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At first this was done loosely, but tightened up when once around, and finally both the drum-heads were drawn tense. To the surprise of all, Guy promptly took possession of the finished drum. "Them's my Calfskins," which, of course, was true. And Caleb said, with a twinkle in his eye, "The wood seems to go with the skins."
"Them's for him," he said, in an excited whisper. "For him? Why, Billy, wherever did they come from?" His grimy face turned up to mine all aglow with pride and triumph as he answered, "Stole 'em!" The reader may picture my horror and astonishment on discovering Billy's secret.
'Theere, theere, dunnot crack thy throat wi' blessin'. Thy man would ha' done as much for me, though mebbe he mightn't ha' shown so much gumption and capability; but them's gifts, and not to be proud on.
I've got twelve hundred friends in Arizona that's worth a dollar apiece a year; but this danged job only pays seventy-five a month I'd be losing three hundred a year." "Huh, huh," grunted Big Boy, picking up some folded tarts, "your mind seems to be took up with hoboes." "Them's my wife's pay-streak biscuits," grinned Bunker Hill, "or at least, that's what I call 'em.
Beyond was the high hill that lies directly to the north of Los Angeles. Its surface seemed in motion; it looked like a huge ant-hill. "Them's women," said Hill, a few moments after they had left the river behind them. "Women and children. The fight must be on. Hist! Do you hear that?" All three reined in. The sound of cannonading, distant but distinct, came to their ears.
'Ay, he said, with stern sharpness. 'Ay, that's how you live them's the things you spend your time and your minds on. You laugh, and I laugh not a bad sort of life, you think a good deal of pleasure, after all, to be got out of it. If a man must work he might do worse. O you poor souls! The speaker stopped, as though mastering himself.
There's two women comin' along the road from Sallinbeg ways, I dunno the looks of at all, I should say; but the rain's mistin' thick between me and them. Carryin' bundles they are. If they're not any of the Tinkers we're right enough. One of them's a little ould body, and the other's a good size bigger. Strangers they are. Och, mercy on me, have I eyes in me head at all? How strange she is!
If it runs out we kin drop the weemen, and take what o' them's handiest to carry." This was said with a significant gesture, and a ferocity of expression revolting to behold. "Now, boys! what say ye?" "I freeze to Kirker." "And I." "And I." "I'm not goin' to advise anybody," added the brute. "Ye may all do as ye please about it; but this niggur's not a-goin' to starve in the midst o' plenty."
"Them's orders," cried the sergeant. "Come! Get out of here." An undetailed head with dishevelled hair thrust out from a blanket, and a sleepy voice said: "Shut up, Haines, and go home." When the detail clanked out of the kitchen, all but one of the remaining men seemed to be again asleep. Billie, leaning on his elbow, was gazing into darkness.
It seemed to him that a great tension had been relaxed ... that, after a day of intolerable heat, there had come an evening of cool winds. As he approached the city, he could see groups of people standing about in the road, and he went to one of them, and asked if the news were true. "Some of them's surrendered," he was told, "but there's a lot of snipers still about!"
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