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"You're sure smart to think up things," Jase admired, smiling loose-lipped behind his scraggly beard, that was fading with the years. "I dunno but what it'd serve Marthy right. She ain't got no call to lock the door on me. She hates like sin t' see me with a fish-pole in m' hand but she's always et her share uh the messes I ketch. She ain't a reasonable woman, Marthy ain't. You git the bait.
"No, no, my dear young man. You misunderstood me entirely. We do nothing so crude, so vulgar, so ... so brutal. Oh, sometimes we ... uh ... sometimes an accident happens to someone. But nothing, you understand, that we have anything to do with. Your technique with the poor Mr. Abrams, who was so suddenly taken ... ill ... had led me to hope you had more finesse."
You just go ahead and make a bosom friend uh Myrt Forsyth, Schoolma'am, and believe every blamed lie she tells yuh. I won't be here to argue the point. Looks to me like I'm about due to drift." Miss Satterly, dumb with fear of what his words might mean, sat stiffly while Weary got up and mounted Glory in a business like manner that was extremely disquieting.
In her tranquillity she let the words blow by and heeded only the beating wings of his voice. She was conscious that he was fumbling for impressive speech. "Say, uh Carol, I've written a poem about you." "That's nice. Let's hear it." "Damn it, don't be so casual about it! Can't you take me seriously?"
"I bet you ain' got nothin' of de kin'." "All right. Den dey ain' no use in me a tryin' to 'vince you. I jes' be wastin' my bref." "Go on tell me, Ben." "Huh uh you bet I ain', an' ef I tell you you lose de bet." "I don' keer. Ef you don' tell me, den I know you ain' got no news worth tellin'." "Ain' go no news wuff tellin'! Who-ee!"
Stella saw that it was the skipper of the Panther, a big and burly Dane. He raised the lantern a little. The dim light on his face showed it bruised and swollen. Fyfe grunted. "Our boom is hung up," he said plaintively. "They've blocked the river. I got licked for arguin' the point." "How's it blocked?" Fyfe asked. "Two swifters uh logs strung across the channel. They're drivin' piles in front.
"No, Sammy; your mother knows she ain't, and if she was anything but a selfish old woman, she would be glad that she ain't." "'Sh! 'Sh!" said Mr. Lipkind, reaching this time half across the table for a still steaming muffin and opening it so that its hot fragrance came out. "Sh! No April showers! Uh! Uh! Don't you dare!" "I ain't," said Mrs.
"I betche I'll make 'em good and sick uh my cooking!" he plotted while he went rattling and bumping over the untrailed prairie. He succeeded so well that two days later Chip gave a curt order or two and headed his wagons, horses and his lean-stomached bunch of riders for Dry Lake, passing by even the Flying U coulee in his haste.
"Mis' Hart, he ain't got anybody my folks I lost track of 'em years ago. You see to it git some learnin' in his head. When a man knows books it's like bein' heeled good gun plenty uh ca't'idges in a fight. When I got that gold it was like fightin' with my bare hands against a gatlin' gun. They coulda cheated me whole thing on paper I wouldn't know luck just luck they didn't.
We begged it off him and give Patsy a good bit jolt. That eased him up some, and we give him another and he got to hollerin' so loud for more uh the same, so we just set the bottle in easy reach and let him alone. He's in there now, drunk as a biled owl the lazy old devil. I had to get supper and breakfast too and looks like I'd have to cook dinner. Poison hell!
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