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“But it’s crammed with sleeping folks, so there’s an end of it,” cried the senator, thoroughly bored. “No, sir, ain’t no person in it; and ther’ ain’t no person likely to be in it ’cept ’tis yerself, Colonel Demarion. Leastways——”
It 'pears to me that, allowin' that to be gospel truth, them ther papers orter be in MY possession you hevin' so to speak no rights to purtect, bein' off the board with this yer young lady, and bein' moved gin'rally by free and independent cussedness.
It was in Virgil that we read that. Æneas was of the family of that Priam who was king of Troy when the siege was on. He got away in a ship and finally landed and settled in southern Italy, off here to our left, and the legend goes that his descendants founded Rome." "Yo' don't mean ter say he wur ther 'riginater uv ther Dagoes?" said Jordan.
"Hooray fer ther bantam!" shouted a big cow-puncher, slapping Jack on the back. "Say, I hear them say you're from Bosting. I'm goin' ter buy a hundred-pound sack o' beans myself ter-morrer an' begin trainin'. If beans'll do that fer you, a sack o' them will make me fit ter lick Jess Willard."
I 'm backin' up the law, not moral sentiment, ye cross-eyed beer-slinger, an' if ye try edgin' up ther another step I 'll plug you with this '45." There was a minute of hesitancy while the men below conferred, the marshal looking contemptuously down upon them, his revolver gleaming ominously in the light. Evidently the group hated to go back without the prisoner.
He lapsed into silence, and smoked. "I carn't understand 'ow it is ther Second Mate didn't 'appen to spot it," Quoin said, in a puzzled voice. It seemed to me that Plummer nudged him to be quiet. It looked as if Plummer shared the Second Mate's opinion, and the idea made me savage. But Stubbins's next remark drew my attention. "I don't hunderstand it," he said, again; speaking with deliberation.
As I sat down, he put his head forward over the bunk-board, and regarded me in a curious, meditative way. "What's hup with ther Second hoffìcer?" he asked, after a short stare. I looked at him, and the other two men looked up at me. I felt I should go off with a bang, if I did not say something, and I let out pretty stiffly, telling them the whole business.
"Wa'al, thar's trouble-makin' sperits amongst both ther Doanes an' ther Harpers an' they seeks ter start all thet hell up a-bilin' ergin like ther devil's own cauldron.... Ef we've done maintained peace 'stid of war fer upwards of twenty y'ars hit's because old Caleb an' a few more like him hes been balancin' thet ladder till th'ar hearts was nigh ter bustin' with ther weight of hit.
"An hit all only goes ter show how good things mout hev been ef we hedn't nuver been hindered from weddin' at ther start." The insolent presumption of the creature sent the blood pounding through Dorothy's temples and the room swum about her: a room sacred to clean memories that were being defiled by his presence.
Suddenly he brushed his tangled hair aside from his forehead. A sigh, which was almost a gasp, escaped him. His lips moved, and he muttered audibly: "Ay, she'll come to me agin, I guess, same as she's done before. Yes, an' it's all hers, 'cause it's all mine now. By Gar! ther's a deal ther' a mighty deal. An' it's ours. Hers an' mine."
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