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Robert, "that he has a way of stating his opinions quite convincingly." "Yep," says I, "I should judge that. But if I think he's bilkin' you on this, is it my play to sit behind and chew my tongue?" "By Jove!" says Mr. Robert, his sportin' instincts comin' to the top. "You shall have your chance, Torchy. The directors shall hear your views; to-morrow, at two-thirty. You will follow Briscoe."
She stopped short in the snow and waited impatiently for the boy to overtake her, more interested in her bucket of oysters than in the prospect of a gift from him; but as he drew near, she saw he carried two white, furry bundles, and her eyes grew bright with anticipation. "Surely not your bunnies, Bryan?" she gasped. "Yep!
"They runned away from hum, and I ain't seed 'em till I found out that they was at Shellington's." "And how did you discover them?" "Saw Flea goin' up the steps," lied Cronk. "I knowed her the minute I see her, in spite of her pretty clothes." "Then you applied to Mr. Shellington for them?" "Yep." "And he refused to deliver them up?" "Yep damn him! But I'll take 'em, anyway."
In an angry tone, he commanded, "Don't you 'yep' me. Say, 'Yes, Sergeant-Major!" I did so. Somewhat mollified, he ordered, "Outside for church parade." I looked up and answered, "I am not going to church this morning." He said, "Oh, yes, you are!" I answered. "Oh, no, I'm not!" But I went.
He placed her on the floor and held her hands to protect himself from her fury. "I glimpsed her through the window," he explained. "She was lining out for the stable and then a minute later I saw her swing a saddle onto what horse d'you think?" "Out with it." "Jim's big Thunder. Yep, she stuck the saddle on big black Thunder and had a rifle in the holster.
I had a woman a long time ago, and when she didn't mind me I beat her, and beat her and beat her hard! That's the way to do with women folks!" "Ye had Scraggy, didn't ye, Lem?" asked Lon, heaping his arm with his clothing. Flukey stood silently by, his pale face ghastly in the thin, yellow moonlight. "Yep; but Scraggy wasn't no good. I didn't like her. I do like Flea, and I'd stick to her, too.
"Bring him to my place!" exclaimed Stephen in surprise. "What can we do for him there?" "Won't he need the doctor?" "Yes, he may. But we can't go all the way to Bradin now." "Guess you won't have to do that." "Why, what do you mean?" "He's at the Stickles'." "At the Stickles'?" "Yep. The little girl got hurt, so we went after the doctor." "Oh, I see I see now," Stephen mused.
"So you've come back to stay, eh?" inquired Eells unsociably, "I thought you'd left these parts." "Yep left and came back," replied Wunpost lightly. "Say, how much do you want for that contract? You might as well release me, because it'll never buy you anything you've got all the mines you'll get." "I'll never release you!" answered Judson Eells firmly. "It's against my principles to do it."
"How come he understands books?" said the girl. "I couldn't never make nothing out of 'em." "Me neither," agreed Joe in sympathy. "But maybe Bull don't understand. He just likes to read because he can sit still and do it. Never was a lazier gent than Bull." Harry turned at the door of the shack. "Yep, reading," he announced with disgust.
Jimmy Stiles is the young gaffer I's trailin' that afternoon with that tan satchel from the Alderson Construction Company's office. No, the Chief didn't say anythin' to me 'bout him; but I knows where he is." "You do?" "Sure Mike! An' I proceeds to dry them tears the Queen's sheddin' by informin' her that the kid's within a few miles of her right now." "What? You mean he's " "Yep.
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