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Updated: June 22, 2025
"Bet you you don't!" murmured Bertie Richmond, smiling at the ceiling. "I know the woman's theory so jolly well." Molly smiled also. "I'll take your bet, whatever it is, Bertie," she said. Bertie shook his head. "No, I don't bet on a dead cert," he said comfortably. "I'll even tell you the fellow's heroic deeds, and then you'll never spot him. I met him first in South Africa.
"Very well; but you'll let me come to see you?" "Why, cert! Come to dinner any day. We don't browse around much outside the hotel. We're mostly always feeding at six." "I'll come, and you must not fail to let me show you my pictures." "Sure thing! I want to buy one to take home with me." He assumed great candor.
"A fellow can grow a lot in a year, and all the riding I've been doing, and all the exercise I've had. Cert' I can plow that meadow." "You're all right, shaver," said Laddie. "I'll not forget your offer; but in this case it wouldn't help. Either the Princess takes her medicine or I take mine.
"Is there a town in your State called Bad Ax?" he asked of the first man he met with "Wis." on his cap. "Cert'," was the answer. "And another one called Milwaukee, one called Madison, and another called Green Bay. Are you studying primary geography, or just getting up a postoffice directory?" "Don't be funny, Skeezics," said Shorty severely. "Know anything about it? Mighty nice place, ain't it?"
Some H2O for a gent fainted. Look at Bantam's flowers. Gemini. He's going to holler. The colleen bawn. My colleen bawn. O, cheese it! Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a firm hand. Had the winner today till I tipped him a dead cert. The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the jady coppaleen. He strike a telegramboy paddock wire big bug Bass to the depot. Shove him a joey and grahamise.
"Well, you have told me lots of things about Merriwell and what he was doing with the crew. You're a great talker when you're loaded." Gordon stiffened up a bit and tried to give his companion a sober stare, but the effort was a ludicrous failure. "Wazzyer mean?" he asked. "'Fi told you anything it was in strictest confidence." "Cert; but then, you know, anything to knife Merriwell."
Been up to the court-house and roped in three of the county officials. In these small towns the big man is the politician or the clergyman. I've nailed the politicians through the ear; now you must go for the ministers to head the list that's your lay-out." "How 'm I t' do it?" asked Bert, in an anxious tone. "I can't sell books if they don't want 'em." "Why, cert! That's the trick.
Knows almost as much as old Abe Lincoln himself." "Do you say that Sherman has extra tunnels, too, to put in whenever one is needed?" asked Harry, with opening eyes. "O, cert," replied Shorty carelessly. "You seen that big iron buildin' we went into to git on the cars at Louisville? That was really a tunnel, all ready to be shoved out on the road when it was needed.
"Sergeant," he said breathlessly, "Halliday's lying out there wounded, he's a good pal o' mine and I'd like to fetch him in." The Sergeant was rather doubtful. He made Everton point out the digging figure, and was calculating the distance from the nearest point of the trench, and the bullets that drummed between. "It's almost a cert you get hit," he said, "even if you crawl out.
It was that of a man of perhaps three-and-thirty years, barefoot, bareheaded and clothed in a single garment, much worn and sadly soiled. "Peace to this house," he said, in a voice soft and sweet as that of a well-bred woman. "A cup of cold water, I pray you." "Water? Cert. Steer yourself against the cooler over there. You look above the Weary Willie business.
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