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But Bill remained silent, till under strong pressure, and, as if making a clean breast of everything, he said: "Well, I jest told 'em that if you boys made such a fuss about anythin' like they did about their Gospel outfit, an' I ain't sayin' anythin' agin it, you'd put up seven hundred without turnin' a hair." "You're the stuff, Bill! Good man! You're talkin' now!
"'Well, you see, Mister Saunderson, George hes hed many things to think about, and he maybe hasna hed time for releegion yet, but nae doot he'll be turnin' his mind that wy soon. "Poor George, that I baptized and admitted to the Sacrament and . . . loved: exchanged his soul for the world."
And that weak little man pulled me further back and set me again' him, and talked it all over quiet and still, me turnin' a bunch o' candles in my hand, and counting them ower and ower again as I listened.
"That's the last round-up Slim Jim attempts; workin' cattle he says himse'f is too deep a game for him, an' he never does try no more. So he hangs about Wolfville an' Red Dog alternate, turnin' little jim-crow tricks for the express company, or he'pin' over to the stage company's corrals, an' sorter manages to live.
There's times when salt-water language is the only thing that seems to help me out . . . Well, Mother, what next? What'll we do now?" "You know just as well as I do, Zelotes. There's only one thing you can do. That's go out and beg her pardon this minute. There's a dozen places she could get right here in South Harniss without turnin' her hand over.
"Sae, as I sat an' saw the breakers roolin' in an' breakin' an' heavin' the outer ice, I saw mony flecks pass under the lee of the Governor's Island, an' then I grew mad like, an' swore an' cursed at my ill luck. "'Ay, my lad, but you're right; an' turnin', I saw an ould man wi' dark eyes an' a coat of black furs stannin' beside me.
'Pears like everything hez been jest about ez favorable fer hands an' stock ez one could wish. The spring's work didn't seem ter worry the stock a mite, an' when the new feed come on there was plenty on't, an' the very best quality. So they shed off ez fine ez ever you see ennything in yer life, an' hev jest been a doin' the work in the crop without turnin' a hair." "Glad to hear it, Mr.
"M-m-m-m!" says Warrie, smackin' his lips. "Remember the ones we roasted that day?" "'Deed I do," says she. "You didn't want to try 'em at first." "Wasn't I all kinds of a chump, though?" says he. "And that first chicken pillau you made! Say! "You know," says Warrie, turnin' to Gladys, "it was Valentina who actually knocked out that rheumatism of mine.
I never heard of him turnin' a real trick himself, an' he never got caught at nothin' again, but he chummed in with the gang, an' he always seemed to have coin enough. I ain't seen him in more'n a year. The last I heard of him, he was workin' as a stool-pigeon an' snitcher for the worst scoundrel of the lot." "Who was that?" asked Morrow. Pennold hesitated and then replied with dogged reluctance.
"You shut up on that line," came sharply from Curly. "Phil ain't turnin' us down for nobody. I reckon if Patches is fool enough to want to ride to the Cross-Triangle to-night Phil ain't got no reason for stoppin' him. If any of you punchers wants to make the ride, the way's open, ain't it?" "Now, don't you go on the prod, too," soothed the other. "We wasn't meanin' nothin' agin Phil."
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