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He wailed the last, sadly, as a complaint unspeakable. "Any trouble doin'?" inquired the old man. "You KNOW it!" the other cried, colloquially. "There was a massacree in the Northern last night." "Gamblin' row?" "Yep. Tin-horn called 'Missou' done it." "Sho!" said Dextry. "I know him. He's a bad actor."
He's had what you might call an extra-long childhood that's why he's got that misty look in his eyes." "That fool look," scoffed Hugh Manners. "You think so? I tell you, Manners, he's just waking up, and when he's clear waked up he'll be a world-beater! You saw that doorknob?" "Smashed? Yep. What of it?"
"Hello, Johnny!" he said, genially, and with a double purpose. "My name's Jean Isbel. By Golly! I'm lost in Grass Valley. Will you tell me where my dad lives?" "Yep. Keep right on, an' y'u cain't miss him," replied the lad, with a bright smile. "He's lookin' fer y'u." "How do you know, boy?" queried Jean, warmed by that smile. "Aw, I know. It's all over the valley thet y'u'd ride in ter-day.
"My, that's a fine piece of horse flesh," glowed the lad. "We have several teams of those fellows for the heavy work with the show. Of course we don't use them in the ring. Is this what you brought me here to see?" "Yep. Git up there." "What do you mean?" "Git up and show us fellers if you're a real circus man." "You mean you want me to ride him?" said Phil. "Sure thing." "How?"
"Will you lend it to me?" "Yep." "Well, there's your old arrow," said Guy, pulling it from between the logs where it had fallen. "I seen it go there an' reckoned I'd lay low an' watch the progress of events, as Yan says," and Guy whinnied. Early in the morning the Indians in war-paint went off on a prowl.
"And what didja think I'd be doin' alla time?" grinned Swing Tunstall. "You wouldn't 'a' tried to knife me, anyway." "G'on. He didn't." "Oh, didn't he? You better believe he did. If I hadn't got a holt of his wrist and whanged him over the head with my Colt for all I was worth he'd 'a' had me laid out cold. Yep, li'l Mr. Luke Tweezy himself.
Curls'll bring yer to yer knees, hair'll make yer heart bleed blood redder'n the sun, an' the leetle man'll jerk 'em tight 'bout yer throat till ye thunder out fer mercy." "Come along," muttered Ebenezer, roughly, to Helen. "If she torments me any more, I fear I'll kill her." His words were not so low but they caught the quick ear of the old woman. "Kill me, yep, kill me, ye proud whelp!
"It seemed as if I simply could not tell the truth: something wouldn't let me." Judy, unheeding her companion's agitation, continued reviewing the situation: "An' just look at all the money you-all done lost!" "Money?" questioned Auntie Sue. "Yep, 'money: that there reward what they'd a-paid you-all if you-all hadn't a-lied like you did.
Jack was looking for the tell-tale piece of wood that had been inserted in the end of the canoe to mend a slight break. "Yep, sure it's her," he declared. "SHE!" yelled the girls. "Jack!" Cora's voice came, "how can you so shock our English?" "Pardon me, ladies," he murmured. "But this is it." "Painted red," Belle was trying to realize out loud.
You're going to find things a heap tougher than No. 10 Camp where you sent me. You surely are." "The coast?" The missionary was startled. "Yep. There's going to be no play game this time. Hellbeam's yacht's waiting on you. You'll take the sea trip. It's safer that way." "Yes." The mitted hands had dropped to the missionary's sides. He moistened his lips, which seemed to have become curiously dry.
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