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That's all it was and I'm sorry I dragged you out." "Well," said the hollow-turner, "here be we six mile from home, and night-time, and not a hoss or four-footed creeping thing to our name. I say, we'll have a mossel and a drop o' summat to strengthen our nerves afore we vamp all the way back again? My throat's as dry as a kex. What d'ye say so's?"
That is all." The Big Throat's face was inscrutable. He looked at Menard without a word until the silence grew tense, and the maid caught her breath. Then he said, with the cool, diplomatic tone that concealed whatever kindness or justice may have prompted the words: "The Big Buffalo shall be heard at the council to-night. The chiefs of the Onondagas never are deaf to the words of Onontio."
When they reached her gate, it was she who took the halter from Elvin's hand, and tied the horse. Then she walked up the path, and flung open her front door. "Come right into the settin'-room," she said. "I'll git ye some water right out o' the well. My throat's all choked up o' dust."
Cries of joy resounded from those gathered about the chair. "Hysteric Henry's cured!" "Henry's better!" "The poor man with the ball in his throat's been saved!" "How wonderful you are, Harriet, sweet!" cried Mrs. Bridgeman. "But, then which was it?" "The madwoman at Brussels. I've been thinking about her for two hours this afternoon, with only a cup of tea between." "Poor darling!
"It's fine to see that you've learned not to drive a woman," she returned with grim irony. "It's something to know at your age." I smiled sympathetically upon her, and she continued: "I might as well tell ye the whole of it, though I reckon my throat's jist as like to be slit over it as not." "I'll never breathe a word of it," I replied fervently. "I'd trust ye," she said.
My throat's worth just as much to me as yours is to you, and I don't feel I'd be running any great risk by inviting that boy to come along with us." Lane and Stevens agreed. "It's three against one, Whittington," said Jim. He walked over to the Italian and said a few words to him. The lad's face lighted up with gratitude. Impulsively he bent and kissed Spurling's hand.
Freddy answered her absently and half-heartedly. "No, not yet no report has come. Let's have some tea, first, before we talk my throat's bone dry." Meg was conscious of some constraint, some anxiety in his manner. Freddy's silence could be very eloquent. She gave him his tea and administered to his wants.
"I did it because I had to, because I was looking into the muzzle of a six-shooter in the hands of a desperate man; that was why. Do you get me? And I don't need to be reminded of it. No, by Heaven! My throat's as dry yet as a fish-bone, and every muscle in me aches like hell! I'll remember it all right, and he'll pay. Don't you have any worries about that."
Come on, now, you throw the shells on them horses an' we'll be scratchin' gravel. Fifty miles ain't no hell of a ways my throat's beginnin' to feel kind of draw'd already." "W'er' we goin'?" asked the half-breed as they swung into the saddles. "Bat," said the other, solemnly, "me an' you is goin' fast, an' we're goin' a long time.
And they had earned it after the brave fight in the fort. "Ting-ting." He's always on time, that Little Clock. So Good-night! Marmaduke had played too long in the snow. He was very wet. He was very cold. And he felt very funny and hot all over. "Mother, my throat's got a rubber ball stuck in it," he said. Mother looked at it.
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