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Second pause the bell boring on, but more faintheartedly, as if doubting whether it ever would reach that nerve. Finally Western Union gave it up. "A'right. Guess I will." Clang of the gate: whine of the descending car: silence.... Softly P. Sybarite tiptoed down the stairs.
"A'right, Massa Tom, I shorely will," and Rad limped off with his pail of whitewash, and the long-handled brush. It may have been fate that sent Andy Foger along the rear road a little later, and past the place where Eradicate was making the fence less "disrupted."
"You little vagabond!" he panted, seizing him by the collar as they reached the schooner together. "A'right," said Henry; "'ave it your own way then." "Drop him overboard," said the mate, who was standing on the deck.
Why ain't this good place as any for bee make her happy cupboard?" "Show it to us, Chick-chick. You're hiding it. We know what you are trying to do. You want to keep all that honey for yourself." "Chick-chick wants all the honey for himself," chimed the chorus. "Lead us to your bee tree, Chick-chick. Don't be selfish." "A'right, boys. There's bee tree in these woods.
They talked in low voices, and Pete explained the cause of his long absence, where he had been, and how for some time he had been trailing the rebels until he had at last discovered the place and night of meeting to arrange plans for united action. "How did you know where I was?" Dane asked. "I didn't tell any one where I was going." "Me know, a'right. Me know white woman. Me know Dane."
"I want you to sit down quietly and think how very naughty you have been, Max," she said. "Remember, I am coming in a few minutes to ask you if you are sorry." "A'right," said Max cheerfully. The ladies went back to the dining-room and conversation took a wider trend, for Miss Bibby seemed not too certain now of the judgment of the author's sister.
The Express rushed through, broke roaring upon their unimpeded vision, devoured the gleaming line of metals that lay between wood and tunnel, and left them with the taste of cindery steam in their open mouths, and the memory of a white handkerchief waved at a carriage-window by a slender hand. "It's a'right, old gal!" said W. Keyse, beaming. "Come on up to the 'ouse.
"A'right," mumbled drowsy Rose. And the light was extinguished, and the blind of the French window rattled up. Deb flung both leaves wide like all the Redford doors, they were never locked or barred and drifting over the verandah, sat down on the edge of it, with her feet on the gravel.
"They'd tear you in pieces as soon as you got among those red imps," said Tom. "You stay here, Tomba, and you can help us to-night." "A'right, me glad help lick red fellows," said the black, with as cheerful a grin as he could summon. The Black Hawk circled around, with Tom and the others looking for a good place to land.
Purdy, she don' wink no mor'. Dat damn good t'ing." Again Alice Marcum shuddered as Endicott spoke: "Can you find our horses?" he asked. "I must go to town and give myself up." "Oui, A'm git de hoss' a'right. Better you tak' 'em an' skeep off. A'm git on dat posse an' you bet we no ketch. A'm lak' you fine." "No! No!" Endicott exclaimed. "If I have killed a man I shall stand trial for it.
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