You couldn't a-killed him, Dave," he cried at little Davie tucking up his toes under him on the grass. "No," said Davie. "O dear me, he may be alive and bite us all now." "Hoh!" exclaimed Joel, "he's just as dead as anything. See!" and he twitched up the long gray snake by the tip of the tail and swung it over his head.

I told him he couldn't see him; or, rather, that if he did, with the dog's heart as rocky as it was, I would not answer for the result. He did not speak a word after that, except 'Do your best'; and went out." "From what that cousin o' mine said," put in Bill, "I judge if he'd come in, it would a-killed the dog right off." He was smoothing Murphy's ears as he spoke. "I told him," continued Mr.

"S'posin' Steve had a-killed Jass to keep him from killin' Rome, hev he got to be damned fer it jes the same? Hev he got to give up eternal life anyways? Hain't thar no way out'n it no way?" There was need for close distinction now and the miller was deliberate. "Ef Steve shot Jass," he said, "jes to save Rome's life he had the right to shoot him. Thar hain't no doubt 'bout that. The law says so.

He said he must a-killed more'n twenty of 'em, he guessed, judging by the yelling and groaning, and by the way they slacked up on their fire.

And I did carry mun on to the end to what was the name of the place again? something like currants it was." "Corunna?" said Colonel George. "Ay, that was it, Corinner but when we got there, there wasn't no ships, and General Moore had to fight the French and bate mun before he could sail home. And he was a-killed, poor gentleman, he was, as you know, and many other brave men besides.

I come 'ere thirty-five years ago when I was a young kid. I come with a skipper and I was the only crew. Me and him, and I was eighteen, and the boat was the Victor. I lived 'ere and about for ten years. Them was the days for a little excitement. There was a chief, Mohuho, who'd a-killed me if I 'adn't been tapu'd by Vaekehu, the queen, wot took a liking to me, me being a kid, and white.

How about it, Bill?" "How about what?" countered Billy, his teeth close together. "The girl, and the dawg, and the fight but more especially the girl. The Pilgrim " "Damn the Pilgrim! I wisht I'd a-killed the lying The girl's a lady, and he ain't fit to speak her name.

But the boy only shook his head and sobbed the more. "Ef he's a-killed," he cried, "his ha'nt 'll come back fo' me." I saw in a moment what the boy was afraid of. It was not of old Polete in the flesh, but in the spirit. I thought for a moment.

You orter a-killed me, but I'm mighty glad you didn't. That shot of your'n was the best sermon I ever had preached to me. I hain't tasted a drap of liquor since that day, and I never will. I'm goin' to start to Illinoy to-morrow, and I'm goin' to get married and be a man. Better marry me, Rita, and go along." "I'm sure you will be a man, Doug," responded Rita.

'Sposin it had been your wife, or your leetle gal. You'd hev done the same's I done, wouldn't ye?" Thayor breathed heavily. "Wouldn't ye?" insisted Dinsmore. "He ruined her, body and soul he stole her, I tell ye; he warn't satisfied with that he got her to drinkin'. Wouldn't ye a-killed him, Mr. Thayor?" Thayor's eyes sought the shadows between the pines; for an instant he did not reply.