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"An' I reckon that newcomer you've been chinning with could explain if HE had a mind to." Breck, now very uncomfortable, found all eyes centered on him. "Sam was chewing the rag with him, too, before he hit out," some one said. "Look here, Mr. Breck," Shunk Wilson continued. "You've been interruptin' proceedings, and you got to explain the meanin' of it. What was you chinnin' about?"
"Bet a cookie he's runnin' the blame bill up to two dollars, with all this chinnin'. Why can't th' ol' nabob write a letter, like common folks, an' give his extry cash to the poor?" "Meanin' you, Peggy?" asked Nib Corkins, with a chuckle. "He might do wuss ner that," retorted Peggy. "Lor' knows I'm poor enough. You don't ketch me a-talkin' to New York at a dollar a throw, Nib, do ye?"
There's a lone pine-tree right agin the edge." The wagon-master stopped. "I see all that," said Lieutenant Balwin, screwing the field-glasses. "There's a buck and a squaw lying under the tree." "Naw, sir," drawled Cutler, "that ain't no buck. That's him lying in his Injun blanket and chinnin' a squaw." "Why, that man's an Indian, Cutler. I tell you I can see his braids."
"I jest dropped up," he explained, after he had acknowledged the attorney's cheerful greeting with a gruff "mornin'," "I jest dropped up, sort of friendly-like, thinkin' you might have nothin' to do, an' might like to sit an' chin a while. You don't charge nothin' for sittin' an' chinnin' do ye?" Toole said he did not. "I didn't figger you did," said the Colonel.
"I'm wise to wot youse an' dat guy was chinnin' about," he growled, "an' I'm right here to tell youse dat you don't wanta try an' put nothin' over on me, see? Youse ain't a-goin' to double-cross Billy Byrne. I gotta good notion to han' youse wot's comin' to you. If it hadn't been fer youse I wouldn't have been here now on dis Gawd-forsaken wreck. Youse is de cause of all de trouble.
Goin' past the bank, who would I see but our old bookkeeper, Merriam, chinnin' wid the bank president. I thought he was out o' the way entirely." Stiff and saddle-sore as he was, Eckstein leaped out of his chair with an oath. "Merriam? What the devil is he back here for? It's a put-up job!" It was the chief of the MacMorroghs who flung in the calming word.
The man choked; his breath came thickly; red stained his lips. "Hell!" he said, "what you chinnin' me for? Get that damned toad-sticker out of me, can't you. It's in my side, near the back I can't reach it." Calumet felt where the man indicated, and his hand struck the handle of a knife. It had a large, queerly-shaped handle and a long, thin blade like a stiletto.
That’s feeminine, and as such is approved by the ladies, but"—and here Leander put his head on one side and gave a grotesque impression of outraged decorum—"pants is considered unwomanly." "Leander! Leander!" came in accusing accents from the kitchen. "Run!" gasped Mrs. Dax’s handmaiden; "don’t let her catch us chinnin’."
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