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"Lord help us," he continued, "the drunken train'll be up directly. Get up, man, get up; you'll be killed if you lie there." Not a word from the unfortunate man. They all leant over the parapet, straining their eyes to see if Joe really lay there or had crawled away. They could just make out a dark heap lying apparently right across the rails: it did not stir; not a moment was to be lost.
Blennerhasset brought you, an' quit your rubberin', or the train'll start suddently, an' give you a twist in your neck you won't get over in a hurry.... Ma, you comfortable?.... Cora an' Francie, see you behave like little ladies, or I'll attend to you later. See how quiet Sabina is Say, Sabina, what you doin'? Now, what do you think o' that!
You may just go down and get your dinner. When you want to go to bed, you shall have the key." "I ought to have my box, Miss Mary. It's my own box. What am I to do with Baggett? They have given him more gin out there, and he's as drunk as a beast. I think I ought to have my own box. Shall I tell Thornybush as he may come back? The train'll be gone, and then what am I to do with Baggett?
He laughed with a pleasant, half humorous chuckle. "If that happens, why why I guess the train'll be chasing back on its tracks to pick up its lost tail." He spoke with a refined accent of the West. The man nearest him guffawed immoderately. "Gee!" he exclaimed delightedly. "This game's a cinch. Guess Fyles'll kick thirteen holes in himself when that train gets in."
Guess thar's nuthin' like it in the hull world. We'll go up three thousand feet, an' it'll be the nearest to heaven that some of the chaps on this train'll ever be. Jist look at that, now!" Reynolds was indeed looking. Far down below a few cabins appeared like little toy houses, while away beyond could be seen the blue cold waters of the North Pacific. The air was becoming keen.
Bartlett was churning in the shadow of the wide porch, the Squire was mending a horse collar with wax thread, and fussing about the heat and the slowness of Hi Holler, who was always punctually fifteen minutes late for everything. "Confound it, Looizy, what's keeping that boy; the train'll get in before he's started. Here you, Hi, what's keeping you?"
"I'll be in Pittsburgh to-morrow till seven, honey. Sleep over it, and if you change your mind, catch the eleven-forty-five St. Louis flyer out of here to-morrow morning, and that train'll pick me up at Pittsburgh eleven forty-five." "Oh, I " "You be the one to bring this box home, with your own little hands, to poor grandma, honey, and and if you don't change your mind, why why, you can send it.
"Well, I'm your man," said Wright; "I've carried the bag, and I may as well finish the job." "Look alive, then," cried Ned, "or the train'll pass afore you're ready." "You just shut up," growled Joe; "I knows what I'm about."
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