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I'll tell you what I'll do: if you want to trade, I'll give you seventy-five dollars for them two trees, and it's an awful price. Buyin' known trees like them's like tradin' for a tame calf; you'd let your forty-acre piece go without no fuss. Don't mind what folks say. They're yourn, John; or ain't they?"
Well, if them Indians had caught you fryin' your supper, you'd have got as well acquainted with the next world in just about three quarters of an hour. Well, we've all got to foot it now; but it ain't far. I'm powerful anxious to know what's goin' on over to Sanchez'! Mebbe two tribes met and them's the victors offerin' up the tail end of that there valiant army.
I wonder which of them's got it. 'Oh look, look! cried Anthea suddenly. On the bare breast of one of the sailors gleamed something red. It was the exact counterpart of their precious half-Amulet. A silence, full of emotion, was broken by Jane. 'Then we've found it! she said. 'Oh do let's take it and go home! 'Easy to say "take it", said Cyril; 'he looks very strong.
"And didn't you make my foolish old eyes jest fill up at the thought of any baby I'd ever held in my arms goin' to a place like that and bein' turned into a little jelly-mold them's your words, a little jelly-mold " "Well I did mention jelly-molds, but still " "And didn't you make me feel so bad that I couldn't let Mr. Thornton give that blessed little John in charge and be sent to a home?"
Writin' po'try kind of detracted me mind from love. Guess I could love a woman if she wouldn't laugh at me for bein' so dog-goned lengthy. She would have to be a small one, though, so as she'd be kind o' scared o' me bein' so big. Then mebby we could get along pretty good. 'Course, I wouldn't like her to be scared all the time, but jest kind o' respectable-like to me. Them's the best kind.
Old Ding-dong saw it too. He raised his head. The moonlight was on his face, and the hand in Kit's quivered. "Them's my colours," he whispered. "I never struck em." The dawn-wind blowing chilly on the boy's skin roused him. All night he had slept like a child far from the world and its terrible distresses. The weary body had brought peace to the worn mind.
Coaly, old boy! you-uns won't be so feisty and brigaty after this, will ye!" "John, what do those two words mean?" "Good la! whar was you fotch up? Them's common. They mean nigh about the same thing, only there's a differ. When I say that Doc Jones thar is brigaty among women-folks, hit means that he's stuck on hisself and wants to show off "
'Ay, I'll tell you; I was coming to that. Mrs. Christopherson has relatives well off a fat and selfish lot, as far as I can make out never lifted a finger to help her until now. One of them's a Mrs. Keeting, the widow of some City porpoise, I'm told. Well, this woman has a home down in Norfolk. She never lives there, but a son of hers goes there to fish and shoot now and then.
"But you fought the Frenchmen with the Injins," declared Lot. "Huh! Them's only half-bred. Frenchmen ain't no more'n savages," said 'Siah, gloomily. An hour passed a long, long time to the excited boys. Then, far down the winding road quite a piece of which they could observe from the summit of the wooded ridge, was seen the sudden glint of sunlight on metal.
Where he stood it was less than an eighth of a mile below him; he could almost have thrown a stone into it. He bent in his saddle, shaded his eyes, and gazed intently. "Fo' God!" he muttered under his breath. "That's Mr. Gray hisself! Them's the clothes he was wearin'!"
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