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"Listen!" he said, tersely, and bent his head a little to one side, ear to the slight breeze. They all listened. Ellen heard the beating of her heart, the rustle of leaves, the tapping of a woodpecker, and faint, remote sounds that she could not name. "Deer, I reckon," spoke up Somers. "Ahuh! Wal, I reckon they ain't trailin' us yet," replied Colter. "We gave them a shade better 'n they sent us."
Betty! gang wi' Robert and help him to luik for Shargar. Ye auld, blin', doited body, 'at says ye can see, and canna tell a lad frae a lass! 'Na, na, grannie. I'm no gaein' oot wi' a dame like her trailin' at my fut. She wad be a sair hinnerance to me. Gin Shargar be to be gotten that is, gin he be in life I s' get him wantin' Betty.
Jenney of the apple orchard, but holding out a horny hand with unmistakable warmth, "how be you, Austen?" Looking about him, Mr. Jenney put his hand to his mouth, and added, "Didn't expect to see you trailin' on to this here kite." He took a piece of cake between his thumb and forefinger and glanced bashfully at Victoria. "Have some lemonade, Mr. Jenney? Do," she urged.
Do I take you along there ain’t goin’ to be no trailin’, none ’tall—do they want Don Cazar to keep on breathing regular. Git them hands up, high!" With all the force he could summon Drew kicked at Johnny’s crouching body. Shannon cried out—there was a shot. Then Johnny cried again, this time with a choke cutting off the word as he arched convulsively against the boulder.
In this draw aforesaid, just like a rid granite gravestone sat a rid granite Injun, 'a good Injun, mind you. In his hands was trailin' a broken wreath of pink blossoms, an' near as an Injun can, an' a Frenchman can't, he was lovin' 'em fondly. My appearance, unannounced by me footman, disconcerted him extramely. He rose up an' he looked a mile tall.
"You kin call me a fool," he said with a certain challenge in his tone, "but this yere trail don't look good to me, somehow. These yere tracks, they don't size up the same as they done all the way out here. 'N' another thing, they ain't aimed t' meet up with the bunch that Luck's trailin'. We're headed straight out away from whar Luck's headed.
For Ardelia I knew wuz one of the soft little wimmen that has got to have men a trailin' round after 'em; and her bein' so uncommon tender hearted, and Mr. Flamburg so deep in love, I feared the result. Wall, I wuz jest a thinkin' of this that day after dinner when Josiah proposed a walk, so we sot out. He proposed we should walk through the park, so we did.
"That's Mary Foster getting out of that carriage with the two white horses, she that lives in the brown house with the cupilo." "Look at her dress trailin' after her. I'd like my dresses trailin' after me." "Well, may they be good, these rich folks!" "That's so. I'd be good if I was rich; wouldn't you, Moll?"
"I can't prove they are Deveny's men but I know it, for they're always around. An' it's the same way with Barbara she can't go anywhere without Deveny, or Rogers or some of them ain't trailin' her. "As I said, the sheriff can't do anything or he won't. He looks worried when I meet him, an' gets out of my way, for fear I'll ask him to do somethin'. "That's the way it stands.
He just nat'rly pumped the gal, an' now he's up here trailin' you. Blame it all, it makes me laugh." "I don't see what you see to laugh at. This Keith isn't an easy man to play with, let me tell you. He may have got on to our game." "Oh, hell, Bart, don't lose your nerve. He can't do anything, because we've got the under holt.
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