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An' I hugged myself to think I hadn't managed to climb 'round on to that ledge jest before the bear arrived. I got this all figgered out, an' it took some time. But still that face, hangin' out there over the height, kept starin' at me; an' I never saw a wickeder look than it had on to it, steady an' unwinkin' as a nightmare.
"Besides these wives you see here, Mister Ward," sed Yung, "I hav eighty more in varis parts of this consecrated land which air Sealed to me." "Which?" sez I, gittin up & starin at him. "Sealed, Sir! sealed." "Whare bowts?" sez I. "I sed, Sir, that they was sealed!" He spoke in a traggerdy voice. "Will they probly continner on in that stile to any grate extent, Sir?" I axed.
"Oh, I say, Torchy!" says he, after starin' at me a second. "What's the sense?" "I don't claim there's any sense to it," says I. "It was the simplest stunt you ever saw. We just went and dug, that's all. But there was the stuff. And we got away with it. You might's well get used to believing though, for I'm applyin' right now for a block of Corrugated preferred.
I marked how drawed and haggard he looked; and then, of a sudden he raised half on to his feet. The girl had begun to sing. Her voice was rich and low, and full of deep, still places, like a mountain stream. But Morrow! He sunk his fingers into me, and leaned for'rad, starin' as though Paradise had opened for him, while the sweat on his face shone like diamond chips.
At which Cuyler, who has been starin' curious through his glasses, steps forward. "What is it?" says he. "Do I understand that the gentleman wishes to speak to me?" "You're hootin'," says Hunk. "Only I ain't no gent. I'm just Hunk Burley, managin' producer. Tent shows is my line, ring or stage, and I'm carryin' a proposition up my cuff that means a lot of easy money to whoever grabs it first.
He'd been out of his head an' she was talkin' to th' nurse, thinkin' he didn't know nothin', an' she said, 'He'll die this time sure enough, an' best thing for him an' for everybody. An' she looked at him an' there he was with his big eyes open, starin' at her as sensible as she was herself.
"Don't stand there starin'; do something," scolded Mrs. Allen. "He gave me his word to stay and face this thing out," shouted the bewildered Slim. "It's all my fault. I sent him away." Echo seized Slim's hand as she spoke. "You sent him away?" She fell on her knees before him. Lifting her hands as in prayer, she implored: "I never thought of his promise to you. He never thought of it.
But what could I do, with rum shops starin' at me from every corner, doggin' my very steps, allus allurin' me, an' the men coaxin' me on all sides?" "I'll take jist one glass," says I, "an' no more. "But that was enough, an' when I sobered up my money was all gone." "And brains too," jeered some one from the back of the room. "Ah, yer wrong there," calmly replied Sol.
Deborah's harsh "Whoa!" sounded before the door; presently she came in, her garments radiating cold air, her arms full of bundles. "What you standin' there for, father?" she demanded of Caleb. "Why didn't you come out an' take some of these bundles? Why ain't you goin' out an' puttin' the horse up instead of standin' there starin'?"
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