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"We-ll," he observed, "I really I can't say. I never met the lady." "What difference does that make? If a dead woman come and stood alongside of MY bed 'twouldn't make no difference to me whether I'd MET her or not. Meetin' of her then would be enough. My Lord of Isrul!" "Oh oh, I beg your pardon. Do I understand you to say that this ah gentleman's wife is dead?" "Um-hm.
Captain Zelotes nodded. "That now is a good time to talk? Yes, I do," he said. "Good! Then suppose we talk." "All right." There was another interval of silence. Then Fosdick broke it with a chuckle. "And I'm the one to do the talking, eh?" he said. Captain Lote's eye twinkled. "We-ll, you came all the way from New York on purpose, you know," he observed. Then he added: "But there, Mr.
But, sarcasm and all, the O.C. gives him credit for being onto his job and it's coming to him, too. He's quick acting and he's got the Criminal Code well-nigh by heart. Regular blood-hound when he starts in working up a case." He yawned, and rising stiffly to his feet stretched his cramped limbs. "We-ll! Reddy, my giddy young hopeful!
"We-ll, I guess likely I could guarantee that fish would go 'most any way the wind did, unless it should take a notion to blow straight up and down, which don't happen often. So you know Cap'n Hedge, do you? Relation of his, are you? Visitin' there?" "No. Mamma and I are boarding at Mrs. Smalley's, but I go over to call on Captain Hedge 'most every day." "Sho! Want to know!
"Sorry I did it, boys?" and the flush on Andrews' face subsided and a grin came to his lips. He was usually an easy-going man, but when aroused he could act. "We-ll, no," admitted Jack, while Hal laughed. "But come on; let's get out of this crowd." It was several days after this affair that Mr. Pollard, who was on the submarine, got a message from Mr. Partridge, the superintendent of the yard.
Are you willing to admit that Pablo Artelan is not my equal?" he challenged suddenly. "Certainly!" Kay and her father both cried in unison. "Very well. Is Mr. Okada my equal?" "He is Pablo's superior," Parker felt impelled to declare. "He is not your equal," Kay declared firmly. "Dad, you're begging the question." "We-ll, no," he assented, "Not from the Anglo-Saxon point of view.
Smillie of the Church crowd, old man Fredericks of National Metal know what they handed me today?" "Let her come." The Mayor snorted with disgust. "Hinted if I didn't begin enforcement day after tomorrow they'd appeal to the Governor.... Lord, I wish Barklay was here." The Chief grinned again. "I know what Barklay'd say." "What?" "Give 'em rope." "We-ll ... that's easy enough to say."
The latter nodded. "All right, thin, get mounted, th' tu av yez, an' lead on!" Keeping needfully wide of the broad, claret-bespotted swath in the snow, the party started trailing back. Yorke and George rode ahead. The latter glanced around to make sure of being out of earshot of their sergeant. "We-ll of all the hardened old cases! . . . Slavin sure does crown 'em!" he muttered to his comrade.
Bangs," she said, "but don't you think yourself that that is funny? The idea of your bein' noisy, I mean." He stroked his chin. "We-ll," he admitted, "perhaps it is. But sometimes I am quite boisterous, really I am. I remember once, years ago, I was in an old cemetery in New Hampshire and I suddenly discovered an inscription which pleased me VERY much. MOST quaint and unusual it was dear me, yes.
Captain Lote Snow had summed up local opinion of the transaction when he said: "We-ll, Sol Dadgett's been talkin' in prayer-meetin' ever since I can remember about the comin' of Paradise on earth. Judgin' by the price he got for the Inlet Hill sand heap he must have cal'lated Paradise had got here and he was sellin' the golden streets by the runnin' foot."
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