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"What's that to me?" says Dick, as stubborn and stupid a King Canute as ever sat with the tide nearing the tops of his hunting-boots; "I don't care a damn what anybody else does! And what's more," he would add, gloomily, "I can't afford to sell at seventeen years' purchase. Anyhow, what's mine's my own! I'll be shot if I'll be bullied!"
"Of course, that's the way. I say, what a brick you are! Would you mind telling me your name?" "Grant Celia Grant," she told him, without hesitation. "Mine's Rex Reggie Rex," he said. "I've often noticed you and wondered what kind of work you did But I beg your pardon; I mustn't disturb you any longer."
The sick man's face had gone even whiter. "I'll trade yo' beans," offered the Texan. "Mine's black!" gasped the other. "I know," The Kid whispered in reply. "Trade with me!" "It means that yuh give yore life for mine," was the agonized answer. "I can't let yuh do that." "Believe me or not, but I have a plan," urged the Texan in a low tone. "And it might work. Hurry."
The Sheriff smiled a sickly smile and ''lowed it waz. Wayland took the record of the mine's output per day. The difference must be used for shipment or storage. Wayland did the counting and measuring. MacDonald jotted down the notes. The downy-lipped youth proceeded along the tunnel with an air of supreme contempt.
"At that you're lucky," he said. "Having a plane to repair. Mine's junk, and I'm just outa the hospital myself. I was a fool to ever go east, anyway. They are sure a cold proposition, believe me. Long as you're lousy with money, and making pretty flights, you're all right. But let bad luck hit yuh once say, they don't know you any more a-tall.
"But mine's a little the largest, and it's red and Gracie's is blue. Don't you suppose, papa, that he'll be smart enough to guess which is which?" "I think it is likely, but you will have to take the risk," replied her father. Then with a good night kiss he left them to their slumbers. Day was faintly dawning when Lulu awoke. "Merry Christmas, Gracie!" she whispered in her sister's ear.
"He-he-he!" giggled Lynn; "look at that funny fat woman on a bicycle." "It's only a lack bicycle," said Max critically, "mine's led." The funny fat woman got off in a most agile fashion when they came alongside. "My dear Hugh!" she said, "and I imagined you still sound asleep. What on earth are you after now?" "Eggs and bacon," said Hugh promptly, "and you can just come home and fry them for me.
Mine's no good... Yes; and bring a lot of disinfectants and a doctor, so it'll be safe to put a few men aboard when you find her and put your hawser on her ... Yes, Grant. If you find her you'll not have reason to regret it. Good-bye! Good luck!"
"I've diggings there, don't you know? An old chum of mine's a fellow of Magdalen. I was just in time for eights' week. A magnificent walk-over for our fellows. Ever seen the race? No? Oh, I say, that's too bad. You must come over for it, next year." "Mr. Herries only returned from England a few days ago," explained Louise, and again raised warning brows. "Do sit down. There's a chair." "Yes.
Hilgard, in charge of the Coast Survey office, was struck by the official terseness of the communications he occasionally received from Winlock, and resolved to be his rival. They were expecting additions to their families about the same time, and had doubtless spoken of the subject. When Hilgard's arrived, he addressed a communication to Winlock in these terms: "Mine's a boy. What's yours?"
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