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It passed. Again the rancher leveled the glass. "Wal, Blaisdell, there's our old Texas friend, Daggs," he drawled, dryly. "An' Greaves, our honest storekeeper of Grass Valley. An' there's Stonewall Jackson Jorth. An' Tad Jorth, with the same old red nose! ... An', say, damn if one of that gang isn't Queen, as bad a gun fighter as Texas ever bred.

"Wal, suh, you found the lady, Mistah Wo'thington. Thought you would, suh. T'other young gentleman come in while ago looked as if he was feelin' powerful bad, Mistah Wo'thington." When they reached Boston, Cynthia felt almost as if she were home again, and Ephraim declared that he had had the same feeling when he returned from the war.

Who's the lady?" Ellis glanced furtively at Mary, squirming his bare toes on the dusty floor. "Wal, I cal'lated I could find it," he replied. "I undertook it on my own hook, and I guess I'll see it through. I'd like the fun of restorin' it, if I can, Jim." The postmaster laughed. "You're right cute, Ellis," he said. "Parker gone a-fishin' yet?"

Say, Lucy, are you in love with him?" Lucy uttered a strange little broken sound, half laugh, half sob. "Love him! Ah!" "An' your Dad's ag'in him! Sure Bostil'll hate any rider with a fast hoss. Why didn't the darn fool sell his stallion to your father?" "He gave Wildfire to me." "I'd have done the same. Wal, now, when you git back home what's comin' of it all?" Lucy shook her head sorrowfully.

"Wal, the day you come back I'll clean out Stanton's place jest to start entertainin' you," he replied, with his slow drawl as marked as ever it was. A stir of anger in Neale's breast subsided with the big, warm realization of this wild cowboy's love for him and the melancholy certainty that Larry would do exactly as he threatened. "Suppose I come back and beat you all up?" suggested Neale.

"Never mind he's got a limp," said Norah, in whose eyes that legacy of the war covered a multitude of sins. "Well, he has. But he even limps in a lady-like way," grinned Jim. "And he has no time for Wal and me. He told me that he was surprised that five years of France and England hadn't made us less Australian." "It's a matter of regret to us all," said Norah placidly.

Then he stood erect, and, grinning in his habitual manner, he waved an arm in the direction of the moving Indians. "Wal?" inquired Seth, coldly. "I, Jim Crow, come. I know heap. Fi' dollar an' I say." Seth thought rapidly. And the result was another sharp inquiry. "What is it?" "Fi' dollar?" "If it's worth it, sure, yes." "It heap worth," replied the scout readily. Seth's comment was short.

"Why, Margaret!" exclaimed Nan, in horror. "How you talk!" "Wal, it's so. I don't like old, wizzled-up folks, I don't, now I tell ye!" "That sounds awfully cruel," said Nan, soberly. "Huh!" snorted Margaret, no other word would just express her manner of showing disgust. "There ain't no reason why I should go 'round makin' believe likin' them as I don't like.

At sight of his employer he pulled up as if slapped. "Oh!" he faltered, "I didn't know you was here, sir." "No," said Blinky with keen relish, "I guess you didn't." "I ah come over to see Sam about that note," stammered Roland. "Wal, don't you bother your head 'bout what ain't your business, Roly. Come on back to the bank." "All right, sir."

"Wal, then she went off switchin' and mincin' up to the deck agin, and a flirtin' with the cap'n; for you see 'twas 'greed to let 'em play their play out. "Wal, Tom he lay there a waitin'; and he waited and waited and waited, till he 'most got asleep; but finally he heard a stirrin' in the box, as if the fellah was a gettin' up.