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'Keep quiet, do, said Sam, 'there never vos such a old picter-card born. Wot are you bustin' vith, now? 'Sammy, said Mr. Weller, wiping his forehead, 'I'm afeerd that vun o' these days I shall laugh myself into a appleplexy, my boy. 'Vell, then, wot do you do it for? said Sam. 'Now, then, wot have you got to say? 'Who do you think's come here with me, Samivel? said Mr.

"Owr Blessed Leady be praised, yo are free," he cried. "Dunna stond tawking here, Ebil," interposed Hal o' Nabs, who by this time had reached the ground, and who was fearful of some new remonstrance on the abbot's part. "Ey'm feerd o' pursuit." "Yo' needna be afeerd o' that, Hal," replied the miller. "T' guard are safe enough.

Good-by, Amarilly." "Good-by, Mr. Derry." Amarilly walked home very slowly, trying to think of a way to realize again from the surplice. "I'm afeerd I won't find a place to rent it right away," she sighed. Looking up, she saw the Boarder. A slender, shy slip of a girl had his arm, and he was gazing into her intent eyes with a look of adoration.

"It's no use, sir," said Massan; "he's past hearin'. I'm afeerd that they're off in the direction o' the White Bear Hills, in hopes o' gittin' a shot." "Try again, Massan," urged Stanley; "raise your pipe a little higher. Perhaps it will reach them." Massan shook his head. "Try it, Bryan," he said, turning to the Irishman, who was sitting on a rock leisurely filling his short, black pipe.

"I've seed two men with the drap on each other and both afeerd to shoot, but I never heerd of sech a ring-around-the-rosy as eight fellers with bead on one another and not a shoot shot. I'm glad I wasn't thar." He frowned when Hale spoke of the Red Fox.

Oh, I am afeerd of Mars Lennox, for he favors his pa mightily; he has got the keenest scent of all the pack; and he went up yonder, and 'cused, and 'bused, and browbeat and aggervated and tormented that poor, helpless young creetur,'till she fell down in a dead faint on the jail floor; and sence then, the Doctor says her mind is done clean gone.

"Why should you think of the police, Aun' Sheba, unless you have something on your mind?" he asked, coolly removing the cover of the basket and helping himself. "You didn't make these cakes. Did you steal them?" "Marse Clancy, what you take me fer?" "That depends on how honest your answers are." "I ain't 'bliged ter answer 'tall." "Oh, you're afraid then." "No, I ain't afeerd.

"Ah'll tell y', Dallas," he said, by way of compromise, "ef Lounsbury don't come back with y' " "He will," assured Dallas, stoutly. "W'y, we'll go t' th' Fort, as you say." "All right, dad," she replied, giving his back a pat. He began to hobble up and down. "You ain't scairt t' go?" he ventured at last. "Ain't afeerd o' nothin'?" "No; and I'm going on my own hook, remember. It's not your fault."

Then he explained that he put on eight-hour shifts to run the tunnel, two English miners on each shift to handle the drills and gads, and Boers and Kaffirs to carry back the debris; that the rock was most favorable, and rapid progress was made, averaging a little over ten feet per day; that he offered bribes and bounties to the shift that should make most progress; and that he had tapped the ledge and cross-cut it in four months, "because," he added naively, "we lost all reckonin' o' time, 'nd I'm afeerd we worked of er Sunday sometimes;" that the ore was quite up to the average, or a little better than what was on the dump; that so soon as the vein was struck he had started drifts up and down the ledge and an upraise, and had, when he left, probably 1,000 tons of ore on the dump, and that as the mine was further opened the daily output was steadily increasing.

I don't know as we'd orter take 'im down to town, Dale; maybe it's ketchin'!" "Not take him! Not take him!" Dale cried in an angry voice. "Well, I ain't afraid of nothin' ketchin'! He won't get away from me again, I tell you!" "Who said I was afeerd of ketchin' somethin'?" the sheriff answered, with a black frown. "I was thinkin' of other folks!

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