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If you're sot upon it! That's enough fer me, I guess, ef you're rale sot on it, and you don't think 'twould be better like to wait a little. He could study with Barkman fer a year anyway without losin' time. No! wall, wall. I'm right thar when you want me. I'll go to work to do what I kin.... "P'r'aps we might sell off and go East, too. The farm's worth money now it's all settled up round hyar.
"Told you everything was all right," said Brevoort, turning to watch Pete as he placed the saddlebags at the head of the bed. "All right, so far," concurred Pete. "Say, pardner, you losin' your nerve? You act so dam' serious. Hell, we ain't dead yet!" "No, I ain't losin' my nerve. But I'm tellin' you I been plumb scared ever since I seen that picture. I don't feel right, Ed."
"Why, he was dreadful burnt, an' the doctors thought it would be blind he'd be; but he went to Paris, an' they did somethin' to him there that saved him. Oh, miss, the boys were nearly crazy wid fear av losin' him. They'd rather be afther losin' the regimental cat."
"Now, this here twig was one o' Gallager's greatest troubles. For Sam was always losin' it, or leavin' it behind, an' him or Gallager havin' t' go after it, an' races was havin' t' be held back, or put off, for Sam wouldn't run without that twig. So Gallager hated it. "Along comes a time when Sam is stacked up t' meet a corkin' good runner.
It was a shame to take your money this way, but bein' as you're half-white it was up to me to save you the humiliatin' agony of losin' it to Greasers." The half-breed pocketed the coins as the other buttoned his shirt and took another long pull at the bottle. "Wer' you goin' now?" he asked as the cowpuncher started for the door. The man paused and regarded him critically.
"Sure, if they don't," said Larry, tilting his chair on its hind legs, and calmly blowing a cloud of smoke towards the roof, "it's a losin' game they're playin', for they sarve out the grub at a tearin' pace." "They are doing well, I doubt not," said Ned Sinton; "and they deserve to, for the owner or owners, I don't know how many or few there are made a remarkable and enterprising start."
First thing she lugged our Navajo blankets to the creek, washed 'em, then spread 'em over some bushes and beat 'em with a stick until they were as clean and soft as thistle-down. I'll admit she made a pleasant picture against the bright colors of them blankets, and I couldn't altogether blame Mike for losin' his head. He'd lost it, all right.
I must have scared this one off." He swung into the saddle, a queer light in his eyes. "Mustard, old boy, we're goin' to Bear Flat. Mebbe Radford's hangin' around there now. An' mebbe he ain't. But we're goin' to see." But he halted a moment to bend a pitying glance at the calf. "Poor little dogie," he said; "poor little orphan. Losin' your mother just like a human bein'. I call that mean luck."
The steel-gray dawn was just showing when Dick shouldered his pack, took his axe and gun and shook hands with the boys. "Good-bye Bob. Have a care o' nasty weather an' don't be losin' yourself. I'll see you in a fortnight, Bill. Good-bye." With long strides he turned down the river bend and in a few moments the immeasurable white wilderness had swallowed him up.
'Seems if folks don't talk about nothin' else." Martha put in her assuaging word. "Well, I guess human natur' ain't changed much. I guess nobody ever hankered after gettin' stiff j'ints an' losin' their eyesight an' so. 'Twould be a queer kind of a shay that was lookin' for'ard to goin' to pieces while 'twas travelin' along. Mis' Denny's niece that reads in public read me that piece once.
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