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The half-breed shrugged: "I ain' know mooch 'bout dat. I ain' t'ink she feel lak de rain. She ain' feel good." "Leave off croakin', Bat, an' get to work an' pack," growled the Texan. "There'll be plenty time to gloom about the weather when it gets here." An hour later the outfit was ready for the trail.
We've got the swag all right and nobody'll know about it, if we don't let this kid loose to blab. It was lucky we caught this feller before he found it, but he heard too much." "What you goin' to do with him, Bill?" "Croak him. I ain't goin' to take chances with him. It ain't my way to take chances I don't have to take." "You better not do any croakin', Bill. I won't stand for that.
Shure, it's pleasant to hear the frogs croakin', When the sun's going down in the sky, And my Judy sits quietly smokin' While the praties are boil'd till they're dhry. Och! thin, if you love indepindence, And have money your passage to pay, You must quit the ould counthry intirely, And start in the middle of May. Stern Disappointment, in thy iron grasp The soul lies stricken.
These you see here is all the real thing. Maybe we asks fer a handout now and then; but that ain't our reg'lar lay. You ain't swift enough to travel with this bunch, kid, so you'd better duck. Why we gents, here, if we was added up is wanted in about twenty-seven cities fer about everything from rollin' a souse to crackin' a box and croakin' a bull.
"Lord! we have done an awful lot of fool work fer nuthin'! We've tackled tunnels and shafts, and several games like this, and pretty near died a dozen different styles all uneasy kinds of dyin' and we've lived when it was a darn sight uneasier than croakin', and kept on tryin' out new diggin's, and kept on bein' busted all the time. 'Nuff to make a lemon laugh, the fun we've had.
"Moses," said Deacon Lysander Richardson as they stood on the platform of the store one sunny Saturday in February, "somebody's put Fletcher up to this. He hain't got sense enough to act that independent all by himself." "You be always croakin', Lysander," answered Moses.
"I'm willin' to hang together but I won't be called a sucker or peacher by anybody, and I ain't goin' to stand for any croakin' neither while I've got a gun! Hear me?" "What we goin' to do about this here kid then? We can't let him go. He'll up and run back and blab. He's heard too much about our business. We don't want to go huntin' trouble, do we? Well, we'll be huntin' trouble if we let him go.
The fingers crept inside and touched the knob and lock there was no key within. The whispering still went on but it seemed like a screaming of vultures now in Jimmie Dale's ears, as the words came to him. "Aw, say, Skeeter, dis high-brow stunt gives me de pip! Me fer goin' in dere an' croakin' de geezer reg'lar, widout de frills. Who's to know?
"They've got away with better men than you an' me," Bill answered. "Oh, shet up your croakin'. You make me all-fired tired." Henry rolled over angrily on his side, but was surprised that Bill made no similar display of temper. This was not Bill's way, for he was easily angered by sharp words.
"Foolishness I calls it," put in one of the younger sailors. "Why don't the skipper put in somewhere an' get the gun put to rights? An' Hank is just as likely to fix that gun so as he'll blow some of us up with it when he does get it goin'." "Always croakin', Gloomy," said the old gunner. "Blowin' you up would be no great loss.
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