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Mebby you could buy a fust-class cook-book with it and learn somethin'." "Learn somethin'! Why, you long-geared, double-jointed, glass-eyed, hay-topped, star-smellin' st-st-steeple, you! Get out o' this afore I break my neck tryin' to see your face! Set down so I can look you in the eye!" And Wingle waved his stout arms and glowered in mock anger. Sundown laid the money on the table.
You hain't got no show now 'cause the onliest one left is a old long-geared roan renegade that's on the prod " Tex yawned: "Jest you tell 'em to run him in, Slim, an' I'll show you how we-all bust 'em wide open down in Texas."
"Luke seems to be living with us lately." "I never knowed him and Lanpher was good friends?" Racey cast at a venture. "I didn't either till lately." "Jack Harpe ever come out here?" "Long-geared feller supposed to have capital? Hangs out in Farewell? The one that Marie girl tried to down? Bo, he ain't been here as I know of, but then he could easy drift in and out and me not know it."
The baseman was covering the sack in a position to get the long-geared runner, and, catching the ball, he put it on to Crane with considerable viciousness as Josh slid. "Out at third!" shouted the umpire, with up-flung hand. The attempted sacrifice had been turned into a miserable failure solely because the locals had known precisely what their opponents would try to do.
The brute in Moncrossen held subservient the more human emotions, else he must surely have betrayed his surprise when, twelve hours ahead of schedule, the greener swung the long-geared tote team to a stand in front of the office door.
He's a independent old cuss work if he damn good an' feels like it, an' if he don't he won't. "If you think you c'n tackle it, I'll have the blacksmith whittle you out a crutch, an' you c'n take that long-geared tote team an' make Hilarity in two days. They's double time in it for you," he added, as a matter of special inducement. Bill did not hesitate over his decision.
How that last look of alarm and incredulity, which I caught as I turned for a parting glance, went to my heart! Her stall was soon filled, or partly filled, and this time with a native a specimen of what may be called the cornstalk breed of Virginia: a slender, furtive, long-geared heifer just verging on cowhood, that in spite of my best efforts would wear a pinched and hungry look.
Dad didn't get back till after dark, and when he came he had on a suit of the King's clothes, too tight around the stomach, and too long in the legs, cause dad is pusey, and the King is long-geared. "Did you have a good time, dad?" says I, and he said, "Haven't you got any respect for age, condemn you? The King has ordered that you be fed to the animals in the zoo."
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