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"They're looking for a school-teacher down there, anyway. Much sickness in the Gap lately, Bull?" "On'y sickness I knowed lately is what you're responsible for y'self," retorted Bull with a grin. "Pity y' left over any chips at all from that Calabasas job, eh?" "See McAlpin, Bull, next time you're over Calabasas way. "Go get your hair cut.
It was with an unmistakable twitch of jealousy that he learned that Clay Westmore had already come by and gone with her. "I know what it is now," he said to Jud Carpenter at the mill that morning; "she is half in love with that slow, studious fellow." Jud laughed: "Say, excuse me, sah but hanged if you ain't got all the symptoms, y'self, boss?"
"Same as when I got seein' after the Injuns when I ought to've stayed right here an' seen you didn't go sneakin' off by y'self down by the river," he added slyly, with one of his rare smiles. The girl laughed and clapped her hands. "Oh, Seth!" she cried, as she moved out to return to the house, "then you're a regular 'hobo. What a joke!" And she ran off, leaving the man mystified.
And say, just pick out a spry kid to steer me up against the wash-house, will you?" McGraw signed to the nearest man. "Pete Mr. Blake, our 'Sistant Engineer t' my room." He turned to Blake. "Help y'self. Safety razor 'n' tub handy. Clothes in locker. You c'n wear 'em over to commissary. Guess you c'n git into 'em."
Tige obeying sullenly, to the extent that he crouched where he was and still growled; his master rested his elbows on his great, bony knees, sucked at a short-stemmed clay pipe and waited developments. "How d'yuh do?" Dade, holding Surry as close to the belligerent Tige as was wise, tried to make his greeting as neutral as the attitude of the other. "Tol'ble, thank yuh, how's y'self?
"Pawthrick," drawled the voice from the hammock above, "what'd you do first if you found y'self with twenty pound in your pocket?" "What's the use of askin' me?" replied Mr Button. "What's the use of twenty pound to a sayman at say, where the grog's all wather an' the beef's all horse? Gimme it ashore, an' you'd see what I'd do wid it!"
Yer cud earn more'n any man in the colony, but yer'd lush it all away. I allers sed as how it 'ud end, an' now yer kin see fur y'self.
"No, sir, I wouldn't believe it when my wife seen it in the paper and called it out to me, an' I says there's some mistake, you can be sure, and she says no, here it is in the paper, you can read it for y'self. But I wouldn't believe it till I went by the house on the way to my run, and there was the crape on the door. An' I tell you, suh, I couldn't a felt worse if 'twas one o' my own kids.
"This here's my fav'rut book," Dan continued, "an' is very absorbin'. Set in my chair there, an' read y'self t' death, 'f you feel like it," and Dan took himself off. So Whitey sat in Dan's chair, which happened to be the only chair in the room, and was extremely uncomfortable, being all sagged down on one side, on account of Dan's weight.
Presinkly, up comes Half, an 'is 'oss hall of a lather. 'Take yer dem mongreals, ses Muster Magomery; 'an' don' hoversleep y'self agin. Think Half war goin' ter flog 'is hanimals thirty mile back? Not 'im" "It would hardly be right," I agreed. "Well, I must be jogging" "Not 'im," pursued Jack.
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