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Anybody but pap would a waited and seen the day through, so as to catch more stuff; but that warn't pap's style. Nine logs was enough for one time; he must shove right over to town and sell. So he locked me in and took the skiff, and started off towing the raft about half-past three. I judged he wouldn't come back that night.
The meal sifted out and made a little track all the way to the lake. I dropped pap's whetstone there too, so as to look like it had been done by accident. Then I tied up the rip in the meal sack with a string, so it wouldn't leak no more, and took it and my saw to the canoe again.
"I don't lend no good dollars on squatters' claims," said Pap. "Let's git to business." We explained what we wanted. Upon the top of Pap's head the sparse grey hairs bristled ominously. His teeth clicked; his eyes snapped. He was furiously angry as I had expected him to be. "You've a nerve," he jerked out. "You boys come up here askin' me fer a thousand dollars. What air you goin' to do?"
"We missed it altogether on the white mustang and on Carlos Martine, didn't we?" "Yes. I would like to know if Martine is still in San Antonio." "Like as not and hobnobbing with some of them Mexican officers, too. Well, he sha'n't have your pap's land, and that's all there is about it." So the talk ran on, man and boy hardly knowing how to put in their time when not on guard duty.
Joe pushed the bottle toward Casey, eyeing him curiously. "That stuff they run yesterday shore is kicky," Joe ruminated sympathetically. "Pap's proud as pups over it. He thinks it's the real article but I dunno. Shore laid yuh out, Casey, an' yuh never got much, neither. Not enough t' lay yuh out the way it did. Y' look sick." "I AM sick!"
But we won't say anything about your father, Judy; that would only make her unhappy; and we must never make Auntie Sue unhappy never." He was as eager and enthusiastic, now, as a schoolboy. "'Course," said Judy, solemnly; "'course you just naturally got ter stay an' take care of her now, after what pap's done said he'd do." "Yes, Judy; I've just naturally got to stay," returned Brian.
"John," said she, thoughtfully, "is this yours?" "No, ma, it ain't none o' mine." "John," continued she, with a cold, unimpassioned earnestness, "where did you get this thing?" "Why, ma," returned the hopeful, "that's Pap's." "John" and there was just a touch of severity in her voice "when your mother asks you a question you should answer that particular question. Where did you get this?"
Could we stay all night? We could there was no hesitation and straight in we rode. "Where's your father?" Both girls giggled, and one said, with frank unembarrassment: "Pap's tight!" That did not look promising, but we had to stay just the same. Buck helped me to unhitch the mules, helped me also to catch minnows, and in half an hour we started down the river to try fishing before dark came.
Pap's hotel was on fire." "Did you really burn it down, Dickie?" He started violently. "I burned it down? Good Lord! No. What made you think such a thing?" "Never mind. Your father thought so." Dickie's face flushed. "I suppose he would." He thought it over, then shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't. I don't know how it started ... I went to New York and to that place you used to live in the garret.
It's the the Gentlemen, if you'll only pull ahead, and let me heave you the headline, you won't have to come a-near the raft please do." "Set her back, John, set her back!" says one. They backed water. "Keep away, boy keep to looard. Confound it, I just expect the wind has blowed it to us. Your pap's got the small-pox, and you know it precious well. Why didn't you come out and say so?
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