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Why, the thing that happened next, of course, and that was little Jot. "I'll work in a bud on my rose and one on Lovey's, and my bud'll be made of Jot's first trousers. The goods ain't very appropriate for a rosebud, but it'll have to do, for the idee is the most important thing in this rug.
Lee, slipping away at every step was getting something back which had nearly gone from him; Trevors was breathing in noisy jerks; save for the vital fact that he now had two hands to Bud Lee's one, Trevors was showing more signs of weariness than Lee. "Bud'll get him somehow," whispered Carson. "Good old Bud. Somehow." What Carson and Melvin sensed Trevors knew.
Shearer reached over his head and took from the rack a heavy canvas bag, which he handed to the conductor. "That's the 'turkey' " he explained, "his war bag. Bud'll throw it off at Scott's, and Jack'll get it there." "How far back is he?" asked Thorpe. "About ten mile. He'll hoof it in all right." A number of men descended at Scott's.
"Bo," said he at last, "I'm thinkin' th' kindest thing I could do would be t' slip one over t' your point while you wasn't lookin', an' puttin' you t' sleep a bit you want soothin'! Bud'll be too big fer you or any other guy t' tackle now; ye see, his stock's rose th' Noo Jersey p'lice wasn't strong enough t' hold him "
"Riding every day an' working . . . Trevors has been setting in a chair. . . . Bud'll wear him out. . . . My God! Bud, look out! Foot work. . . ." Yes, foot work, but not as Carson expected it, not the thing Bud Lee looked for when he sensed rather than read in Trevors's eyes that a fresh trick was coming.
"Bud'll fix ye all right, same as I said; we'll have in another bottle when that's empty!" "What about your sister, Kid?" demanded M'Ginnis fiercely. "What about Hermy an' this swell guy? Are y' goin' t' sit around an' do nothin'?" "But Geoff's goin' t' marry her." "Marry her! What, him? A millionaire marry your sister? You think so, an' she thinks so, but I know different!"
Jeff was scarlet as he replied: "I liked Bud first-rate, but Bud'll remember what I said about his sister." Then he quite spoiled the effect of this happy phrase by adding hurriedly: "Say, I'd just as lief you didn't tell your father that I am a deputy-sheriff." Sadie raised her dark brows. "I thought you were so proud of that." "I tooted my own horn, like a tenderfoot."
"How much?" exclaimed the Spider, his square jaws immobile from sheer astonishment. "Say, you ain't crazy, are ye I mean you ain't dippy or cracked in the dome, are ye? Because d' Kid's goin' ten rounds with Young Alf, d' East Side Wonder, t'night, see?" "Not if I can help it, Spider." "Aw come off, bo! D'ye think Bud'll let him go?" "I shan't ask Bud or any one else."
It'll sure make her sit up an' take notice when she sees ye come in reelin' an' staggerin' eh, Kid? An' to-morrow you'll be sick mebbe, an' she'll have ter nurse ye oh, Bud'll fix things fer ye, I guess." Spike glowered and pushed his half-emptied glass further away. "I ain't goin' home soused!" he muttered. "No?" said Soapy, faintly surprised. "Bud'll feel kind o' hurt, won't he?"
He's got a right smart lot of this world's plunder , one way and another." And while she stuffed the tobacco into her pipe Ralph wondered why she should mention it to him. "You see, we moved in here nigh upon twenty-five years ago. 'Twas when my Jack, him as died afore Bud was born, was a baby. Bud'll be twenty-one the fif' of next June." Here Mrs.
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