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Aw, come on, Mart, let's chuck it. What's the good of waitin' another moment. That's the land of nothin' to do out there, an' I got a ticket for it an' it ain't no return ticket, b'gosh!" A few minutes later, filling the truck with soiled clothes for the washer, Joe spied the hotel manager's shirt.
Then all of a suddent Lance stopped as rigid as a pointer that's flushed somethin', and says, 'B'gosh! And thar, under a big redwood, sat that slimy hypocrite Bulger, twisting his long mustaches and smiling like clockwork alongside o' little Meely Baker you know her, the pootiest of the two sisters and she smilin' back on him.
The committee rose as one man, and, staring at each other with bulging eyes, said "Jake!" all at once. "Jakey, b'gosh!" repeated the constable to himself, kicking his own shins softly as he tugged at his beard. "Jake, by thunder!" Jake was a boy of eighteen, who had been employed by the farmer to do chores. He was shiftless, and a week or two before had been sent away in disgrace.
The rustic removed his hat, closed an eye and scratched his head in great perplexity. "Wall, I swaw," he ejaculated, "ef yeou hadn't spoke er I'd er taken yeou fur th' devil an' swore yeou that ere durned cigar Wuth th' end o' yer tail, I wud, b'gosh. But ain't yer cold?" Valley Hotel was the name of the tavern at which Paul and his party put up for the night at Lower Waterford.
"Thet's so, b'gosh," was Rasco's comment. "But say, Pawnee, he's a reg'lar snake in the grass." "I know it." Pawnee Brown looked at Dick. "Has he been threatening you, lad?" "Yes; threatened me and my father, too." "Have no fear of him, Dick. Louis Vorlange, you have about reached the end of your rope." "What do you mean?" and the spy's lips quivered as he spoke.
But all of this was in a manner beside the mark, and there were many to inquire what the Gordons were going to do. Ludlow, check weigher in Number Two entry, and the head of the local union, took it on himself to reply. "B'gosh! I don't b'lieve the old man knows, himself.
It was plain that he had startled her a little. "My first name is Mary," she answered. "Ah!" said Goodwin, and repeated it again and again under his breath. "I might 'most ha' guessed it," he said. "It's well, it's a name that fits ye like a coat o' paint, Miss James, A clean, straight name, that is. Mary b'gosh, it was my mother's name."
Joe flung out his hand as though what he was about to say was a mere trifle, not worthy her consideration. "The miner not so glad, b'gosh. They no work no no work. They say they tear up railroad, b'gosh. Meester Hobart, he say, 'No tear up road. Joe Ratowsky, he say, 'No tear up road. All time keep watch so no tear up road. You not come. Mebbe no road, mebbe all right, b'gosh." "A strike, Joe?
"Waal, sir," said Ephraim Taft, a wholesale dealer in maple sugar and flavored lozenges, "you kin talk 'bout your new-fashioned dishes an' high-falutin' vittles; but when you come right down to it, there ain't no better eatin' than a dish o' baked pork 'n' beans." "That's so, b'gosh!" chorused the others. "The truth o' the matter is," continued Mr.
Yes-sir-EE! And as fer REE-connoiterin', why it was nothin' for our men, er the rebs, either, fer that matter, to crawl up so close to the other side's camps that they could smell the vittels cookin', and I remember a case when one of our scouts, bein' so overcome by the smell of a fried chicken, snuck right up and grabbed it offen the skillet when the cook's back was turned, and got away with it safe, too, b'gosh!"
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