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"After he's been workin' the plantchette for a spell, and then leaves off, and she wants to say something more," Whitwell explained to Westover, "he seems to feel a kind of tinglin' in his arm, as if it was asleep, and then he's got to tackle her again. Writin' steady enough now, Jackson!" he cried, joyously. "Let's see."
I'd ha' speered frae him whether it wouldna ease him to speak wi' the holy Donald McSnaw, but it might ha' been a mistake, and the general wasna a man that you'd care tae mak' a mistake wi'. Ane day I was workin' at the grass border when he comes up and he says, says he: "Did ye ever have occasion tae fire a pistol, Israel?" "Godsakes!" says I, "I never had siccan a thing in my honds in my life."
I've seen him every day this week, and he knew you was workin' for me. If he'd 'a' told anybody, it would 'a' been me; you can bet your hat on that." "Then where did you hear the story?" I persisted. "Why, I dunno just where I did hear it first. Everybody in town seems to know it," he asserted; and with this unsatisfying answer I was obliged to be contented.
'Where it'd been for half the shift, the billy hanging in a dark drive where any man below might 'a 'got at it. 'They found gold in a little box-place made in the heel of one of his workin' boots. 'A boot that was always left in the boiler-house when he was off work. 'He had sold coarse water-worn gold to a Jew at Yarraman. 'Yes, I know, I know.
For wouldn't he be a landlord the moment he stopped workin' all the land himself. An' that would be sure to happen at wanst. Lord Gough is landlord here, an' ye'll not better him in Ireland.
I've been afraid all along he didn't appreciate me; in fact, ever since he first showed up at the Corrugated, and I kidded him about his buried treasure tale, he's looked on me with a cold and suspicious eye. Course, that's his specialty, workin' up suspicions. He's been at it right along, ever since the Agnes was tied loose from her pier, and outside of Auntie and Mr.
Say, I been scared stiff so long I'm just commencin' to feel me legs again. The sun is shinin' and the birds are sawin' wood. I get you, boss! The old guy that owns the wool had me pinched. Well, I ain't got nothin' ag'in' him, but that don't say I ain't workin' for you. Say, if he comes botherin' around me farm, do I shoot?" "No. You just keep right on. Pay no attention to him."
"Looks like a pretty stiff drill up those hills," remarked Bartley. "That's why he turned, right here. 'Tain't just the stealin' of my hosses that's interestin' him. He's takin' trouble to run a whizzer on me get me guessin'. Here is where we quit trailin' him. I got my plan workin' like a hen draggin' fence rails. We ain't goin' to trail Panhandle. We're goin' to ride 'round and meet him."
I thought me an' Neils was stuck at first, but I got my imagination workin' " Captain Scraggs sank limply into McGuffey's arms and the two stared at the doughty commodore. "Hit in the face with a fortune an' didn't know it," gasped poor McGuffey. "Gib, I'm sure glad you got out whole on that deal."
All day, yesterday, he was a loadin' ship down to the shore. It would a' made your bones ache to hear him workin' so; and all night long he was a loadin', and a loadin. Thinks I, won't there never be no end to this, for I felt hard, and him a loadin' and a loadin' all through them long hours, jest as faithful as life, with his eyes like blood, and the sweat a rollin' off'n him.
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