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Then he remembered Joan and made a slight significant gesture at her mask. "Kells, the people in this here camp wouldn't look at an army ridin' through," responded Smith. "It's every man fer hisself. An' wimmen, say! there's all kinds. I seen a dozen with veils, an' them's the same as masks."
"Them's mackerel gulls," volunteered Ira as he pointed to two birds perched on a precariously buffeted buoy. "There's a sayin' that 'When the whippoorwills begin to call, the mackerel begins to run' then the gulls come, too."
No sooner were they all seated than the captain began with his comments and criticisms, his "them's my opinions," in a manner and tone which they vainly strove to moderate.
"Yer only gettin' 'alf an hour fur yer dinner we've got ter git the job done ter-day." "Why didn' yer tell us it was a task job? Gorblimy we ain't done 'alf of it! We won't get 'ome afore five or six o'clock ter-night." "I can't 'elp it, 'tain't my fault. Yer've got ter git it done, them's me orders!"
D' ye see thet furtherest line o' campfires, 'way on yander hill? Well, them's Union. Ef ye could see far enuf ye'd see they're 'bout five miles long, an' they look purtier'n the stars in heaven." "But if they are so close the battle will begin immediately, will it not?" "Hit ain't likely ter be put off very long, but thar's no tellin' what'll happen in war, or when." "When is my time to come?"
"Them's the customers I mean, Miss Rose," answered Jack, in the same strain as that in which he had first spoken; "they're the same thing at sea as lawyers be ashore, and seem made to live on other folks. Them's sharks." "And yonder is truly the boat!" added Mulford, with a sigh that almost amounted to a groan.
Grace laughed so merrily that, for the moment, she forgot that she was supposed to be in a fainting condition. Getting up rather unsteadily, she offered her hand to the cowboy, who, in his embarrassment, instantly dropped his bravado and half held out a limp paw for Grace to shake. "Them's our sentiments. We double cinch what Bud jest articulated, Lady," called a cowboy voice. "Thank you, Bud.
"And you would scorn to serve under the French flag, or the Turkish flag, or the Black flag, or any flag but the Union Jack, wouldn't you?" "Right you are, mate; them's my sentiments to a tee!" "Well, then, you can't expect me to sail under false colours any more than yourself," continued Miles.
The boy felt a little foolish, and he said: "Aunt Polly, it SEEMED mortified, and it hurt so I never minded my tooth at all." "Your tooth, indeed! What's the matter with your tooth?" "One of them's loose, and it aches perfectly awful." "There, there, now, don't begin that groaning again. Open your mouth. Well your tooth IS loose, but you're not going to die about that.
Them's kettle-tenders, floor managin' the baile they be; an' if a buck who's dancin' gets preeoccupied with thinkin' of something else an' takes to prancin' an' dancin' listless, the way the kettle-tenders pours the leather into him to remind him his fits of abstraction is bad form, is like a religious ceremony.
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