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Same as it would you or me, mebbe, if we was informed polite and all that from headquarters that they was a new man comin' to jine us that was the pure quill whichever way you looked at him. Old Tom is bein' et up with jealousy, I'm regretful to say." "Animiles feels things a heap more'n humans does," put in the little man known as the Professor. "But they're more reserved in showin' 'em out.
Hotbed o' treason!" he repeated, as if pleased with the phrase. "That's wharrit is." And he added peremptorily: "Break down the door." "But, sir," began the sergeant in protest, greatly daring. "Break down the door," repeated Mr. Butler. "Lerrus be after seeing wha' these monks are afraid of showing us. I've a notion they're hiding more'n their wine."
Do you mean that young whipper-snapper with his big traction engine?" demanded Mr. Kanker. "Look here!" blustered Mr. Damon, "Tom Swift is neither a whipper-snapper nor is his machine a traction engine. It's a war tank." "That doesn't matter much to me," said the farmer, with a grating laugh. "It looks like a traction engine, though it smashes things up more'n any one I ever saw."
Twenty year or more agone I came here fust. There was four of us white men; me as cook, two prospectors, and the perfesser. "He was a queer bloke, that perfesser, clever, too, but bless yer he didn't know heverythink! I'd bin with him a long time, and he used ter tell me more'n he tole the other fellers . . . a clever sort of chap . . . but he didn't know heverythink.
They're awful cheap and handy. You just pour in hot water and there's more'n enough for a meal. Good-by." Imogene, when she returned from the Fair, announced that she had had a perfectly lovely time. "He ain't such bad company Kenelm, I mean," she observed. "He talks a lot, but you don't have to listen unless you want to; and he enjoys himself real well, considerin' how little practice he's had."
"I want you to find out what Kit Carson said and what Kit Carson had. If at any time you want to reach me six months, a year get word through by the wagon trains next year, in care of the District Court at Oregon City, on the Willamette." "Why, all right, all right, son! We're all maybe talkin' in the air, but I more'n half understand ye.
Well, we took off our cloze by-en-by, and went in, and pretty soon he come out. He never noticed us any more'n if we wasn't there; only he come out a good ways from us and walked back where was his things, without lookin' our way. But we seen him; his lip was twisted sort of funny, and made him look like a grin.
"Dunno," returned Bob, as he unlatched the gate without dismounting. "I thought he couldn't fight." "So did I," returned Curly, grimly nursing his battered face. "You cut out the horse; I can't more'n half see." It was no trouble to cut out the bay. The big horse seemed to understand that his time had come.
"Oh, no, no," she declared, with decision, "You ain't a mite of bother, Mr. Bangs. I've heard Miss Martha say more'n a dozen times what a nice man you was and how easy 'twas to provide for you. She likes you, Miss Martha does, and I do, too. Even when we thought you was an undertaker huntin' 'round for remains we liked you just the same."
"You never seen the like the way it all happened, Lew. So quick! The day I took the train was like I was walkin' for good out of a dream. Not so much as a post-card from there since " "Uh uh now cry-baby!" "I ain't exactly sorry, Lew; only God knows, more'n once in those twelve weeks out of work I was for goin' back and patchin' it up with him.
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