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"Ella," she asked slowly, "are you going alone?" The girl's face coloured swiftly, with a glorious wave of crimson. She tossed her head with a defiant movement. "No, I ain't goin' alone!" she told Rose-Marie. "You kin betcha life I ain't goin' alone!" Rose-Marie sitting beside her on the floor asked God, silently, for help before she spoke again. She felt suddenly powerless, futile.
"How'm I goin' t' prove it?" asked Bill, thus driven into a corner. "By gettin' Injun t' talk," Charlie answered. "An' furthermore I'll betcha a can of peaches or a apple pie for each one of this gang, all 'round, that you can't prove it." Canned peaches are regarded as a great luxury in the West, or were at that time, to say nothing of apple pies, and Bill considered the matter.
You worked with him up at Scotty MacKenzie's Flyin' M ranch on the Dogsoldier, and I've knowed him ever since I come to this country. I ain't doing anything to make me bad friends with Tom Loudon. Then there's Dale, this Chin Whisker party. He's a good feller, and had a heap of hard luck, too. I ain't working against him, you betcha. Nawsir. And if I don't miss my guess you don't, either."
"I say there's ridin' and ridin'," proclaimed Kirke. "Some fellers ride like jockeys; some fellers ride like cowboys; some fellers ride like gentlemen. I say this reporter feller don't ride like a gentleman." "Oh, slush!" said another discourteously. "What is riding like a gentleman?" Kirke reverted to the set argument of his type. "I'll betcha a hundred he don't!" "Who's to settle such a bet?"
"Say, are you plumb bugs? Why " Vic gulped and stuttered. "Say, where do you get that stuff? You better tie a can to it, sis; it don't get over with me. I'm for screen fame, and I'm going to get it too. Why, by the time I'm twenty, I'll betcha I can pull down a salary that'll make Charlie Chaplin look like an extra! Why, my grin "
"Tha's great. He told me he was gonna ask you. Betcha we make the ol' Jackpot hum." "D' you ever hear of a man land poor, Bob?" "Sure have." "Well, right now we're oil poor. According to what the old man says there's no cash in the treasury and we've got bills that have to be paid. You know that ten thousand he paid in to the bank to satisfy the note.
I think thu Lawd took thet way o' breakin' thu news to us, gentle like, thet Fawtune is goin' to smile on us. Betcha we have pie an' ice cream feh suppah." He was still more optimistic when he came in, an hour or so after supper was over, to where Douglass sat thoughtfully smoking a cigar. His manner was even jubilant as he struck a match and sucked vivaciously at the proffered weed.
"You betcha my life!" Lucy said lightly. She broke off suddenly and turned toward the door with a smile of welcome on her lips. In came Hiram Hooker's hated rival, Al Drummond. "Hello, Lucy!" he called breezily. Then he leaned over the counter, glanced hurriedly about the empty restaurant, and kissed the girl on the lips. She slapped at him playfully. "You got a nerve, Al!" she exclaimed.
Fanny went on conscientiously eating as she explained. "Bella Weinberg and I are going to fast all day. We just want to see if we can." "Betcha can't," Theodore said. Mrs. Brandeis regarded her small daughter with a thoughtful gaze. "But that isn't the object in fasting, Fanny just to see if you can. If you're going to think of food all through the Yom Kippur services "
Bob jogged down the road on this hazard of new fortune. It chanced that Dud was still in town. Blister found him and half a dozen other punchers in front of the hotel. "Betcha! Drinks for the crowd," the justice heard him say. "Go you," Reeves answered, eyes dancing. "But no monkey business. It's to be a straight-away race from the front of the hotel clear to the blacksmith shop." "To-day.
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