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"But he's a man-killer, Mr. Perris. I've seen it!" His hand went out to her and she listened in utter amazement while he pleaded with all his heart in his voice. "Lemme have a chance to make him my hoss, murders or not! Lemme stay here on the ranch and work, because they's no other good place for hunting him.
'For instance, I says, 'if they's another drop of liquor sold to an Injin during this haying time, and a couple or three nights after that your nasty dump here is set fire to in six places, and some cowardly assassin out in the brush picks you off with a rifle when you rush out it will be mighty hard to prove that anybody did that, too; and you not caring whether it's proved or not, for that matter.
And of course they's plenty of newspapers from Paris but all printed in la la la so as every time you come to a word you half to rumage through a dictionary and even when you run it down its libel to mean 20 different articles and by the time you figured out whether they are talking about a st. car or a hot bath or a raisin or what and the he ll they are talking about they wouldn't be no more news to it then the bible and it looks to me Al like it would be a good idear if you was to drop me a post card when the war is over so as I can tell Capt.
"I should have knowed you before," he said in a voice which carried only to the ears of Strann. "You're the brother of Jerry Strann. And they's a reason why Bart hates you, partner!" The thick upper lip of Strann lifted slightly as he spoke. "Him or you you and your wolf together or one by one it don't make no difference to me. I've come for you, Barry!"
Andy filled his mouth with hot biscuit and stirred up the sugar in his coffee like a man who is occupied chiefly with the joys of the table. "Aw, you ain't going to git me that way agin," Happy Jack declared. "They's some ketch to it." "There sure is, Happy. The biggest ketch you ever seen in your life. It's ketch the Flying U outfit and squeeze the life out of it; that's the ketch."
The deputy remained behind, thoughtful. "What's the matter?" asked one of the spectators. "You look like you'd seen a ghost." "Gents," answered the deputy, "do any of you recollect seein' this feller before?" They did not. "They's something queer about him," muttered the deputy. "He may be word-shy," proffered a wit, "but he sure ain't gun-shy!"
"Yes," agreed Charley dejectedly, "of all that's happened, this is the worst fix of all." "All we has to eat," continued Toby, "is half a loaf o' bread, a small bit o' pork and enough tea for one or two days, besides the three geese Dad were sendin' home to Mother." "Perhaps we can get some game on the island?" suggested Charley. "No," said Toby, "they's no game here. 'Tis too small an island."
The Hopper set the catsup bottle on the checks and rubbed his cheek, squinting at the ceiling in the manner of one who means to be careful of his speech. "They's things wot is an' things wot ain't," he began. "We ain't none o' us ever got nowheres bein' crooked.
"It looks to me," said Captain Abernethy, "as if she did. And if you was to go further, Mr. Cleggett, and say that it looks as if she was liable to need a couple o' trained nurses, too, I'd say to you that if they's goin' to be many o' these kind o' goin's-on aboard of her she DOES need a couple of trained nurses." "Captain," said Cleggett, "you are a humane man let me shake your hand.
"For the men to come back with Roger. Then we'll haul home." "You'll 'ave to wait a bit longer, I'm thinkin'," said Priscilla "They's all drinkin' beer in the yard now an' tappin' another barrel to drink at when the waggon comes in. There's no animals on earth as ever thirsty as men! Well, good luck t'ye! I must go, or there'll be a smell of burnin' supper-cakes."
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