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'Na, Tom, thank yer; I can't do thet neither. 'Yer might as well, Liza; it wouldn't 'urt yer. 'Na, it wouldn't be right like; I can't come aht with yer, and then mean nothin'! It would be doin' yer aht of an outing. 'I don't see why, he said, very crestfallen. 'I can't go on keepin' company with you after what I said last night. 'I shan't enjoy it a bit without you, Liza.
"Then we uncovered it, that first little narrow vein o' gold runnin' through the rocks. I thought dad would go plumb crazy when he seen it. Honest, I was skeered for a minute, till I recollected thet joy never killed nobody. "Then I began to be skeered fer myself. I felt so kind o' queer an' wobbly inside o' me.
And Auchincloss, who sat near by, was an interested spectator. When Tom put in an appearance, lounging with his feline grace into the camp, as if he knew he was a privileged pet, the rancher could scarcely contain himself. "Dale, it's thet damn cougar!" he ejaculated. "Sure, that's Tom." "He ought to be corralled or chained. I've no use for cougars," protested Al.
This geranium come off a plant thet was given me by Arabella Slade, 'fore she died in 1896, an' she cut it off'n a geranium thet come from a lot thet Joe Chandler's father raised from slips cut off of some plants down to Boston in the ground that used to belong to our great-grandfather Wilkins 'fore the Revolution."
"Whilst we're aboard this hyar raft," Alexander announced with an utterance that cut like a zero wind, "I'm boss an' I aims fer men ter stay sober. Ef thet don't suit you go ashore." "How?" inquired Jase with a heavy irony and Alexander replied shortly, "Thet's yore business."
"Jack, thar's been times when I've wondered ef hit wasn't my bein' es well-fixed as I am thet made ye think so master much of me." Then indeed the sprites and goblins of ironic mirth rioted in Halloway's brain. The surge of laughter that sought outlet from his lips came near to smothering him, but he succeeded in smothering it though the effort almost clicked him.
Even if his passage to the river had not been blocked, it might just as well have been. "Come on fellers down hyar," called one man from the bluff. "Got him corralled at last," shouted another. "Reckon ye needn't be too shore. We thought thet more'n once," taunted another. "I seen him, I tell you." "Aw, thet was a deer." "But Bill found fresh tracks an' blood on the willows."
I suppose it's all over now, and they are captives." "Wal, better thet than they shed be corpses," is the consolatory reflection of the hunter. "So long as thar's breath left in thar bodies we kin hev hope, as I sayed arready. Let's keep up our hearts by thinkin' o' the fix we war in atween the wagguns, an' arterwards thet scrape in the cave.
'Me? After wot's 'appened? 'Oh, I don't mind abaht thet. Thet don't matter ter me if you'll marry me. I fair can't live without yer, Liza won't yer? She groaned. 'Na, I can't, Tom, it wouldn't be right. 'Why, not, if I don't mind? 'Tom, she said, looking down, almost whispering, 'I'm like that you know! 'Wot d'yer mean? She could scarcely utter the words 'I think I'm in the family wy.
"An' he's harmless," added Farlane. "We ain't agreed," rejoined Bostil, quickly. "What do you say, Holley?" The old rider looked thoughtful and did not speak for long. "Wal, Yes an' no," he answered, finally. "I reckon Lucy could make a man out of Joel. But she doesn't care fer him, an' thet settles thet.... An' maybe Joel's leanin' toward the bad."
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