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The announcement stiffened Rosalie. She sat bolt upright. "There ain't nothin' to expose!" she said. "Now let's get on a business basis," said the young man. "Well, you let me tell you one thing first. If you're pumpin' me for evidence, it don't go, because you've got no witnesses." "I'm not pumping you for anything. I'm willing to admit that the spirits, not you, smelled the iodoform "

Thin if th' wurruk ain't good a wild-eyed man fr'm Paterson, Noo Jarsey, laves his monkey an' his hand organ an' takes a shot at ye. Thank th' Lord I'm not so big that anny man can get comfort fr'm pumpin' a Winchester at me fr'm th' top iv a house." "But if I was king ne'er an organ grinder'd get near enough me to take me life with a Hotchkiss gun.

"An' then yo' came to a level, where you crept on your hands and knees through a mile o' windin' drift, 'an' you come out into a cave-place as big as Leeds Townhall, with a engine pumpin' water from workin's 'at went deeper still.

To see such a powerful, noble body, that wuz used to doin' the biggest kind of jobs, quietly bucklin' down pumpin' water to supply a tea-kettle, and churn a little butter, mebby! Why, thinks I, what a lesson to hired girls that is, they're always so fraid of doin' a little more than it is their place to do.

How old is she, for the land sakes?" Zoeth told them the visitor's age. "Well, maybe so," went on Isaiah, "but she don't talk seven; nigher seventeen, if you ask me. Pumpin' me about funerals, she was, and about folks dyin' and so on. Said she cal'lated she'd have a doll's funeral some time. 'For mercy sakes, what for? I says. 'Can't you think up anything pleasanter'n that to play?

"I never even saw a dog like that one before; but when I see a man willin' to go the pace you went for this dog, I'd kind o' sort o' like to own the dog." Bill got interested in the feller an' began pumpin' him for what he called copy. The young feller had punched cattle most of his life, blowin' in his wages at variegated intervals.

He's punchin' the earth full of wan thousand foot holes, and sendin' off two hundred quarts of nitroglycerine at the bottom of them, and pumpin' the accumulation across continents to furnish folks light and hate.

Who-op, sah, steady ole hoss there now we've passed him Trombine and Lizette ahead steady let 'em go, big devil, little devil, an' pumpin' each other Go now, go old hoss, now's the time to save our distance go old hoss, step lively now 'tain't no meetin', no Sunday School it's life, bread and a chance for Cap'n Tom!

"There's a hole in the bottom for sartin'; but mebbe we kin beat it by pumpin'." Thus encouraged, the captain bounds back on deck, calling out, "All hands to the pumps!" There is no need to say that. All take hold and work them with a will: it is as if every one were working for his own life. A struggle succeeds, triangular and unequal, being as two to one.

He too had heerd the fearful word and his princeples too wuz rousted up. He driv right on rapidly, out of the gate and into the highway. But as he druv on fast and almost furius I heerd him murmur words to himself, that accounted for his eager looks while the man wuz dickerin' about the pool. He sez, "It is dumb hard work pumpin' water for so many head of cattle."