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"Did ye send my message, Stranger? Did they say he war there?" The operator flung him a churlish glance and a short answer. "Thet office was busy," he said. "They didn't hev no time ter take your talk jest now." Then with exaggerated carelessness he turned to one of the other loungers. "Joe, ef ye'll come inter ther baggage room, I'll see ef thet express parcel o' yourn's in thar.
If there had been any danger, grinning Martha said she would have got down "that thar hooky soord which hung up in gantleman's room," meaning the Damascus scimitar with the names of the prophet engraved on the blade and the red velvet scabbard, which Percy Sibwright, Esquire, brought back from his tour in the Levant, along with an Albanian dress, and which he wore with such elegant effect at Lady Mullingar's fancy ball, Gloucester Square, Hyde Park.
Ev'ry time the savages think they've got us, an' it looks too ez ef they wuz right, we slip right out uv thar hands an' the scalps are still growin' full an' free, squar'ly on top uv our heads. We shorely do git away always, an' it 'pears to me, Paul, that we are 'bout the happiest an' most fort'nate people in the world."
The Sergeant nodded, his lips tightly pressed together. "Must hev come from Dutch Charlie's outfit," the scout went on slowly. "He picks up all that sorter truck." "Where is that?" "In town thar, under the bluff. We 'll look it up to-morrow." One by one the barrack lights went out as the tired troopers sought their beds.
He's shorely the high kyard; thar never is that drug-sharp in the cow country in my day who's fit to pay for Peets' whiskey. Scientific an' eddicated to a feather aige, Peets is. "You-all oughter heard him lay for one of them cliff-climbin', bone-huntin' stone c'llectors who comes out from Washin'ton for the Gov'ment.
As soon as Jerry saw them, he burst into a loud laugh, exclaiming, "Jest as I 'spected, they're treed, for sartin." "How do you know?" inquired I. "Know! don't yer see 'em squattin' in that tree, thar?" said he, pointing to a dark object in the branches of the oak; "that's them, for sartin."
He lives though; I sees him after the war. "'As that's no more men for the place, I steps for'ard myse'f. I'm not thar a minute when I sinks down to the ground. I don't feel nothin' an' can't make it out. "'While I'm revolvin' this yere phenomenon of me wiltin' that a-way an' tryin to form some opinions about it, thar's a explosion like forty battles all in one.
Of course big herds couldn't crowd in thar, but in this part of the country we gen'rally find the buffalo scattered in little bands." They found patches of forest, generally dwarfed in character, and looked diligently for the great game. Once a deer sprang out of a thicket, but sped away so fast they did not get a chance for a shot.
"I thought yer said thar wa'n't no bad Injuns eround yere, Sol Flatbush. What d'yer make o' that?" Sol Flatbush got a little pale. "Thar ain't none," he said. "All ther Injuns on the reservation is peaceable. They knows they couldn't do no monkey business with all them sojers at Fort Sill."
"I left my horse in town he's lame." "Yes, I seed you thar." Hale could not resist: "Yes, and I seed you." The old man almost turned. "Whar?" Again the temptation was too great. "Talking to the Falin who started the row." This time the Red Fox wheeled sharply and his pale-blue eyes filled with suspicion. "I keeps friends with both sides," he said. "Ain't many folks can do that."
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