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"Thet green, devilish, crawlin' face if ye must know!" And he twisted his long, ape-like arms across his eyes, lying curled up as a dog might. For a moment Hampton stood gazing down upon him, listening to his incoherent mutterings, his own face grave and sympathetic. Then he moved back and sat down. Suddenly the full conception of what this meant came to his mind the man had gone mad.
"An' any mornin' along now we might wake up to hear the Colorado boomin'," went on Holley, significantly. Bostil did not reply to that. "Creech hain't lived over there so many years. What's he know about the river? An' fer that matter, who knows anythin' sure about thet hell-bent river?" "It ain't my business thet Creech lives over there riskin' his stock every spring," replied Bostil, darkly.
Then Anderson appeared, followed by a boy carrying a glass of water for Lenore. They approached the car, Jake sauntering last, with his curious gaze on Nash. "Go in an' get a bite an' a drink," said Anderson to the driver. "An' hurry." Nash obeyed. Jake's eyes never left him until he entered the door. Then Jake stepped in beside Lenore. "Thet water's wet, anyhow," he drawled.
Neale was overcome by his emotion; he sensed that from these men he would learn something. The first look from them told him that his errand was known. "Howdy!" greeted Larry. "It shore is good to see you men the fust we've come on in an awful hunt through these heah hills." "Thar ain't any doubt thet you look it, friend," replied one of the trappers. "We're huntin' fer Slingerland.
He hed a woman with him from the settlemints she's a-waitin' at Hazlan fer him now-'n' she had a cur'us little box, 'n' he put her 'n' the box on a big rock, 'n' started in a callin' 'em his bretherin' 'n' sisteren, 'n' folks seed mighty soon thet he meant it, too. He's always mighty easylike, tell he gits to the blood-penalty." At the word, Crump's listeners paid sudden heed.
"Al, I'm lookin' fer that ammunition to blow up," he said. "There was enough of it to blow the roof off the rancho." "Bill, surely the cowboys would get that stuff out the first thing," replied Alfred, anxiously. "I reckon so. But all the same, I'm worryin'. Mebbe there wasn't time. Supposin' thet powder went off as the boys was goin' fer it or carryin' it out! We'll know soon.
"Plague take your incivility; how long will it take me to reach Lewisburg?" "'Ts owin' ter how fas' yo' travel." "How long does it take you to go?" "I don't never go." "How long did it take you to come from there?" "Tuk me right smart while; but the team broke down." "Confound it. Do you know what I think of you?" "Nothin' thet ud spite my appytite."
If there reely is any sech fish which I don't believe there is I'm goin' t' rassle with him an' mebbe tek him out o' the river. Thet fish is sp'llin' the moral character o' this town. He oughter be rode on a rail thet fish hed. How he would punish a trout in that manner Mr Tupper failed to explain, but his metaphor was always a worse fit than his trousers and that was bad enough.
'I'll never fergit, said he presently, 'if I live a thousan' years, the lickin' I gin thet boy; but it hurt me worse'n it hurt him. Then he told the story of the blue beech. The next day was that 'cold Friday' long remembered by those who felt its deadly chill a day when water thrown in the magic air came down in clinking crystals, and sheaths of frost lay thick upon the windows.
Texans are all over. There's Jim Wilson, Snake Anson's right-hand man. He's from Texas. But thet ain't scarin' any one." He pointed toward Wilson, who shifted uneasily from foot to foot. The girl's flaming glance followed his hand. "Are you from Texas?" she asked. "Yes, Miss, I am an' I reckon I don't deserve it," replied Wilson. It was certain that a vague shame attended his confession. "Oh!
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