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What's your business at this hour of the night?" "Fwhat do we want?" the sergeant uttered mirthless chuckle "fwhy 'tis yu' we want, Gully for murdher! Come off th' perch, man, th' jig's up! There's a bunch av us here we've got yu're shack covered properly wid carbines north, east, south, an' west ye can pull nothin' off. Come now! will ye pitch up an' act reasonable?
But to have to sit like a dumb lamb and let a stranger tell yu' for an hour that yu're a hawg and a swine, just after you have acted in a way which them that know the facts would call pretty near white " "Trampas!" I could not help exclaiming. For there are moments of insight when a guess amounts to knowledge. "Has Scipio told " "No. Not a word. He wouldn't tell me."
'Cause if yu did, 'tain't no use, Mister. Why," indulgently, "yu couldn't marry her yu couldn't marry her no more'n yu could kill me. Yu're a Gentile, an' yu'd be bustin' yore own laws. But thar ain't no Gentile laws for the Lord's an'inted; so I thought I'd tell yu I'm liable to marry her myself. Yu've kep' away from her consider'ble; this is to tell yu yu mought as well keep keepin' away."
Not bein' on th' thrail, betune us an' yu', means he's either beat ut shtraight south from yu're place an' over th' ice tu th' railway-thrack, or west a piece, an' thin onto th' thrack. Yu'll niver find a hobo far away from th' line. He'd niver go thrapsein' thru' th' snow tu th' high ground beyant. Yuh cud shpot him plain for miles doin' that comin' along."
"Well," said Slavin, with an oath, "th' shtiff cannot have got far-away in that toime. I want um as bad as yuh, Mr. Gully. We were on th' way tu yu're place for um. See here; luk!" Gully heard him out and whistled softly at the conclusion of the narrative. "Once collar this man, Sergeant," said he, "and you've practically got your case.
"You, Mary Ann, yu're ter get up out of that an' com' home straight away an' yu're ter go ter bed, too, mother says so!" and the small Nemesis turned on her heel and trailed off the stage, followed by laughter that seemed fairly to shake the building. Nor was that all.
That comfort ye, Mis' Green, bor?" The faint eyes looked solemnly in the healthy, stolid face above her. "There's nothin' don't comfort me, Mis' Barrett." "An' why's the raisen?" the neighbour reprovingly demanded. "Because yu're a-dyin', Mis' Green, and yu don't give yer mind tu it.
Git, yoreself, or I'll stomp on yu like on a louse." Absolutely, hot tears of mortification, of bitter injury, showed in his glaring eyes. He was but a big boy, after all. "Our meeting here was entirely by accident," I answered. "Mrs. Montoyo had no expectation of seeing me, nor I of seeing her. You're making a fool of yourself." He burst, red, quivering, insensate. "Yu're a liar!
"You men must have had quite a tussle with that fellow, Moran!" he remarked whimsically. "You seem to have come off the best, Sergeant. You're not marked at all." "Some tussle all right, Sorr!" agreed that worthy evenly, his tongue in his cheek. "Yu' go git yu're prisoner, Ridmond, an' be ready whin that thrain comes in. Come back on the next way-freight west, if there's wan behfure th' passenger.
Montoyo consents, that's enough," I informed, striving to keep steady. "I'm not walking with you, sir; I am walking with her. The only ground you control is just in front of your own wagon." "Yu've been told once thar ain't no 'Mrs. Montoyo," he snarled. "And whilst yu're l'arnin' to shoot yu'd better be l'arnin' manners. Yu comin' with me, Edna?" "As fast as I can, and with Mr.
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