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"Oscar's some powder man, you bet," McHale observed. "He don't look like he had the savvy, but he'll cut them fuses so's the shots'll come mighty near together. Blamed if I know why a Swede takes to powder. Seems to come natural to 'em, like pawin' snow to a cayuse." The light blinked and disappeared as Oscar descended. Followed a long interval of silent waiting.
His voice was hard and heavy, and his ears were close to his big, plain Hambletonian head. "How old are you?" he said to the yellow horse. "Nigh thirteen, I guess." "Mean age; ugly age; I'm gettin' that way myself. How long hev ye been pawin' this firefanged stable-litter?" "If you mean my principles, I've held 'em sence I was three." "Mean age; ugly age; teeth give heaps o' trouble then.
"I wouldn't try to take that Russian Bear's job of graspin' and growlin' and pawin' onto me, Josiah, if I wuz in your place; it would tucker anybody out." "The Eagle of France," sez he dreamily, "could be represented in reduced form, as artists say, by Solomon Bobbett's old Bramy rooster with some claws tied on.
His eyes burn red, he evolves his warcry in a deep bass voice, an' goes curvin' out onto the level of the valley-bottom to meet the enemy. Gin'ral Jackson, couldn't have displayed more promptitood. "Thar ain't much action in one of them cattle battles. First, Hotspur an' Prince Hal stalks 'round, pawin' up a sod now an' then, an' sw'arin' a gale of oaths to themse'fs.
"Very sorry, Mr. Ellins," says Ballinger, "but we have done our best." "Bah!" snaps Old Hickory. "It's all waste land, isn't it? Of course he'll sell. Who is he, anyway?" "His name," says Ballinger, pawin' over some letters, "is T. Waldo Pettigrew. Lives in New York, I believe; at least, his attorneys are here. And this is all we have been able to get out of them a flat no."
"Ma, I jest ask you what you would do now, if you was settin' peaceful in the bunk-house pawin' over your war-bag, lookin' for a clean shirt, and all of a sudden whing! along comes a warsh-basin and takes you right over the ear. Wouldn't you feel like killin' somebody?" "Lookin' for a clean shirt!" whispered Andy to Pete. "Did you git that?" Bill "got" it and flushed amazingly.
She wet her handkerchief and bathed her hot face. It was indeed very comfortable there after that long hot ride. "Miss Lenore, I seen thet Nash pawin' you," said the cowboy, "an' by Gosh! I couldn't believe my eyes!" "Not so loud! Jake, the young gentleman imagines I'm in love with him," replied Lenore. "Wall, I'll remove his imagining'," declared Jake, coolly. "Jake, you will do nothing." "Ahuh!
"My sakes alive, if it an't Lizy! Get on your clothes, old man, quick! there's old Bruno, too, a pawin round; what on airth! I'm gwine to open the door." And suiting the action to the word, the door flew open, and the light of the tallow candle, which Tom had hastily lighted, fell on the haggard face and dark, wild eyes of the fugitive. "Lord bless you! I'm skeered to look at ye, Lizy!
So we spreads out across the road and goes scoutin' down the hill. Didn't seem likely a thing as big as that could hide itself completely, even if it had bounced off into the bushes. But we got clear to the bottom without findin' so much as its track. On we goes, pawin' through the bushes, scoutin' the ditches on both sides, and peekin' behind trees.
"If you're sobbin' to hear this songstress," I says, "go for'ard an' camp down at her feet. But don't come pawin' your way into no conversations with me. An' don't hang up no bluff." "'Which if you disturbs me further," retorts Yuba, "I'll turn loose for shore an' crawl your hump a lot."
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