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So far as any one can see, they're gettin' just as good land as Paloma Rancho; and the folks we've sold to are castin' dark looks at one Tweet. As if I was to blame! Two fellas that hadn't paid in much have jumped their contracts with us, and are takin' up claims. If many more pull stuff like that say, somebody'll be in bad!
"I think it's a nice name. I always liked the legend of St. Christopher. Somebody'll have to meet him down in Chicago. He might lose his head and take the wrong train." "He's about fourteen, isn't he? Old enough to change from one train to another, and use his tongue if he's in doubt.
The general tone was cynical; there sounded scarcely a note of indignation; no one present seemed to be personally affected by the disaster. The name of Bennet Frothingham was frequently pronounced, with unflattering comments. 'Somebody'll get it hot, remarked one of the speakers; and the others laughed. Rolfe, having transacted his business, walked away.
There was mischief in his eyes, which were fixed on the table, neatly set for the evening meal. "You start right after me. They'll be surprised to see a procession of ponies going over the table, won't they?" "Somebody'll be surprised. May not be the Professor and Santa Claus, though," growled Ned. Stacy had his own ideas on this question, but he did not confide them to his companion.
The guess is six thousand million planets fit for humans in this galaxy. And by the time we've used them up, somebody'll have worked out a drive to take us to the next galaxy to start all over. There's no need to worry about that!
"What're you givin' us is that straight goods?" he demanded, doubtingly. Langdon didn't answer the question direct; he said: "My man's afraid somebody'll get at The Dutchman. There's a lot of horse sickness about, an' if anyone was to take some of the poison from a sick horse's nose and put it in The Dutchman's nostrils at night, why he'd never start in the Derby, I reckon."
If I was merried to you I dunno but I'd be a leetle bit jealous o' you. Say, I may be a widder almost any day now. Somebody'll shore kill Danny Calkins 'fore long." "And, according to you, I may be a married man almost any day," I replied, smiling. "But you ain't merried yit." "No, not yet," I answered. "Well, if you git a chanct you take a look at that gal back there in the kebbin."
But somebody'll introduce you, somebody'll tell her who you are, and when she knows how proud her mother is of Maggie she'll forgive old Hagar Warren!" "Gone stark mad!" was the report carried by the servants to their mistress, who believed the story when Hagar herself came to her with the request that Hester might be buried in some of Maggie's clothes.
Can't you keep such stuff out of type?" "Sometimes if I know about it in advance. I'm sorry, Jim." "They tell me King of William's going to print it in the Bulletin. Better see him." Somebody'll fix him though ... you'll see." The trio wandered off to Broderick's relief, making their exit just as Cora entered the door. The gambler approached Richardson.
"I ain't been so thirsty sence I come round the Horn, in '50, an' we run short of water. Somebody'll get hurt ef thar' ain't no bitters on the old concern they will, or my name ain't Perkins." "Don't count yer chickings 'fore they're hetched, Perky," said one of the party, as he adjusted his domino under the rim of his hat. "'S'posin' ther' shud be too many for us?"
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