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"Where's Skinski?" I shrieked. "It's nearly 8:30 and he's keeping that mob waiting. Isn't he going to show up!" "You betcher sweet!" she gurgled, and passed on. At 8:25 I rushed into Skinski's dressing room, put on a swift makeup, dove into Skinski's fright wig, hid my face behind a false moustache and goatee, and prepared to sell my life dearly.
Two men seated on the ground presented but a small mark to the Indians shooting uncleaned weapons from running horses at three or four hundred yards' range. "That outfit is rank outsiders," concluded Alfred. "They ain't over a dozen britch-loaders in the lay-out." "Betcher anything you say I drops one," offered the stranger, taking a knee-rest.
"And I betcher I'll ride in one of her cars," he thought; "and I'll read her books!" And at once the future looked rosy and promising. She began to whisper again, her chin on a knee: "He's got a place for me all picked out! I won't have to go to the factory any more!
"Dodey's an awful clever girl, and she wouldn't be in this biz eight hours if that gold mine " "Sure, I know!" I interrupted; "possibly Mademoiselle is thirsty a little wine, eh?" "You betcher sweet!" the stout person replied, with a celerity that made Bunch sit up and look about the room to see if anyone suspected him. "Dodey is always for the suds thing," Skinski chipped in.
"Betcher I can!" declared Snake. He tried more than once, but failed. It was not as easy as it looked, in spite of the fact that it was a trick. "No one can throw, with any accuracy, a loop big enough to take in four horses on the run," declared Four Eyes when it had been demonstrated that he alone, of all the "bunch" at the Happy Valley ranch, could do what he had done.
See? Und I don't vant a goil, I vant a man a smart young fellah, y'understand. . . . Jewish? Yes! You betcher! No more Christian goils in mine! Dey have rotten minds plain rotten minds!" But to Ethel, walking blindly, no such explanation occurred.
"Hello!" exclaimed a voice as Jack was walking along the corridor toward his room. "Whasmatternow? Betcher Ic'nguess!" and the voice evolved itself into a good-natured looking lad, who stretched a big wad of gum from his mouth, and slowly got it back again by the simple but effective process of winding it about his tongue.
Roland went to the length of labelling Duncan "sissy," and professed to believe that Hiram Nutt was justified in calling him a "s'picious character"; Roland hinted darkly that Duncan knew New York no better than Will Bigelow. "And if he did come from there," he asseverated, "I betcher he didn't leave for no good purpose."
"I'll betcher I have her fer a sweetheart soon as ever I see her," said Billy. "What's your name?" asked Jimmy presently. "Aunt Minerva says it's William Green Hill, but 'tain't, it's jest plain Billy," responded the little boy. "Ain't God a nice, good old man," remarked Billy, after they had swung in silence for a while, with an evident desire to make talk.
"She wouldn't have met him at all if it hadn't been for Bella," pursued Mrs. Blondheim. The object of Mrs. Blondheim's solicitude, fresh as spring in crisp white linen, turned her long eyes upon Mr. Arnheim. "You ought to feel flattered, Mr. Arnheim, that I let you come over to my table." Mr. Arnheim regarded her through a mist of fragrant coffee steam. "You betcher life I feel flattered.
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