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I never met up with Jim Hardenberg, but he sure ain't a breed, an' he's got a darn good rep as sheriff." He groaned. "Wimmin sure is queer. Think of anybody believin' that sort of rot." "Did Lynch know you were listening?" Jessup reddened a little. "No. They were talkin' in the big room, an' I was standin' to one side of the open window.
But once or twice afterwards she referred to a time 'when Spicer was a different man to what he was now. I walked home with her a piece along the creek. She said nothing for a long time, and seemed to be thinking in a puzzled way. Then she said suddenly 'What-did-you-bring-her-here-for? She's only a girl. 'I beg pardon, Mrs Spicer. 'Oh, I don't know what I'm talkin' about!
I reckon it's further north. But if you don't take any stock in it, there's no use talkin'." "I'm not denying its existence," said Merritt, "but you know dozens of men have looked for that and no one's found it yet." "There can't be but one find it," said the prospector. "I aims to be that one. I used to think it was further south.
I've near froze into a plaster figure o' Virtue, what with talkin' like a Sunday-school class, and sparkin' one old maid, and makin' out like I wouldn't melt butter with the other. So H. H. will ship along of you, mates, and we'll off to the China coast somewheres where the spendin' is good and the police not too nosy, and try how far a trunkful of doubloons will go!"
Westover struggled with them a moment. "I can make out one word-shaft." "Anything else?" demanded Whitwell, with a glance of triumph at Jackson. Westover studied the remaining letters. "Yes, I get one other word-broken." "Just what I done! But I wanted you to speak first. It's Broken Shaft. Jackson, she caught right onto what we was talkin' about.
I used to tell Marthy that if a man'd come talkin' church to me, when he ought to been courtin' me, I'd 'a' told him to go on and marry a hymn-book or a catechism. I believe in religion jest as much as anybody, but a man that can't forgit his religion while he's courtin' a woman ain't worth havin'. That's my opinion.
I can show you the way to the jail, too, if you want to know; but I s'pose you've been there many a time," laughed the "wharf rat." Gray was irritated at this rudeness, but he swallowed his anger. "Would you like to make five dollars?" "Now you're talkin' interestin'. Why didn't you begin at that eend of the subjick?
I'll ask you to go right now." "Here's your hat. What's your hurry?" murmured Kirby, by way of quotation. "Sure I'll go. But don't get on the prod, Hull. I came to make some remarks an' to ask a question. I'll not hurt you any. Haven't got smallpox or anything." "I don't want you here. If the police knew you was here, they'd be liable to think we was talkin' about about what happened upstairs."
"I have been thinkin' while you was talkin', an' it's my opinion that it's not only the last whale in the world, but it's purty nigh tame. I believe it's so glad to see some other movin' creature in this lonely sea that it wants to keep company with us all the time. No, sir, I wouldn't have anything to do with killin' that fish!"
The old man's mouth opened in blank amazement. His eyes blinked helplessly. "What you talkin' about, Jinny! Jake's comin' up with the minister, an' you're goin' to be married at noon to-morrow." "I'm takin' him" she jerked her head towards the room where Dingley was "down Dog Nose Rapids to-night.
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