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"Y'u're drawing the dead-line," the other acknowledged, indolently. "It won't take ten words to tell y'u what I want and mean to have. I'm giving y'u two minutes to hand me over the body of Ned Bannister. If y'u don't see it that way I'll come and make a lead mine of your whole outfit." "Y'u can't come too quick, seh. We're here a-shootin', and don't y'u forget it," was McWilliams's prompt answer.
"'An' all hard-earned money, too, said old Aaron; 'we've been a- sailin, an' a-fightin', an' a-shootin' folks, an a-stabbin' on 'em, an' a-slittin' of their wind-pipes, an' a-walkin' 'em on The Plank, for sixty-five year come the sixteenth o' next August. "'Well, what do you want? asked Black Pedro again. His voice was low, but terrible.
"I'm not a-goin' to squat up here any longer with my friends a-shootin' at me from below an' a lot of wild heathen creeping down on me from above to cut off my bloomin' head." "Same here!" chimed in Red Sanders. Blanco looked toward Wison.
"'Move another inch and I'll fire! cried Al, pointing the musket at the man's breast. "Och! murther! Masther Al, don't be afther a-shootin' me! came a familiar voice in broad Hibernian accents. "It was Pat, the doctor's man. "'What! is that you, Pat? exclaimed Al, lowering the weapon.
'Ere I takes up a blessed son of a pop-gun what calls hisself anything you care to mention, and turns out to be a blessed mounseer at the end of it! 'Ere 'ave I been drivin' of him up and down all day, a-carrying off of gals, a-shootin' of pistyils, and a-drinkin' of sherry and hale; and wot does he up and give me but a blank, blank, blanketing blank!
"Well, I've thought about that a good many times when I've been sailin'. I could see it all, jest the way he put it, the earth a-whirlin' and twirlin', and the fire and flames a-shootin' up to the sky, and rocks and stones and stuff a'b'ilin' and flyin' " Uncle William's eye dwelt lovingly on the picture.
He had followed it, sighted it, and was sinking down behind a bowlder to get a rest for his pistol when the voices of two Honeycutts who had met in the road just under him stopped his finger on the trigger. "That boy's a-goin' to bust loose some day," said one voice. "I've heerd him a-shootin' at a tree every day for a month up thar above his corn-field." "Oh, no, he ain't," said the other.
The line fled out of the box with a speed that made it smoke. But the shot fell short. "'Tis too much wind, skipper," squealed Washy Gallup. "You be a-shootin' into the wind's eye. An' she's risin' ev'ry minute." His only answer was a black look from Cap'n Trainor. The latter loaded the gun again, and yet again. The last time he waited for every one to get well back before he fired the cannon.
I now longs, however, for that whiskey I hurls overboard so graceful. "The Apaches comes tumblin' down onto the trail an' gives chase, a-shootin' an' a-yellin' a heap zealous. As they's on foot, an' as Old Monte is makin' fifteen miles an hour by now, they merely manages to hold their own in the race, about forty yards to the r'ar.
A man who goes a-shootin' with a fowlin'-piece or a Dutch gun must 'ave some sort o' capacity for shootin' mustn't 'e, sir?" "Well, I suppose he must." "W'ereas," continued Jerry, "a man who goes a-shootin' with a blunderbuss don't require no such qualification that's w'ere it is, sir." "D'you mean to say that you can't shoot?" asked Rivers, with a look of surprise.
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