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Gee! but this society life runs into coin, don't it? I'd dropped into one of them swell booterers and was beefin' away at the clerk about havin' to pay six-fifty just for a pair of tango moccasins, when I hears someone on the bench back of me remark casual: "Nine dollars? Very well. Send them up to my hotel. Here's my card."
"Don't run on the rope with me, young fellow. You'll sure be huntin' trouble." "What's the use o' beefin'? I've got the deadwood on you. Better hit the dust back to town and explain to the boys how yore bronc went lame," advised Dave. "Come down and I'll wallop the tar outa you." "Much obliged. I'm right comfortable here." "I've a mind to come up and dig you out." "Please yoreself, Dug.
"And he is really here, is he? My splendid Hermes! Tell me, what did he have to say about it all?" "Who, Jake?" says I. "Mostly he was beefin' about the way his neck ached from the collar." "Isn't that just like a man!" says Marjorie. "I don't care," says Mildred. "I am just crazy to see him once more. I want to look into his eyes and "
"'Easy Aaron is onearthed from onder his desk where he's still quiled up, pale an' pantin', by virchoo of the bullets. Jim Wise, who goes for him, explains that the shower is over; an' also that he's in enormous demand to save Shoestring for beefin' Billy Goodnight.
"Quit yer beefin', you shrimp," bellowed McGuffey. "Them cannibals would have et you if it wasn't for that poor devil of a mate." Captain Scraggs snarled and remained discreetly silent. Nevertheless, he was in a fine rage. As he remarked sotto voce to Neils Halvorsen, five hundred dollars wasn't picked up in the street every day.
"'You're gone, lad, says Moon, when the nephy insists on yieldin'; 'you won't last as long as a pint of whiskey in a five-hand poker game. "But this yere young Moon is obdurate an' goes over an' gives himse'f to the agent, who puts it up he'll send him to Prescott to be tried in co't for beefin' the mule-thief Apache that a-way. "Shore! it turns out jest as Captain Moon says.
She tells me they have a shop at some seashore resort in summer, Atlantic City, or the Pier, and occasionally have quite a successful season. Then in the fall they open up again here. The last two summers, though, they've barely made expenses, and she fears that Gerald is becoming discouraged." "Well, what you beefin' about?" says I. "There's your chance, ain't it? Jump in and cheer him up.
When you git to win all my eggs, I make a holler like I'm mad. You been cheatin'. And if them two Cholas ain't settin' with their mouths open and lookin' at us, why, I don't know Cholas. They're listenin' right now but they don't sabe. Go ahead and talk like you was askin' me somethin'." "What's your game after we start beefin' about the eggs?" "You pick up a couple and I pick up a couple.
Not one of them can fill it, and we've tried nearly a dozen. If I could only find the original!" "Eh?" says Mr. Robert, who's been payin' more attention to manipulatin' the soda siphon than to Oakley's beefin'. "What original?" "The dumbest, woodenest, most conscientious young female person it has ever been my lot to meet," goes on Mr. Mills. "Talk about your rare types!
That's no way for a white man to attack his enemies." But the inheritance from feudist ancestors was strong in young Clanton. He had seen a comrade murdered in cold blood. All the training of his primitive and elemental nature called for vengeance. "No use beefin', Billie. You don't have to go if you don't want to. But I'm goin'. I didn't christen myself Jimmie-Go-Get-'Em for nothin'."
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