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Meanwhile, Morton, after vainly attempting Birnie's window, which the traitor had previously locked and barred against the escape of his intended victim, crept rapidly along the roof, screened by the parapet not only from the shot but the sight of the foe.
Meanwhile, Morton, after vainly attempting Birnie's window, which the traitor had previously locked and barred against the escape of his intended victim, crept rapidly along the roof, screened by the parapet not only from the shot but the sight of the foe.
Birnie's you know the house only next street, and dry your eyes before you get there. Don't go through the shop; this way out." She pushed the child, still sobbing with a vehemence that she could not comprehend, through the private passage into the street, and returned to her husband. "You are convinced now, Mr. "Pshaw! ma'am; don't talk. But, to be sure, that's how I cured Tom of fibbing.
When on the other side you see the window of Birnie's room, enter it descend the stairs let yourself out, and you are safe." "Go first," said Morton, in the same tone: "I will not leave you now: you will be longer getting across than I shall. I will keep guard till you are over." "Hark! hark! are you mad? You keep guard! what is your strength to mine?
"Bud Birnie of the Tomahawk, down near Laramie; Telegraph Laramie if you like and find out about me. "Good Lord! I know the Tomahawk like a book!" cried the sheriff. "And you're Bob Birnie's boy! Say! D'you remember dragging into camp on the summit one time when you was about twelve years old been hidin' out from Injuns about three days? Well, say!
Bud went over and began to help unhitch the team from the mower, and the driver eyed him sharply while he grinned his greeting across the backs of the horses. "Pop says you're looking for work," Dave Truman observed, coming up. "Well, if you ain't scared of it, I'll stake yuh to a hayfork after dinner. Where yuh from?" "Just right now, I'm from the Muleshoe. Bud Birnie's my name.
Graeme smiled. Mrs Grove's generally descriptive term hardly indicated the manifold virtues of their friend; but, before she could say so, Mrs Grove continued. "We must think of some way of doing her honour. We must get up a little fete a pic-nic or something. Will she stay here or at Mr Birnie's. She is a friend of his, I suppose, as Rose stopped him in the street to tell him she is coming.
When on the other side you see the window of Birnie's room, enter it descend the stairs let yourself out, and you are safe." "Go first," said Morton, in the same tone: "I will not leave you now: you will be longer getting across than I shall. I will keep guard till you are over." "Hark! hark! are you mad? You keep guard! what is your strength to mine?
Birnie's you know the house only next street, and dry your eyes before you get there. Don't go through the shop; this way out." She pushed the child, still sobbing with a vehemence that she could not comprehend, through the private passage into the street, and returned to her husband. "You are convinced now, Mr. "Pshaw! ma'am; don't talk. But, to be sure, that's how I cured Tom of fibbing.
Just here you should picture Ed and Jerry with their hands over their mouths, and Bud wanting to hide his face with his hat. Bob Birnie's beard behaved oddly for a minute, while he leaned and stroked Boise's flat forelegs, that told of speed. "Wee-ll," he hesitated, soft-heartedness battling with the horse-buyer's keenness, "since Bud is na ere to ride him, he'll make a good horse for the roundup.
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