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I reckon that's a considerble sight better 'n killin' of him. I'm unfavorable to killin' a man as long as you can git aroun' it; it ain't good sense, it ain't good morals. Ain't I right?" "Yes, I reck'n you are. But s'pose she DON'T break up and wash off?" "Well, we can wait the two hours anyway and see, can't we?" "All right, then; come along."

"Thar's somethin' queery in what the coyoats doin'," is Walt's half-soliloquised observation; adding, "Though what he's arter tain't so eezy to tell. He must be tired o' their kumpany, and want to get shet o' it. He'll be supposin' they ain't likely to kum back arter him; an' I reck'n they won't, seein' they've got all out o' him they need care for. Still, what ked he do stayin' hyar by himself?"

Here the trapper unsheathed his clasp-knife, and having cut a "chunk" from a plug of real "Jeemes's River," stuck it into his cheek, and proceeded with his narration. "I reck'n, I've seed a putty consid'able o' the grizzly bar in my time. Ef them thur chaps who writes about all sorts o' varmint hed seed as much o' the grizzly as I hev, they mout a gin a hul book consarnin' the critter.

"I keep on a-listinin for that sir," he said. "Reck'n I'm hard o hearin." He resumed his study of the face on the bulk-head. A long while he gazed: then smacked one fist into the other. "That gal!" he muttered. "I always know'd how it'd be," and turned at last. Taking the paper from the boy, he packed it into the scent-bottle.

You can sing em a little song, if you know one to keep em quiet." He slid down into the twilight of the kitchen. There only the old foretop-man was to be seen, patient at his post of watch. "Where's Knapp, Piper?" "Why, sir, in the cellar. Wanted to be alone with his trouble, I reck'n. Tarrabul down-earted, the poor lad be."

"Waal, I reck'n I'm glad ye've come the hull three on ye," Jeb Rushmore drawled. "That's some trail over that hill," said Roy, as they rowed across. "We lost it about a dozen times." "Thet? Thet ain't no trail," said Jeb. "Thet's a street a thurafare. I'm a-goin' t' test you youngsters out follerin' thet on a dark night." "Have a heart!" said Roy. "I could never pick that out with a flashlight."

Yes, sir," with quiet gusto, "reck'n we saw all the best that was goin in our time, and not a bad time neether for them as like it, that's to say: seamen and such." He was silent for a time, chewing his memories. And what memories they were! Had he not sailed under Boscawen in the fifties, when that old sea-dog stood between England and Invasion?

"'Bout de time yo' all went up on de hill, I reck'n. I done come right yere, and waited." Keith walked across the room, selected a cigar, and came back, his mind busy with the problem. Hawley had in some manner, then, got into communication with Waite, and was threatening him. But Waite evidently knew the man under another name his given name and the gambler had sent him off on a false trail.

"Sweerin' will no find him," said the Master coldly. "Noo, Sam'l." The big man shifted his feet, and looked mournfully at M'Adam. "'Twas 'appen 'aif an hour agone, when I sees oor Bob goin' oot o' yard wi' little yaller tyke in his mouth. In a minnit I looks agin and theer! little yaller 'un was gone, and oor Bob a-sittin' a-lickin' his chops. Gone foriver, I do reck'n.

Joseph Smith has been made a martyr, and is by this time an angel in heaven. No doubt he is now in glory, at the head of the angelic host." "Wal if the angels are weemen, he'll hev a good wheen o' 'em about him, I reck'n. I've hearn he wur at the head of a putty consid'able host o' 'em up thur in Massoury fifty wives they said he hed! Wur that ere true, Josh?"