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"Seein' as how he tried to give us the double cross " "We'll fix Scraggsy all shipshape an' legal so's he won't have no comeback. Quick, grab some o' them empty potato crates an' pile 'em here where the stiffs was lyin' an' cover 'em up with the tarpaulin. I don't want Scraggsy to think the corpses is gone until I've hooked him good and plenty."
David, she reflected, must have been such a man; but Rinaldo was a nicer name than David, ever so much nicer. "Shakespeare never repeats," observed Mr. Roberts, "but I'll tell ye again, Mandy, that I like ye awful well." "Pshaw!" she replied. "Honest, Mandy, I ain't lyin'." He smoothed his hair, well oiled by the barber an hour before, wiped his hand upon his brown overalls, and laughed.
"Yes, sir," he said, and his lips parted as though he wanted to say something else, but Raines did not notice. "I wished I had axed him," he said, watching the preacher ride away. "Uncle Gabe knows might' nigh ever'thing, 'n' he says so. Crump said the rider said so; but Crump might 'a' been lyin'. He 'most al'ays is. I wished I had axed him."
"I come upon 'im lyin' under a tree wi' a mossel book aside 'im, an' I takes an' looks at the book, an' 'twas all portry an' simpleton stuff like, an' 'e looked old enough to be my dad, an' tired enough to be fast goin' where my dad's gone, so I just took 'im along wi' me, an' giv' 'im my name an' purfession, an' 'e did the same, a-tellin' me as 'ow 'is name was D. David, an' 'ow 'e 'd lost 'is office work through bein' too old an' shaky.
As none of the others felt disposed to lend their knives for such a purpose, they looked at each other in silence. "Mayhap," said the rough-looking miner who had been hailed by McLeod as Webster "mayhap the knife o' the corpse is lyin' about." The suggestion was a happy one.
"Did ye say, my boy, that they were all killed?" inquired Mrs Varley, awaking from her reverie with a deep sigh. "Every one," replied Marston. "Jim Scraggs, who brought the news, said they wos all lyin' dead with their scalps off. They wos a party o' white men."
How is that, lads? I've seen two or three poachers in my time, but for brazen-faced lyin' I've never seen your match. Maybe you're a Sabbath-school out for a trip, or an orphan asylum? "Assistant mathematical master at the Seminary, that's what you are, is it, ye awfu' like blackguard, an' the laddies are the sons o' a respectable Free Kirk minister, the dirty dogs?
It was a clean knock-out, and when Cassidy and Hurricane got through ministering to the fallen man, and indications of returning consciousness were apparent, the professor turned to Billy. "Got any more 'hopes' lyin' around loose?" asked the mucker with a grin. "I guess the big dinge's safe for a while yet."
He's met her there every Sunday for the last six weeks longer, for what I know. I've watched 'em." "You HAVE? YOU have! You've dared to spy on I think you're lyin' to me. I don't believe it." "I ain't lyin'! It's so. I'll bet you anything they're there now, walkin' up and down and talkin'. What would I want to lie for? You come with me this minute and I'll show 'em to you."
But there's somethin' of God an' divinity in all of us, an' in spite of our shortcomin' it'll bring us back at last to our Father's home if we'll give it a chance. "Life everlastin'," repeated the outlaw. "Do you believe that? Oh, if it was only so! To live always up there an' with little Jack. How do you know it ain't lyin'? It's too gran' to be so. How do you know it ain't lyin', I say?