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"No, Malachi, I don't, nor do any of us, but we're going on and we don't mean to be taken. Most of the men know this country well. Two of them, in fact, were born in Frankfort." "Then mebbe you kin look out fo' yo'selves, bein' as you are Kentuckians.
There was no time for conversation now, however, and they busied themselves with disarming their five prisoners and binding them with rope. "Gee, Kid!" Red whistled. "We thought we were done, and when yuh came in and made sparks fly whew!" "Theah'll be moah spahks fly, I'm afraid," the Texan drawled. "How'd yo' like to make some spahks fly yo'selves?" The others showed their eagerness.
"Come right in, Miss Jinny, Done heerd de General speak of you often yas'm. De General'll be to home dis a'ternoon, suah. 'Twill do him good ter see you, Miss Jinny. He's been mighty lonesome. Walk right in, Cap'n, and make yo'selves at home. Lizbeth Lizbeth!" A yellow maid came running down the stairs. "Heah's Miss Jinny." "Lan' of goodness!" cried Lizbeth. "I knows Miss Jinny.
The lads were seated on the bank of a small brook, fishing. "Perfesser wants yo' immediate," said Washington. "But we haven't caught a single fish," objected Mark. "Them's the orders from headquarters," replied the colored man. "Yo' both got t' project yo'selves in th' vicinity of th' machine shop.
"Come right in, Miss Jinny, Done heerd de General speak of you often yas'm. De General'll be to home dis a'ternoon, suah. 'Twill do him good ter see you, Miss Jinny. He's been mighty lonesome. Walk right in, Cap'n, and make yo'selves at home. Lizbeth Lizbeth!" A yellow maid came running down the stairs. "Heah's Miss Jinny." "Lan' of goodness!" cried Lizbeth. "I knows Miss Jinny.
"Come right in, Miss Jinny, Done heerd de General speak of you often yas'm. De General'll be to home dis a'ternoon, suah. 'Twill do him good ter see you, Miss Jinny. He's been mighty lonesome. Walk right in, Cap'n, and make yo'selves at home. Lizbeth Lizbeth!" A yellow maid came running down the stairs. "Heah's Miss Jinny." "Lan' of goodness!" cried Lizbeth. "I knows Miss Jinny.
These men had no compunctions of conscience either as to the lawlessness of their business, or to their desire and will to disturb the peace of the camp meeting. Sam Wiles speaks: "Fellers, tomorrer is Sunday, and we'uns must spile their meetin' on de camp ground. You'ns must arm yo'selves with any weapons you'ns can git dirks, knives, clubs, and horsewhips.
"Got to get gay and go projectin' round on the shoot after y'u got your orders to stay hitched. Anything to say for yo'selves?" If they had it was said very silently. "Now, Miss Messiter is going to pass it up this time, but from now on y'u don't go off on any private massacrees while y'u punch at the Lazy D. Git that? This hyer is the last call for supper in the dining-cah.
"Tell 'em it ain't the day for sweets an' they ain't goin' to have meat an' molasses the same day," she remarked as she entered the kitchen. "If I didn't watch you every minute, you'd make yo'selves sick with overeatin'."
Watch yo'selves. Maybe you don't know who the boss is?" "And what's more, I don't care," said Gloster defiantly but with his voice instinctively lowered. He stared past George, and behold, the man in the dressing gown still sat in quiet and sipped his coffee. "It's Donnegan," whispered George. "Don who's he?" "You don't know Donnegan?"
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