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Updated: May 8, 2025
We got to get help in a hurry. You ride to town and rustle men. Bring out plenty of dynamite and gunnysacks. Lucky we got the tools out here we brought to build the sump holes." "Betcha! We'll need a lot o' grub, too." The cattleman nodded agreement. "And coffee. Cayn't have too much coffee. It's food and drink and helps keep the men awake." "I'll remember."
How would that suit you? We can talk and smoke." "Naw," Piney extended his hand and shook his head, as though to push the hotel out of the range of possibilities for him, "I couldn't. Much oblige'. But I cayn't sleep in haouses. Got to git back to the shack in the woods. Wisht you'd go on over to Madeira's." "No. I'll buck it out here alone," lamented Bruce.
Turkey is a civilised country. I bought half a gross of paper collars at the Bon Marché this morning. So long as I can purchase a paper collar I know I am in a civilised country, and when I cayn't, I ain't.
Oh! please don't tech me; ev'm ef you lif' me I cayn't stan'. Oh, Lawd! the icy han' o' death is on me. I'll soon be in glory!" "Glory!" answered an echo across the gorge. John laughed. "We're nearly to the cave. If I have to carry you it 'll double the danger." "Oh, yass, seh! you go on, I'll jine you. I jis wants a few minutes to myseff faw prayer."
"If he ain't trying to make of himse'f one of them there Darius Green machines!" suggested another. "Got any last words, Steve? Dead Easy most generally eats 'em alive," Dick derided. "Sho! Cayn't you see he's so plumb scared he cayn't talk?" Fraser grinned and continued to eat.
As the girl passed into the store Martin Worthy was weighing a pail of butter for a countryman in a slouch hat and a suit of brown jeans. She returned his nod and went to the little pen in the corner in which the mail was kept. "I cayn't 'low you but ten cents a pound for yore butter," Worthy said to the man. "Yore women folks never will work the water out, an' it's al'ays puffy an' white.
"Y'u're liable to be a grandmother to us if y'u keep on," came back the young giant. "Y'u plumb discourage me, Denver," sighed the foreman. "No, sir! The way I look at it, a fellow's got to take some risk. Now, y'u cayn't tell some things. I figure I ain't half so likely to catch pneumony as y'u would be to get heart trouble if y'u went walking with Miss Nora," returned Denver.
There was no reply, and she stepped back to see what had become of him. He was prone, writhing in agony. She knew the way to the top of the rock, and was presently crouching beside him. "Don't take on like that!" she pleaded. "Times I cayn't he'p bein' mean: looks like I was made thataway. Get up and slap me, if you want to. I won't slap back."
Lawd! my time is come I cayn't git up; my bones dun tuk dis-yeh shape to staay!" "Come, come!" said the husband, in an undertone of amiable chiding; and the buggy gave a jerk of thankful relief as its principal burden left it for the sidewalk, diffusing the sweet smell of the ironing-table. While the younger woman was making her mincing descent, Fanny and Barbara came toward them in the walk.
"And for the love o' Heaven, don't forget canteens! Get every canteen in town. Cayn't have my men runnin' around with their tongues hangin' out. Better bring out a bunch of broncs to pack supplies around. It's goin' to be one man-sized contract runnin' the commissary." The cañon above them was by this time a sea of fire, the most terrifying sight Bob had ever looked upon.
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