Vigilance Committee, in Arizona, who's goin' to carp at that a little bit.
I need to have a little talk with that gent." "Lead you to him?" echoed Vic Gregg. "Sliver, are you hungerin' to push daisies?" "Look here, Bud," answered the older man, and he laid a hand on the shoulder of Vic. "You been with this Barry, gent, and you've lived in his house. D'you mean to say you're one of the lot that talks about him like he was a ghost bullets couldn't harm?
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